how do u feel about mitsubachi ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )
That’s…a bit out of nowhere.
Kamakiri blinks, unsure whether or not to dismiss the sudden stab of suspicion as defensiveness or not. It isn’t the most peculiar of questions–the insect squad is unfortunately notorious for their unusual bond. Quite honestly, if the stranger’s query had simply included Chouchou, he wouldn’t feel quite as…unnerved about now.
But such is not the case. Whoever this enigmatic pest may be, they seem well aware of their…deliberate choice of words–and the implication sets off alarm bells in Kamakiri’s head. It takes a mountainous amount of restraint to keep the unease off his face. Whatever this stranger’s caught wind of…reacting will only prove their suspicions.
Steady now. Just answer honestly.
But not…too honestly. Kamakiri is quick to reign in the faint rush of warmth that threatens to creep up his ribs as he thinks on his answer. Mitsubachi. He is sincere–peculiarly so for a ninja–goes about his duties with a stalwart earnestness that can easily be mistaken for naivete. Kamakiri himself had thought this initially, regarded it with some measure of disdain actually–but as time ticked by, as Mitsubachi’s efforts soared, his competence not once hindered by that genuine, human quality, that his thoughts on the man had begun to change: slowly, but dramatically.
He couldn’t understand him. On some levels he still can’t. The notion of living one’s life with such openness is in such stark opposition with Kamakiri’s own philosophies that it baffles him. Frightens him, sometimes.
Sometimes, Mitsubachi will laugh. He will cry. He will sulk or bicker or daydream, a myriad of lively qualities so antithetical to their grim way of life. And sometimes, Kamakiri will wonder if he’s made the right choice in locking those things away within himself.
When Mitsubachi laughs, sometimes Kamakiri wants to laugh right along with him. The very thought will rise up through him like a swirl of steam, lingering sweetly for a moment, before it is succinctly dispersed. Instead he will look on, tucking a fragment of a smile behind his high collar.
Kamakiri does this now, briefly, casting a quick glance at his comrade from across the room. Mitsubachi sits with Chouchou, in the midst of an animated argument, brimming with wild gestures and well-meaning jabs.
Despite his attempts to keep a neutral tone, there is a note of warmth that runs deep in Kamakiri’s voice.
“…I’m honored to fight by his side.”