( even izou can admit it's a pretty shade, the color of an anvil's lust for iron or the sunset coming down hillside after an evening's worth of strenuous training. he actually fails to notice how upset she is at first, distracted by that painfully nostalgic hue and the way a light breeze causes her curls to sway. lined by the darkness, it's powerful.
'you shouldn't take such joy in killing others.'
... bah. the longer this goes on, the more it doesn't feel worth it. he lowers his drawn blade just a tad. )
Money. They drag us out here and expect us to get by on practically nothin'. It's insulting.
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'you shouldn't take such joy in killing others.'
... bah. the longer this goes on, the more it doesn't feel worth it. he lowers his drawn blade just a tad. )
Money. They drag us out here and expect us to get by on practically nothin'. It's insulting.