an audible HUFF puffs from the woman’s chest, shifting from leg to leg in a small measure of ANNOYANCE. she may not speak too much, but everything she feels finds itself displayed LOUD & PROUD in her mannerisms, fingers tensing & fluttering at her side.
“ Is that so… “ crooned around the toothpick she’s wedged between her lips. she doesn’t like being talked down to, proven by the sneer that creases pretty face – keep it up, bakayarou — “ Never would’a thought –” dripped with as much sarcasm as she can muster, rolling her neck on stiff shoulders. missed her training for this ? damn.
she takes a moment to scan the area, the splintered wood, a once over the man stretching a few meters from her – catches the glint in his eye with the smallest CLACK of her teeth & shift of her chin to jut in the opposite direction. every word she speak is spoken to the wind with the prettiest lacing of s o u r – “ ‘Come out here to t r a i n, never bothered looking too far in. Apologies, mokuzai choppa – “
living out here, away from people and being one with nature-- they’re great. fantastic, even. he gets to eat, sleep and shit on his own time, without anyone breathing down his neck or bugging him. best of all, no one out here knows about the smudged ink in his history book, which means he doesn’t get those pitying looks or muffled whispers.
but occasionally, when that blue moon straggler does wind up in his neck of the woods, takeshi is reminded that there exists a world outside of this farm, and he is not a part of it anymore. they show up with their blissful ignorance, say they got lost, or were curious, or, like this one, looking for an empty place to train. for the briefest of seconds, he’s almost tempted to run back to his home and grab his zanpakuto-- it’s been ages since he’s trained in anything other than farming. but just as quick as it appeared, the urge is gone. work is more important.
the lady’s snark helps distract him from his bitterness, and he feels a familiar sneer tugging at his lips in response. if there’s one thing takeshi has always been good at, it’s not keeping his trap shut. he can read situations, knows when witty responses are okay and not, but there’s something in him ( or lack thereof, as it may be ) that just doesn’t give a fuck. he says what he wants, when he wants, and to whom he wants, and deals with the consequences when they come. “Course not. Shinigami have this bad habit of thinking the world revolves around them. Us outside their bubbles just don’t seem to exist. Shame, I’d say. I’m a fantastic fuckin’ person.”
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