ENJOY was surely only one-sided for one member of that party for a period of time but he dares not to say anything regarding that due to the wound afflicted to his torso aches with the stinging regret of his actions. Too fresh but deservingly so. Saruhiko’s methods may indeed come across as strange or even unplanned but each decision was devised with many outcomes to each once and the altercation was one of many. One which needed to happen, at least he believes so due to how rooted in his own personal vendetta. He remains tense and cemented to his seat, not moving but his expression shifts to become more uneasy, azure hues boring right into the visual display of the very day of that faithful day.
The video only helped him assess which moves he did wrong, what he could have done to avoid particular attacks and while he liked to feel bad for it all; he cannot help but dismiss any underlying guilt aside for the woman imbued in flame across from him currently. An apology had yet to take place but surely, he’ll find an opportunity whenever that will be. A breath leaves his lungs finally after an unthinkable amount of time, as if he hadn’t been breathing this entire time and he was seemingly nothing more than a living corpse ( although being nothing but flesh and bone was surely nothing better ). Hands instinctively reached over for the cup placed in front of him, cradling it in his grasp and seeking the HEAT as a way to ground his mind to the present situation before him. Anxiousness racks his body, leaving him frozen by his King and even the unsettled business with the Vassal. Awkward.
There was no way he’d OBJECT to his own wrongdoings, while he liked to deny many things, when shown his mistakes face-to-face, he was forced to acknowledge it. Whether he liked it or not. He says nothing for several seconds, bringing the cup to his lips and sipping at the tea, finding it was still much to hot for the time being then placing it down yet never letting it go from his hands. ❛ No, sir. I have no objections. ❜ Straight forward, nothing more and nothing less. Only respond to the important parts as he already knows that the Captain could assess everything by mere observation. At least, what’s on the surface. ❛ My deepest apologies though, I’m aware this hasn’t made dealing with the prime minister any better either…… ❜
@homra-no-artemis > @daiyonokensha > @knifebound
She failed to respond verbally, instead keeping her eyes closed for the time being as a means of focus. No words were needed from her…for now…as she would await the proper time to make her statement. Adherence to her own restraint, as well as Kusanagi’s guidance in desired etiquette for this encounter, prevented her from blurting out her immediate response despite how BADLY she wished to. Not speaking when spoken to was the code to which she remained faithful, and no matter how rhetorical the Blue King’s opening dialogue may have been, it still provided her with an opportunity…as the question of “enjoyment” had been directed at both herself and the lanky figure across the table from her.
The Vassal decided she would speak only after Saruhiko felt driven to first.
The sound of recorded footage prompted Takehiko to open a single eye, her gaze lifting momentarily to glance at what Munakata had provided as “evidence” as to why this meeting had been called; undoubtedly to support the verbal reprimand she would receive from him…just as she already had from Kusanagi, and an exasperated sigh from Anna accompanied by a small shake of her head.
The sound of an object sliding against the table yielded her second eye to open, gold now falling to the cup placed before her. She reached for her own only after Saruhiko had taken his as well. Bringing the cup toward her face, Takehiko allowed the aroma of the liquid to find its way to her nose before taking a sip. The weight of her gaze lessened an amount that could almost be considered indiscernible, yet that fraction alone was able to convey the fact she found its taste pleasing…were the second sip not enough to do so on its own.
“I don’t speak for others of my Clan when I say that a fight like that…” Takehiko’s eyes flickered briefly to the spot the hologram of a screen had just lingered, “…is not for my enjoyment.” Her tone grew hard, though her volume remained low. It was the quiet warning that the word choice was rather UNFAVORABLE. “Someone in this room should probably have his head checked ‘cause I’m sure he enjoyed it. Don’t mistake me for indulging in the same way, Munakata.”
– yes, it was true. The traceuse felt truly alive AND enthralled in only two situations: flight between rooftops as her trained skill in parkour carried her across obstacles that would suck the breath out of others, and during a fight that pushed her blood through her veins and out of wounds. And yet this fight had not been one she was able to enjoy.
…because of her reason for fighting.
…because she sought to prevent the brand wrought upon her soul from being revealed, as it had already been discovered.
“Not to mention, his hobby extends a bit beyond simply 'people-watching’.”
Takehiko brought the cup to her lips once more, falling silent with another sip of her tea.
@daiyonokensha > @knifebound
Of course, only once their duet of red and blue streaking across Shizume's angry skyline fades does he settle with no absolution of contempt in his guests. Not a single sense of contentment for running loose and allowing their powers to take hold?
Somehow, given the unruly nature of others his majesty finds that arguably hard to believe with good reason. However, proceeding to compare one to all was hardly sensible. Despite their rowdy persona, HOMRA was quite capable and he could very well give them that; the functions of a family bound by something much stronger than blood.
Interesting indeed. It was almost as if Takehiko hesitated, conviction a dangerous spark nestling ever so warily 'pon the tip of her ever poised tongue. Well then. They were both aware ( or, Fushimi-kun at least ) of the damages their little midnight tirade caused. Both short term and overall, the prime minister surely had his own choice words to offer.
... and none too pleasing at that.
Perhaps he turns his focus sharply simply because the calling of his name in such a manner strikes the embers at his teetering heels that once stood at much too familiar grounds he never thought to tread again. Only one person.. no, a beast entirely unrefined in any and all means thought to address him in such a manner. An easy glide of violet eyes faintly perking curiously as their gaze stretches almost reluctantly across that table soon recedes when a humorless twitch sits just against the corner of his barely upturned lips almost wryly at best.
Here he half expected their attempt at reasoning lost to the belligerence of immovable pride and their hard earned efforts forever clashing as they themselves disintegrated without purpose.
Like a certain Red King he once knew.
Thankful for the sudden shift in subject ( and ease of their atmosphere ) he finally finds a touch of amusement in such claims, a simple nod given in place as he treats himself to one of many accommodations properly lining the large conference table.
「 ♚ 」— ❝ Oh, I am aware. You needn't worry. While Fushimi-kun certainly has his... quirks, he has never given me reason to doubt his cause. Even now, I would very much like to believe he had his reasons for both the desecration of public property and direct violation of your privacy. However, he is quite correct in regards to the prime minister who feels I should better lasso my 'band of animals' and pay for the costs myself. Therefore, I have a proposal. If you truly derived no sense of enjoyment in mindless destruction then perhaps you would take some sort of fulfillment in aiding the restoration of the afflicted site. Agree and I can pardon you. Well, what do you say? ❞
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