It doesn't sound like it would suit you, though you would be able to travel to your heart's content.
[If the vagrant was immortal then he wouldn't need to carry him, should the man still want to wander later in life. Scaramouche seems surprised for a moment, that his mind even wandered to their conversation a month ago, that he didn't even question if he would still be spending time with the man that far into the future. That there was little question on if he would actually carry him if asked.
It's a concerning matter, though he has not time to dwell on it as the stars returning to Kazuha's hair grab his attention. He wonders if it's the stars that have the man's cheeks colouring the way they are, or if it's something he's managed to do. The most he'd focused on Kazuha's face when the stars were sprawling across his hair had been when he was far too many drinks in.
It definitely wasn't him.
The samurai then mentions that it's his birthday and his mind actually stalls, confusion spreading across his face. It is not his birthday, nor does Kazuha know when it is, why would there be a need to celebrate? Even if it were his birthday there was still no reason.]
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[If the vagrant was immortal then he wouldn't need to carry him, should the man still want to wander later in life. Scaramouche seems surprised for a moment, that his mind even wandered to their conversation a month ago, that he didn't even question if he would still be spending time with the man that far into the future. That there was little question on if he would actually carry him if asked.
It's a concerning matter, though he has not time to dwell on it as the stars returning to Kazuha's hair grab his attention. He wonders if it's the stars that have the man's cheeks colouring the way they are, or if it's something he's managed to do. The most he'd focused on Kazuha's face when the stars were sprawling across his hair had been when he was far too many drinks in.
It definitely wasn't him.
The samurai then mentions that it's his birthday and his mind actually stalls, confusion spreading across his face. It is not his birthday, nor does Kazuha know when it is, why would there be a need to celebrate? Even if it were his birthday there was still no reason.]
What? It's not my birthday.
[He didn't get the memo.]