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ind. & selective kyuzo of samurai 7. written by taco.

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oreo followed us we feel so blessed

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sticks a triangle sticker on his cheek.

          ......... why.

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          hey there!   taco here with an indie  kyuzo  of s.amurai 7 here  --  selective  &&  private.  our dash is pretty dead, so .... if you’d be so kind as to  like / reblog  this post if you’d be interested in interacting with this blog, we’d greatly appreciate it!   we know a lot of people might not know about the anime, so questions are welcomed!

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What is Kyuzo's favorite color and season? Does he like spicy food, or if not is he capable of stomaching it? What is his favorite genre to read, or does he even like to read? How high is his alcohol tolerance?

bri pls 

he prefers shades of red, similar to his coat & swords sheath. not too bright, but not too dark either, unless the latter is complimenting the bolder shade. he isn’t very picky when it comes to what he wears, keeping his attire simple ; the double shade red coat, the grey - black of his other pieces of clothing. as long as the colors aren’t too bright or ridiculous, he doesn’t mind all that much.as for season, he prefers fall / autumn. it isn’t too warm or too cold, but leans more towards being the latter. he enjoys the slight chill of the air, but when it becomes colder, & eventually winter, he goes back to being indifferent – as he is with every other season.

for spicy food, he can stomach it, but he’s picky when it comes to actually liking it.  he’ll eat almost anything, even if he doesn’t necessarily like it,  &  won’t complain while he does so.  although for him to like it, it can’t just have the spicy factor going for it, how hot it is doesn’t transfer into how good it is. still, he’ll eat it even if its just hot.

kyuzo … doesn’t read all that much, actually. he prefers a better use of his time than sitting around for long stretches of time just reading something. if he does find himself sitting with nothing to do, he might pick up a book if there’s any around, but chances are he’ll put it away soon after getting bored with it.

as for alcohol tolerance, it’s pretty low,  &  so he chooses to keep his distance from it. 

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INKHANDS.

     uncertainty grips her conscious like water to paper, clouding heart & judgement. her heart is pounding, pounding, pounding ; tasteless fear strangling her breaths. still, she’ll walk, lifting her head high, chin up, & desperately trying to project the confidence that is sorely lacking.

      (  ‘ seth! seth! hurry on home! ‘ the puppet is calling & calling out. she is afraid, afraid, afraid ; why have they left? why is she alone?  )

      ink threatens to rise, settling heavy in the back of her throat. ( she can taste it, the sickeningly bittersweet sludge. ) her gaze falls upon the trees, now seemingly more like shadows of Classmates & the towering Teachers. shake your head, dig nails into your palms – focus, charlotte, you can’t find someplace safe.

     something grabs her ankle & she nearly trips – only for someone’s hand to grab her arm & pull her from falling. she’s nearly estastic –  ‘bennett? felix?’ – until their voice hits her ears. a stranger found her first.

     before she can stop herself, charlotte is twisting around, carelessly ripping her arm away from the man & clutching it close to her chest. it stings somewhat, joint burning unpleasantly from the rough treatment she, herself, inflicted. charlotte takes a step back, chest rising & falling heavily, trying to will her heart to calm down before the ink rises further & higher. 

     “ i… “ her voice is breathy, shaky, looking up to the man.  (  he appears faceless for the sparest of seconds, but she forces herself to see past that ; to see the blond, almost unkept hair & maroon eyes. )  “ i’m… sorry. you – “ she swallows, shaking her head free of cluttered thoughts & straightening out. “ are you alright? “ 

           HE LETS HER FORCE the arm from his grip without fight nor any sign of resistance in return, taking to stare her down instead. she’s young ; still a child, by the looks of it  scared, alone, confused. unfortunately for him, he already knows every face && appearing feature of those that live in kanna village, && it’s made clear that she is not one of them  ( she does not belong, in a sense.  something about her feels OFF, foreign. )

          IT’S NOT THE SAME feeling that he would give the villagers, or that they give to him. instead, she gives off the sense of otherworldly. for now, he ignores it. 

          INSTEAD, HE STUDIES HER. silently as seconds pass by, as she trembles, arm clutched tightly to her chest as if letting it be at her side would result in catastrophe. it’s not too much different from what he’s seen time && time again, having become nothing less than normal.  ( let them fear him, shake in their fright && stand with anxious eyes, focused on the presented danger of an unpredictable samurai. )

          THE WOMAN WOULD DAMN him if he was to leave her in the rocky terrain, left to her own devices && no solid certainty she would make her way to the rice fields only so far ahead. whether it be a blessing or not, kyuzo gave no mind to the curses && hatred of others, pointed towards him or otherwise ; he’s kept himself on a rocky, neutral post.  as tempting as walking by is, a HEADACHE is not a useful means of medicine for bullet wounds, atop an arm that bellows pain when moved.

          ‘ follow me. ‘     here, he’ll decide to give her a choice. the previous water priestess then cannot give him as much of a scolding as she would. the offer is on the table, && so he’ll take steps past her && begin towards the village. if she follows, then she’ll be given safe resting && food. 

             IF SHE DOES NOT..... well, that’s one less problem for him.

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all we’ll say about kyuzo & katsushiro is that a compliment can only get u so far

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           TENTATIVELY DOES SHE WALK,  uncertain of the path before her as she takes it, rocks stumbling away with every step.  ( however, he’d admit preference over the hesitation, despite the feeling of annoyance it gives, serving to prod against his already somewhat impatient expectations ; she wasn’t, at the very least, blindly naive like a certain AMATEUR. )  he walks behind her, watching with a careful eye at her footing, an ear out for any sounds that could mean trouble -- or simply other people. 

           EVEN WITHOUT THE THREAT of the bandits, he was still ever on top of his guard, && that is something which will never change.  it serves purpose, however, && is useful for times of need. the mountain range, though paths on the edge spacious  ( he assumes they need to be, for those with cargo to pass without issue )  they can && will thin out. unfortunately,  they’ve happened onto such a path. 

           ITS WHEN SHE TRIPS that a hand shoots from his side, grabbing her arm & hoisting her back to balance.        “ you’ll fall. “     don’t make him work more than he has to.  ( he’s still in recovery. being sent to investigate an ODD GIRL near the village is enough of a hassle without injuries to remember. )          /       @inkhands  we lov u here’s a thing

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heyhey so.  we want to do hc posts & little practice writing for kyuzo, so would it be ok if we asked if anyone that can think of questions for us about him,  or anything really, that they send them in ?? 

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tiny tag dump bc we dont know what else needs tags rn

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we can always trust silas to somehow find us hours after we post links