[The way Kazuha turns to look out at the scenery makes it clear enough that regardless of what he says, he's getting a poem at some point. It doesn't matter that he doesn't need one, nor particularly wants one, at some point the samurai was just going to drop one on him. Stubborn indeed, even if Scaramouche isn't arguing against it as well as he could be.
The rickshaw begins to slow and he sits up straighter, gripping the neck of the shamisen as he watches Kazuha pull out a coin pouch. From what he's seen, a friend would offer to pay in this situation, especially considering he had asked to make up for his failed birthday song to the samurai. But the man had said he would pay, and they are far from friends, even if he's yet to place what exactly they are.
A confidant perhaps? Or unintended temporary ally.
The Harbinger shakes his head, stepping out from the rickshaw once it stops - he'll figure it out eventually. A laugh is pulled from him as the samurai mentions that he would have drunk more had he only poured him more cups. He's long since past the need for perfect manners at all times.]
It's hardly my fault that you're so bound by etiquette. I've spent a lot of time in Snezhnaya, you really think I would care if you poured your own cups?
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[The way Kazuha turns to look out at the scenery makes it clear enough that regardless of what he says, he's getting a poem at some point. It doesn't matter that he doesn't need one, nor particularly wants one, at some point the samurai was just going to drop one on him. Stubborn indeed, even if Scaramouche isn't arguing against it as well as he could be.
The rickshaw begins to slow and he sits up straighter, gripping the neck of the shamisen as he watches Kazuha pull out a coin pouch. From what he's seen, a friend would offer to pay in this situation, especially considering he had asked to make up for his failed birthday song to the samurai. But the man had said he would pay, and they are far from friends, even if he's yet to place what exactly they are.
A confidant perhaps? Or unintended temporary ally.
The Harbinger shakes his head, stepping out from the rickshaw once it stops - he'll figure it out eventually. A laugh is pulled from him as the samurai mentions that he would have drunk more had he only poured him more cups. He's long since past the need for perfect manners at all times.]
It's hardly my fault that you're so bound by etiquette. I've spent a lot of time in Snezhnaya, you really think I would care if you poured your own cups?