( a drop of water hanging from a limp weed slides down and into the earth, merging with the darkness. )
Hah. Pretty mouthy for someone with yer back wide open.
( even with a scarf drawn close to his neck, something nags at him in the evening chill. a feeling that emerges in recollection from a life spent observing people for long periods of time, for their anger and their body language—a skill developed while staring death in the face, blood dried brown caked on his face. perhaps it could be called a sixth sense for danger, though there doesn't seem to be anything coming his way save that warning. strange. jaw unflinching, he gives the smaller stranger one more look, another intense gaze, to see if he notices anything intimidating about their pose.
it's difficult to tell, which makes it all the more annoying.
izou drives the feeling back down with a slow exhale, turning the one-handed grip of his katana at an angle in an awkward, unrefined style all his own. a continued show of intimidation. )
I'll be the judge of that.
( a normal person would just ask for a hand-out, but here we are... )
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Hah. Pretty mouthy for someone with yer back wide open.
( even with a scarf drawn close to his neck, something nags at him in the evening chill. a feeling that emerges in recollection from a life spent observing people for long periods of time, for their anger and their body language—a skill developed while staring death in the face, blood dried brown caked on his face. perhaps it could be called a sixth sense for danger, though there doesn't seem to be anything coming his way save that warning. strange. jaw unflinching, he gives the smaller stranger one more look, another intense gaze, to see if he notices anything intimidating about their pose.
it's difficult to tell, which makes it all the more annoying.
izou drives the feeling back down with a slow exhale, turning the one-handed grip of his katana at an angle in an awkward, unrefined style all his own. a continued show of intimidation. )
I'll be the judge of that.
( a normal person would just ask for a hand-out, but here we are... )