[It might be romantic. The thought briefly crosses Kazuha's mind, though he chooses not to say that. He's only just really starting to consider that what he feels towards the immortal might just be a little... more than he'd thought at first. Friendship had terrified Scaramouche. He doesn't want to propose anything else.
It was unlikely to be reciprocated anyway— a human ronin like himself had nothing to offer. He's no one special.]
Oh, so you don't want people to know I was looking for you? Maybe I should have asked less people then.
[Please, Kaedehara, reign in the teasing. Though that was the truth at least— he'd asked a few people if they'd seen him around, knowing that he was present at the party but avoiding him.
It's been a while since anyone has braided his hair. It's very relaxing, which is a boon when he's been too emotional, and he lets out a deep sigh when Scaramouche ties off the end of his hair, leaving the braid dangling to the side of his shoulder. At first, he thinks maybe the other just braided his hair off center, until he reaches back and touches it realizing it's on purpose.
Oh, he... noticed.
His hand finds the offered one easily, almost on reflex, their fingers lacing together as he reaches out with his other to pull the other Inazuman closer by a hip. It's almost the stance they had while dancing, but Kazuha doesn't drag him back into step. He smiles at him, his expression warm.]
A friend of mine brought news of things I don't remember. He said I faced the Shogun in combat and lived. I'm traveling in Liyue.
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It was unlikely to be reciprocated anyway— a human ronin like himself had nothing to offer. He's no one special.]
Oh, so you don't want people to know I was looking for you? Maybe I should have asked less people then.
[Please, Kaedehara, reign in the teasing. Though that was the truth at least— he'd asked a few people if they'd seen him around, knowing that he was present at the party but avoiding him.
It's been a while since anyone has braided his hair. It's very relaxing, which is a boon when he's been too emotional, and he lets out a deep sigh when Scaramouche ties off the end of his hair, leaving the braid dangling to the side of his shoulder. At first, he thinks maybe the other just braided his hair off center, until he reaches back and touches it realizing it's on purpose.
Oh, he... noticed.
His hand finds the offered one easily, almost on reflex, their fingers lacing together as he reaches out with his other to pull the other Inazuman closer by a hip. It's almost the stance they had while dancing, but Kazuha doesn't drag him back into step. He smiles at him, his expression warm.]
A friend of mine brought news of things I don't remember. He said I faced the Shogun in combat and lived. I'm traveling in Liyue.