The tree can’t grab you if you loose your footing.
[It comes as no surprise to hear the boy talk of nature and how it speaks to him, nor just how bold he was to assume he wouldn’t face consequences for attempting something entirely ill prepared. Honestly if he was going to attempt it the least he could do was plan, but he knows the samurai would never.
That Kazuha thinks the only way around the costs of theatre is sneaking in, brings a frown to his lips. A troublemaker indeed.]
That’s one way — offering assistance is another. Even making the right friends can be a benefit.
[Perhaps not something Kazuha can accomplish at ten, but his elder self would certainly be able to find multiple ways to seeing a performance.
The giggle and clear relaxation the boys shows at least has Scaramouche smiling again — amused that he’s felt the need to point out his appearance as much as he has. It’s cute. The flattery and speaking without any filter, and he has no doubts that he’s being true in its honesty.]
I do appreciate it, but I’m not so pretty that you can’t say anything else.
[Such comments, while not unheard of, aren’t often spoken without some ulterior motive. And while young Kazuha is just clearly stating his thoughts, he hardly needs it. Much like how he doesn’t need the boy to be so formal when addressing him.]
Very few in Inazuma know of my existence, I don’t expect you to address me in any way different from what you would anyone else you deal with normally.
[A silence falls as eyes glance at the scar on Kazuha’s forehead, thinking on if he’d ever seen it before. The only time he’d ever really been close enough would have been when drunk and playing with the man’s hair, but he doesn’t recall noticing it. He wonders what it could possibly be from.]
no subject
[It comes as no surprise to hear the boy talk of nature and how it speaks to him, nor just how bold he was to assume he wouldn’t face consequences for attempting something entirely ill prepared. Honestly if he was going to attempt it the least he could do was plan, but he knows the samurai would never.
That Kazuha thinks the only way around the costs of theatre is sneaking in, brings a frown to his lips. A troublemaker indeed.]
That’s one way — offering assistance is another. Even making the right friends can be a benefit.
[Perhaps not something Kazuha can accomplish at ten, but his elder self would certainly be able to find multiple ways to seeing a performance.
The giggle and clear relaxation the boys shows at least has Scaramouche smiling again — amused that he’s felt the need to point out his appearance as much as he has. It’s cute. The flattery and speaking without any filter, and he has no doubts that he’s being true in its honesty.]
I do appreciate it, but I’m not so pretty that you can’t say anything else.
[Such comments, while not unheard of, aren’t often spoken without some ulterior motive. And while young Kazuha is just clearly stating his thoughts, he hardly needs it. Much like how he doesn’t need the boy to be so formal when addressing him.]
Very few in Inazuma know of my existence, I don’t expect you to address me in any way different from what you would anyone else you deal with normally.
[A silence falls as eyes glance at the scar on Kazuha’s forehead, thinking on if he’d ever seen it before. The only time he’d ever really been close enough would have been when drunk and playing with the man’s hair, but he doesn’t recall noticing it. He wonders what it could possibly be from.]
You should be more careful.