Not too long ago, he’d thought to himself about how human bodies are a pain. And when he’d thought that, he’d just meant all that annoying physical stuff that comes with having to move around and fight and do all those things that you don’t really do when you’re a sword.
Now, he wants to correct himself. It wasn’t just human bodies that were a pain--it was being human that was, too.
He’d found money left for him when he’d finally figured out where his ‘apartment’ was. It wasn’t too much, and he’d wanted to divvy it up so he wouldn’t go recklessly trying to spend a lot at once until he figured out how he could get some more. The problem with that was, he’d gone to some store to just get something to eat (the apartment had some food, too, but pretty much all of it was unfamiliar to him, he wanted something more comforting right now), and he’d ended up a little bit short. And the person running the place had told him to go ‘ask his mommy or daddy for some money and come back,’ then shooed him out.
“Hah! Treating me like I’m some kid... I’m way older than you are, yanno!” Fudou turns on his heels now, shouting back at the direction of the store even though he’s well aware he’s far enough away that he can’t be heard. His hands are clenched into fists, and for a moment he looks incredibly mad, until he exhales, and the anger slowly subsides from his features. Now, he... he doesn’t know what to do. He feels lost more than anything, and decides to take to a small patch of grass nearby that looked close to dying, plopping down on his rear and sighing deeply.
“...This is the worst...” The tantou grumbles to himself, wanting to say more but then noticing something nearby out of the corner of his eyes--ah, a person. Looking at him. Great. “What’re you lookin’ at...? Is this useless sword disturbing your lovely day?”
