[Scaramouche lets out a huff, shooting a glare over to the other man for the mere suggestion. There was plenty of Inazuman culture still ingrained in him, but pouring sake for another and waiting for it to be poured for himself, was not something that had been on his mind when Kazuha had been asking questions he didn't want to deal with. Steadily growing more and more drunk didn't help matters.]
And I'm plenty polite to you. Even if you chose not to see it.
[There was an argument to be made that he could be more polite, going as far as to mask what he's really like, but Kazuha knows him enough at this point, there's little reason to hide who he is. If the samurai couldn't pick out the instances of him being polite then that was on him.
The shamisen is quietly slung back over his shoulder before the Harbinger finally looks over their surroundings. It's... pretty. He won't deny that the samurai picked a location that was pleasant to look at, with shops that he imagines Kazuha plans to stop at, and maples. There's so many of the trees he doesn't even have to guess that they were the deciding factor in choosing this particular park.
When Kazuha reaches over to him and asks if he wants to borrow something to keep him warm, the colour that had subsided from his cheeks returns in full force. It was concerning that the samurai wasn't the first to make such offers to him. What was it about him that made everyone want to lend him articles of clothing? Did he look cold all the time? Did people just want to see him in their clothes?
If this was going to suddenly be a recurring thing in his life, what does he even say to it?]
Shouldn't you be more concerned about getting cold yourself?
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[Scaramouche lets out a huff, shooting a glare over to the other man for the mere suggestion. There was plenty of Inazuman culture still ingrained in him, but pouring sake for another and waiting for it to be poured for himself, was not something that had been on his mind when Kazuha had been asking questions he didn't want to deal with. Steadily growing more and more drunk didn't help matters.]
And I'm plenty polite to you. Even if you chose not to see it.
[There was an argument to be made that he could be more polite, going as far as to mask what he's really like, but Kazuha knows him enough at this point, there's little reason to hide who he is. If the samurai couldn't pick out the instances of him being polite then that was on him.
The shamisen is quietly slung back over his shoulder before the Harbinger finally looks over their surroundings. It's... pretty. He won't deny that the samurai picked a location that was pleasant to look at, with shops that he imagines Kazuha plans to stop at, and maples. There's so many of the trees he doesn't even have to guess that they were the deciding factor in choosing this particular park.
When Kazuha reaches over to him and asks if he wants to borrow something to keep him warm, the colour that had subsided from his cheeks returns in full force. It was concerning that the samurai wasn't the first to make such offers to him. What was it about him that made everyone want to lend him articles of clothing? Did he look cold all the time? Did people just want to see him in their clothes?
If this was going to suddenly be a recurring thing in his life, what does he even say to it?]
Shouldn't you be more concerned about getting cold yourself?