[The Harbinger isn't paying nearly enough attention to realize Kazuha hasn't actually commented on his choice of telling the man to consider showing more emotion, he wouldn't have cared if he had. The idea was placed forth because there was a lot about the samurai that was difficult to read. Aside from the few times he's shown himself to be visibly upset at Scaramouche's existence, he's coming to realize that the rest seems to be all smiles.
Humans are often easy to understand, but Kazuha grow more and more confusing. Intriguing.
Eyes lazily look over the passing shops and people and he's left wondering just what park it is they're going to. Considering the other Inazuman's love of nature he imagines it's one with plenty of trees and flowers, someplace with things he can liken everything back to. The thought is as amusing as it is irritating.]
Well I'm here until you grow sick of me.
[Or until the day ended - their previous encounters are enough that he knows he's not about to grow so annoyed as to leave, unless Kazuha is actively trying to upset him.
What Kazuha does next has the Sixth freezing up, a hand on his sleeve and interesting enough information to pull him from his growing boredom. It takes him a moment to finally turn his gaze back towards the man, though his eyes linger on his hand for longer than he'd like before flicking up to his face.]
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Humans are often easy to understand, but Kazuha grow more and more confusing. Intriguing.
Eyes lazily look over the passing shops and people and he's left wondering just what park it is they're going to. Considering the other Inazuman's love of nature he imagines it's one with plenty of trees and flowers, someplace with things he can liken everything back to. The thought is as amusing as it is irritating.]
Well I'm here until you grow sick of me.
[Or until the day ended - their previous encounters are enough that he knows he's not about to grow so annoyed as to leave, unless Kazuha is actively trying to upset him.
What Kazuha does next has the Sixth freezing up, a hand on his sleeve and interesting enough information to pull him from his growing boredom. It takes him a moment to finally turn his gaze back towards the man, though his eyes linger on his hand for longer than he'd like before flicking up to his face.]
Oh? Do I need to be concerned?