--if words were knives
There are things that time cannot measure such as the span of nothingness with the cruelty of the world aside. He had been staring carelessly at the other person on the hallway. Yoshio just happened to exit the door of his room and when he did, a certain someone was outside -- not in front of him but beside the passage where he just came from. There had been a quiet staring between them and as far as he knows, he had done nothing wrong or at least that's how he believed his life to be. Mistakes, he have them but not that horrible enough to say that having a woman glare at him was something he deserved. For no reason? He couldn't tell.
A single gulp scratched through his composure that made him shrug his shoulder and decided to lock the door first before settling matters with the blonde stranger. If she's planning to assault him or anything, at least not his money and prized possessions that were displayed immobile inside. Thinking about it, his fingers started trembling at the thought -- not because that may be true but if it were, he doesn't have any knowledge in close combat defense. A child prodigy and yet physical exercises aren't his thing. The idea is enough to bring chills in his spine.
Never underestimate people. She might be a little, uhm, short but a person's body isn't the manifestation of their strength. Who knows, maybe if he planned on doing the first move, he might receive a bloodied nose after. Now that he's done locking the door, his eyes shifted towards her again but this time, he forced a smile to lessen the tension building up.
Just what is wrong with her?
"Uhh.. Hi. You lookin' for something?" Ahh, it's obvious. Definitely. With that eyes and all.
