About time she showed up.
Sora rolled his eyes at his sisters’ attempt at style, but smirked all the same. Of course she couldn’t be bothered to slip in a sneak attack before her little speech. A better ninja would have disarmed the crazy ex-Foot using the advantage of surprise–but he was a little preoccupied at the moment.
Beggars couldn’t be choosers, though, and at least Lea’s entrance seemed to distract the girl… Granted, it wasn’t exactly the distraction he had expected, and his respect for Foot intel plummeted significantly as a result. It was one thing to mix up his sisters’ names–to mistake Donatella for Michelangela, or vice versa. Sure, they all kind of looked similar to the common idiot. But the Foot flunkie was even confused about their genders now? Did they really need–well, more obvious features–to stand out as girls? Idiots…
Moving to stand beside Lea, he shot her a quick, skeptical look before returning his focus to the pacing girl in front of them. Okay, she was really distracted by this. Had she been a new recruit…? Because within the Foot, a mutant turtle shouldn’t be a big surprise.
“I mean, if she’s really asking to be pinched…” he whispered in an aside to Lea.
“Or, you know, punched. I could pretend I misheard her.”
Without looking, Lea sharply elbowed him in the side in answer, but the next moment the wind turned, and as Sora laughed and shrugged off her jab, the scent of canine reek bathed his tongue. In a moment, his eyes flashed green, and he gripped his sword in a tight fist, narrowing his sights and sweeping them over the rooftops. Cautiously, his tongue flickered just beneath the snarl that slowly curled his upper lip.
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