None of the things I say are filthy. You imagine things, Kazuha.
[It's something he's been told by more than just the samurai, a memory from the Gala particularly standing out in his mind, though not something he believes despite the evidence. People simply misunderstood his words, hardly fault of his own. There's been nothing he's said today that could be taken the wrong way.
While the immortal's sense of smell is nowhere near that of the samurai's, he smells the blossoms before he sees them, the sheer amount of trees overwhelming anything else that could be in the area. It's a stunning sight when they step up atop the hill, one he hasn't seen in a very long time - though with its own differences to what he had come to love in Inazuma.
He allows himself some time to simply stand and take in the view, indigo looking over a sea of gentle pinks and whites. His hand tightening against the samurai's.
It's no question that the trees are his favourite, that the blossoms are something he enjoys. Scaramouche has said as much, though only once not expecting the other Inazuman to remember. Was this why Kazuha had a specific direction in mind when they left the house? It must be.]
You know this was hardly necessary. I didn't expect you to remember I liked these trees.
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[It's something he's been told by more than just the samurai, a memory from the Gala particularly standing out in his mind, though not something he believes despite the evidence. People simply misunderstood his words, hardly fault of his own. There's been nothing he's said today that could be taken the wrong way.
While the immortal's sense of smell is nowhere near that of the samurai's, he smells the blossoms before he sees them, the sheer amount of trees overwhelming anything else that could be in the area. It's a stunning sight when they step up atop the hill, one he hasn't seen in a very long time - though with its own differences to what he had come to love in Inazuma.
He allows himself some time to simply stand and take in the view, indigo looking over a sea of gentle pinks and whites. His hand tightening against the samurai's.
It's no question that the trees are his favourite, that the blossoms are something he enjoys. Scaramouche has said as much, though only once not expecting the other Inazuman to remember. Was this why Kazuha had a specific direction in mind when they left the house? It must be.]
You know this was hardly necessary. I didn't expect you to remember I liked these trees.