[ He’s not sure he likes that appraising look—call it self-consciousness or something, but he’s got no idea as to whom she really works for and he’s not…exactly proud of his yakuza tattoos. Go figure.
He finds himself stepping to the side when she moves forward dammit why does she seem to know what she’s doing he’s a little confused— ]
Left. Right. [ Right? He reaches for his sword with that shaky feeling that he might accidentally hit her with it, and opts to sheathe the damn thing instead.
He does smile a little at her advice, though. ]
I was gonna tell you the same thing, kid. [ But then again he’s getting this sinking feeling that she wouldn’t run at the sight of danger and that only makes him a touch more protective of her. ]
You’ve…run into these guys before? [ Please say no. ]
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He finds himself stepping to the side when she moves forward dammit why does she seem to know what she’s doing he’s a little confused— ]
Left. Right. [ Right? He reaches for his sword with that shaky feeling that he might accidentally hit her with it, and opts to sheathe the damn thing instead.
He does smile a little at her advice, though. ]
I was gonna tell you the same thing, kid. [ But then again he’s getting this sinking feeling that she wouldn’t run at the sight of danger and that only makes him a touch more protective of her. ]
You’ve…run into these guys before? [ Please say no. ]