To see him slightly waver beneath her watchful eyes felt oddly … satisfying, entertaining in its own little twisted way. Of course, she meant no mischief of harm in her gesture, only wishing to witness how the eldest sibling would fare in an interaction on his own without the rest of his family members. Taiyou would be the most brazen among all, almost beaten by Shou’s equally audacious teen spirit, balanced by Hikari’s girlish innocence … and then, Yoru’s very own calm and collected front. Compared to his younger brothers, he seems to be far less inclined to bask in the centre of attention. And yet, here he is, all by his lonesome self and a fox whose unmistakable curiosity towards him already gotten the better of her.
“Oh my, it seems like your little sister’s becoming an influence on me.” They certainly had been hanging out together by a lot. Being the only girl raised among boys made her circumstances all too understandable; she would likewise seek the company of another woman if she were to be surrounded by men all the time, simply for the comfort of having someone whose experiences she could mutually understand and relate to. “It can’t be helped. She has a good taste on food.” A good influence on its own, indulgent in the best way.
Still, her eyes remain transfixed upon him, witnessing how he moves with practiced finesse over his handiworks while whisking the matcha within its bowl. Seemingly trying to break the momentary silence, the young man attempts to strike a conversation with another topic, with the wound she received not long ago being the subject of their dialogue.
“Oh… right.” The bandage awkwardly peeks from the half-pulled sleeve of her jacket. While flesh wound upon skin would usually recover in no time, scars inflicted from a demon’s assault would take some time to heal on its own due to its preternatural quality — much to her annoyance. “It’s annoying, but it’s not a big deal,” obviously, it is. “Something like this just comes with the job, isn’t it?”
