alt!
Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a charecter I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro purposely picks a seat near the back, out of the way and far enough from the doors to stay undisturbed as long as the bus isn't full.
The girl (?) that clacks inside on purple high heels spots him at first sight, prompting the sword to hastily pull his hooded cloak over his eyes. By the time he's covered his eyes, she's already settled down to sit right next to him.
Yamanbagiri freezes on the spot. Then he braves a peek through his peripheal vision at the stranger beside him, and gets an eye-ful of cheerful yellow lights on the black expanse that make up her face and scoots to the side in a hurry, too startled to do anything but react.
That was rude.
"I'm sorry," he apologizes in a rush.
"I didn't want to take up your space, so I moved out of the way."
The figure—wait, did she have four hands?—only smiles impossibly wide and leans over, ready to speak.
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro can't take another second of this. He's the inheritor of the legend that a blade slew the mountain witch, yet what terrifies him more in this moment is the prospect of unsolicited conversation. Before the bus starts moving, the sword's already turned to push down a window and jump right out.
Safe.
Yamanbagiri Kunihiro (Touken Ranbu) @reforgery
