[The stark difference between the samurai's expressions as child and as adult are astounding - how the man could have gone from really what was common amongst children to nearly unreadable. The Harbinger isn't sure he prefers Kazuha like this, able to see things play out so openly on his face. Being unable to read him was infuriating, but also kept the man interesting enough to keep him around.
Now he was the same as any other child, though he's never held any issues with children.]
I'm a friend, of sorts.
[It's the simplest way to explain it, though Scaramouche still isn't sure if he'd actually call Kazuha, his friend. They've spent plenty of time together, but 'friend' sounded much closer than they actually were.
The complaint that Kazuha is almost eleven years old pulls a rather gentle chuckle from him, an amused smile creeping at the corners of his lips. Ten is exceptionally young.]
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Now he was the same as any other child, though he's never held any issues with children.]
I'm a friend, of sorts.
[It's the simplest way to explain it, though Scaramouche still isn't sure if he'd actually call Kazuha, his friend. They've spent plenty of time together, but 'friend' sounded much closer than they actually were.
The complaint that Kazuha is almost eleven years old pulls a rather gentle chuckle from him, an amused smile creeping at the corners of his lips. Ten is exceptionally young.]
Oh, almost eleven. My mistake, Kazuha-chan.