swordofred
kusanagis-bar asked:
Silence. He'd had nothing to ask and nothing to say since his bartender came back. He hadn't even been a human since he did. Perhaps it could be called sulking, but was it really that when he just didn't know what to say? He had stayed within the bar the entire time, feeling it was his duty to protect it, and now Izumo was back. How could he react to that?
Quiet or not, the bartender had been fairly content with just giving the wood a clean and fresh shine. And maybe taking an opportunity to figure out where to place one of the lucky cats he ended up coming home with on the bar top, too.
"…"
He gave a gentle rasp against the hard wood.
"Whenever you’re ready."
He wouldn't exactly say anything, not yet. What came out of him was more of a prolonged whine, almost a pained keening. There weren't words attached, just a deep agony of being left behind that wasn't quite a cry yet.
It lasted for several seconds, by which time, it grew hoarser. Whoever's voice it had been to begin with, they had clearly seen terrible and heartbreaking things.