Only on my death bed? Seems like you're just hoping I'd die before I could ask.
[He's teasing him a little, but honestly he expects nothing from Scaramouche. They're tentative allies at present, but nothing more. While he's slowly getting used to the idea of his companion being the Shogun's creation — her son, in his eyes — he's not certain he can easily forget his connection to the Fatui.
Even if Scaramouche says he cares not for them.
The wind flutters the sleeves of his haori as he walks along, setting a leisure pace. The samurai watches the shops as they go by, peeking in at staff busy with making food and handing off bags and packages. The smell of temura is strong in the air, combined with the softer smell of tea.
He gets in line at a shop, stepping up once the person in front of him was served. The samurai becomes very attentive suddenly, staring down at the bags of leaf shaped snacks lining the front counter.]
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[He's teasing him a little, but honestly he expects nothing from Scaramouche. They're tentative allies at present, but nothing more. While he's slowly getting used to the idea of his companion being the Shogun's creation — her son, in his eyes — he's not certain he can easily forget his connection to the Fatui.
Even if Scaramouche says he cares not for them.
The wind flutters the sleeves of his haori as he walks along, setting a leisure pace. The samurai watches the shops as they go by, peeking in at staff busy with making food and handing off bags and packages. The smell of temura is strong in the air, combined with the softer smell of tea.
He gets in line at a shop, stepping up once the person in front of him was served. The samurai becomes very attentive suddenly, staring down at the bags of leaf shaped snacks lining the front counter.]
Momiji tempura...?
[It's a fried leaf.]