Almost instantly, after losing himself for a moment on being asked of his old home, some memories bubbled back up into the mind of the opal swordsman, making him scowl in disdain. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head.
“Let’s just say I... wasn’t meant ‘ta be there.”
Jirou turned over and gave a more dismissive pose, shrugging his shoulders as he attempted to vent the negative thoughts:
“It feels nice not havin’ to hear any whisperin’ smacktalk nor gettin’ glowered at. Yyyyep, so long as I’m anywhere but there, I’m cool.”
With a folding of his arms behind his head, Jirou looked down at his chest, smirking at the noted tattoo.
“It’s pretty badass isn’t it? Unfortunately, where I got it from’s another place a looooong ways away from here, buuuuut, the mountain village we came from over there?” The Bisharp pointed over to the west, where he and his group marched from, “They got a parlor for sweet markings kinda like these.” Jirou ended his answer with a nonchalant glance away, towards the mountains, his face more relaxed, teasing even.
“If ya hurry ya can catch it just before the worker goes on break...”
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