( there’s plenty of danger radiating from kuromisa’s movements, but if he’s aware, kirma pays it no mind. his attention is more on what he’s just figured out; his tail wags behind him, clearly pleased with his expert scentwork. it’s only after he realizes the burn at his chest that he flinches backwards, releasing her veil— though no less pleased, in the end. )
I thought it was you, Ma—mmmhh.
( for all his inexperience with the subtle games some people like to play, he at least has the sense to realize, halfway through matoba’s name, that there’s likely a reason behind the new identity, here. thus does he have the sense to shut his mouth, though without any elegance. uhh. perhaps he should try to make that recovery a little more graceful… )
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I thought it was you, Ma—mmmhh.
( for all his inexperience with the subtle games some people like to play, he at least has the sense to realize, halfway through matoba’s name, that there’s likely a reason behind the new identity, here. thus does he have the sense to shut his mouth, though without any elegance. uhh. perhaps he should try to make that recovery a little more graceful… )
Ma’am.
( nailed it. )