[There's no reason to argue the matter, the samurai welcome to feel whatever it was he wanted. Scaramouche has no desire to try and make him feel any different, even if he hadn't set out to come across as spoiling the other man, merely wanting to make good on his word. This was no more than fulfilling a promise and spending time with someone he deemed acceptable to be around.
If Kazuha was so easy to please then he wasn't going to complain. The time he had offered would still be given, no changes, spoiling the samurai or not.
While the Harbinger has no interest in doing anything different, while he currently allows the touch, he makes no move to even glance in the man's direction. Gaze fully focused on the various coloured wings, as though it helps him to not place too much thought into something he's not ready for.]
They may draw in more crowds, but people are quick to confuse them for one another. [There's a brief pause before his mind catches the wording.] Was?
[It's easy enough to understand the reasoning for a word choice like that, but the most obvious answer isn't the only option. There's still little he actually knows of the vagrant, mostly by choice of never asking, keeping distance even if he's given plenty of information on himself.
He shouldn't want to get to know Kazuha better, but he finds himself wondering all the same. Perhaps it would help in reading him, knowing more about who he was and what he'd been through.]
I doubt I'd still be around if that weren't the case - the mansion is in Tatarasuna. It would have been kinder to kill me if she left me there to succumb to it.
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[There's no reason to argue the matter, the samurai welcome to feel whatever it was he wanted. Scaramouche has no desire to try and make him feel any different, even if he hadn't set out to come across as spoiling the other man, merely wanting to make good on his word. This was no more than fulfilling a promise and spending time with someone he deemed acceptable to be around.
If Kazuha was so easy to please then he wasn't going to complain. The time he had offered would still be given, no changes, spoiling the samurai or not.
While the Harbinger has no interest in doing anything different, while he currently allows the touch, he makes no move to even glance in the man's direction. Gaze fully focused on the various coloured wings, as though it helps him to not place too much thought into something he's not ready for.]
They may draw in more crowds, but people are quick to confuse them for one another. [There's a brief pause before his mind catches the wording.] Was?
[It's easy enough to understand the reasoning for a word choice like that, but the most obvious answer isn't the only option. There's still little he actually knows of the vagrant, mostly by choice of never asking, keeping distance even if he's given plenty of information on himself.
He shouldn't want to get to know Kazuha better, but he finds himself wondering all the same. Perhaps it would help in reading him, knowing more about who he was and what he'd been through.]
I doubt I'd still be around if that weren't the case - the mansion is in Tatarasuna. It would have been kinder to kill me if she left me there to succumb to it.