#kunigutsu

[vlyuvdova]

"does that make it any less true?" she makes no effort to hide her self - satisfaction, his sneer met with her smirk, and all too eagerly. natalya finds herself shameless in indulging her more mischievous inclinations in the presence of someone far more child - like and far more serious than herself, if only as a means to sate her curiosity. still, whatever her intention, she is glad to see him acquiesce to an amicability that in past times would come with more difficulty.

his latter assertion draws a short breath of laughter from her, and she merely glances at him sidelong, the curl of her lip still visible enough from her position angled away from him. "you're free to believe that. whatever the case ... how is vahumana treating you on this new and exciting journey?"

@kunigutsu ( cont. )

[runecast]

[ walks in wearing his balladeer outfit and wrecks the place then leaves. then immediately walks back in wearing his wanderer outfit ] hey was that guy bothering you

is that really what you think, scaramouche? that a little costume change is going to confuse mark? he may be old, but he's not imperceptive. the barrow is more upset than he is— he feels it growl and grumble under his feet in an effort to rebuild itself. already, the sounds of glass sinking into the floor catch his ears. it isn't happy, but at least it's minor damage. the situation could be a whole lot worse.

( not for mark and certainly not for the barrow. )

" oh, you thick little puppet! " so much for being calm. " d'ya understand how much of my inventory you've ruined? i should have y'pay for all of it. " of course, how much of that is an empty threat? " y'are ... so goddamn annoyin'. i would say god bless, but god doesn't exist if you're here ruinin' my livelihood. jeez. " @kunigutsu

[vlyuvdova]

natasha?

GET OUT

[shannaroka]

just go somewhere else and leave me alone. | @kunigutsu

annoyance covers her features,       sakura is no stranger to those that deny her help, those that think they are far above the care of a pretty pink medic. but the trained pyro agent's own patience is running thin. "if you just sit still," sakura pleads, propping across from him with an unpleasant look, shifting through her bag for some sort of supplies.      her duty is to do no harm.       sakura remembers the promise;       even if she grows wary of this wanderer,       a haunting uncertainty in his eyes. one she avoids. the pinkette digs out the antiseptic, hesitantly looking forward at him. 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾. swallowing the irrational fear, she takes one step towards him, meeting his eyes. (amethyst meets jade for a split second. she wonders if he feels contempt or gratitude. sakura wonders if he'll thank her or harm her.) she steps back, not before dropping the supplies before him. "your wound." a vague gesture. "i won't leave you to die. you could get infected."