“Young master~“ A cheerful, near sing-song voice speaks, the sound of heeled steps echoing alongside it, as the Shinuichi approaches the rebellious fighter, a smile on their features, their hand resting on the handle of their weapon.
They’re not here to fight, however. Quite the opposite, frankly.
“Your father has been searching for you.“ they state calmly, an expression of kindness on their features, even though a sharp cold lingers in their celadon eyes.
“We better get you back to him before he sends the Tobiroppo out after you, no?“ Yuuma offers, knowing full well neither of the six would be quite as gentle in handling Kaido’s son themselves. They all could be quite... rough around the edges; especially when confronted with a task considered below their dignity.
Quite full of themselves, as far as the former Marine was concerned.
@son-of-beast 💖’d