[As far as Scaramouche was concerned the samurai definitely had some form of obsession with the Shogun. They wouldn't be here right now if the other Inazuman hadn't gotten it in his head that he was related to her. Their meetings would have been nothing past the coffee and the calendar shoot, he's not certain if that would have been preferable or if a part of him would actually miss the company.
A troubling thought, that he'd spent so much time with Kazuha that his presence was becoming commonplace. That thinking of these scenarios the man puts forth is just another aspect between them, slowly becoming normal. That the man plagues his thoughts at all should be reason enough to force distance between them, yet he finds himself doing the opposite.
He blames that on wanting to understand Kazuha's motives, or maybe just on the man himself.
The Harbinger carefully takes the offered leaf, turning it over in his hand as he just looks at it. Through all his years it's not something he's ever tried, momiji tempura, the idea of a leaf covered in batter isn't something he finds all that appealing. When he finally bites it he realizes the samurai isn't wrong, it's sweet enough that it doesn't taste purely of batter. That it's not terrible.]
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[As far as Scaramouche was concerned the samurai definitely had some form of obsession with the Shogun. They wouldn't be here right now if the other Inazuman hadn't gotten it in his head that he was related to her. Their meetings would have been nothing past the coffee and the calendar shoot, he's not certain if that would have been preferable or if a part of him would actually miss the company.
A troubling thought, that he'd spent so much time with Kazuha that his presence was becoming commonplace. That thinking of these scenarios the man puts forth is just another aspect between them, slowly becoming normal. That the man plagues his thoughts at all should be reason enough to force distance between them, yet he finds himself doing the opposite.
He blames that on wanting to understand Kazuha's motives, or maybe just on the man himself.
The Harbinger carefully takes the offered leaf, turning it over in his hand as he just looks at it. Through all his years it's not something he's ever tried, momiji tempura, the idea of a leaf covered in batter isn't something he finds all that appealing. When he finally bites it he realizes the samurai isn't wrong, it's sweet enough that it doesn't taste purely of batter. That it's not terrible.]
And you are absolutely obsessed with maples.