[It's alright. Natsuno's own track record with relationships, all kinds of relationships, is dismal at best. He didn't get along with his parents, he didn't get along with his peers, he struggled to get along with Tohru and when he died it was a devastating blow.
Even on the crew, Natsuno doesn't really know where he fits in. He was Sora's friend who got dragged along. Sora, who he can't really talk to. Riku who he actually befriended and more, but it ended in something really messy. He offered his friendship to Aya, but not much has come from that aside from talking from time to time.
All in all, he makes a lousy pirate. He isn't sure what he should be doing, and he isn't sure he would be missed. He's realized it, but he has so much on his mind he doesn't know what to do about it.
Maybe he could gain social skills, but unfortunately his are dulled, cracked and useless. Even when he tries to fit in, which he has been doing, it hasn't been going that well.
He doesn't have a conviction, he no longer has a goal. He often feels like he's just drifting along because he promised not to die and that's all he has.
The flowers are dark, just like Marco promised and Natsuno isn't sure what to make of them. They don't feel right exactly, but they're not as terrifying as the island. He takes the armband in his hands. It's strange, but it's possible away from the island it might adapt to him instead.
He raises his eyes to meet Marco's and he nods a little bit.]
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Even on the crew, Natsuno doesn't really know where he fits in. He was Sora's friend who got dragged along. Sora, who he can't really talk to. Riku who he actually befriended and more, but it ended in something really messy. He offered his friendship to Aya, but not much has come from that aside from talking from time to time.
All in all, he makes a lousy pirate. He isn't sure what he should be doing, and he isn't sure he would be missed. He's realized it, but he has so much on his mind he doesn't know what to do about it.
Maybe he could gain social skills, but unfortunately his are dulled, cracked and useless. Even when he tries to fit in, which he has been doing, it hasn't been going that well.
He doesn't have a conviction, he no longer has a goal. He often feels like he's just drifting along because he promised not to die and that's all he has.
The flowers are dark, just like Marco promised and Natsuno isn't sure what to make of them. They don't feel right exactly, but they're not as terrifying as the island. He takes the armband in his hands. It's strange, but it's possible away from the island it might adapt to him instead.
He raises his eyes to meet Marco's and he nods a little bit.]
Thanks.