[ Yuuto decides not to mention how Kamui looks at the moment. He does let out a very soft laugh at how red his face and ears are - that is endearing. Immediately, he can understand why those under his charge would die for him.
He lets out another soft ha-ha, as he makes his little jokes to himself. ]
I'm not sure.
[ His shoulders give a quick shrug. ] To correct that belief like that might end up sounding like too much denial, I figured that the matter will solve itself since we don't have that kind of relationship. [ He holds his hands up in surrender. ]
If you say so... [ the way kamui trails off says he's not really sure even more so than the actual words might, but then he goes back to staring at the dagger in his hands, examining it thoughtfully.
as he turns it over in his hand again, though he does not raise his head, maybe even his preceding silence is enough to draw focus as he asks, quietly, ]
Do you also have something? ...to protect yourself with, I mean.
[ if they were at home, kamui himself would have little to no need of a dagger in lieu of everything else. but they aren't, not remotely, and even those he's met who also would have abilities don't seem to or they've been muted to a point beyond recognition. for kamui, in their places: enhanced hearing and vision and speed, a hyper-sensitized sense of touch and taste. but so far none of these has come much in handy, save some brief warning signs in the tunnels. ]
[ Letting out another "ha-ha," he does believe that is something that he protects himself with if pressed. ]
But also blood magic.
[ Rolling his sleeve up, he shows the intricate markings (more like scars all along his skin). Turning it over, he allows for Kamui to look at what he has. ] It is what Sleep gifted me as soon as I woke up in this place. I'm learning a lot on rituals and the like from my betters, but I'm doing all right.
[ Smash-cut to weeks later, he'll be lying face down somewhere, anemic, exhausted, and wishing he hadn't spoken so big about anything. But he will be alive - so maybe he should try boasting more often. ]
Kamui, it is truly none of my business, but you can live a little freer here. [ A beat. ] I just also want you to be safe as you're living freely. [ Because his new coworker probably would try to do something to save him. ]
[ yuuto's response has kamui staring, mouth slightly open 'oh' before he catches himself, a bit abashed and just offers a smile...that also falters at the mention of the blood magic. it goes from faltering to a slight tightness at his mouth, not quite a frown but nearing that. his brow knits as he takes an unconscious step closer, hand raised before he realizes that's probably overstepping. he lowers it. ]
That seems...dangerous. But I guess we have to work with what we have.
[ blood magic. enhanced speed and sight and hearing, occasional claws. his teeth, a bit too sharp for the norm, worry his lower lip at the next thing yuuto says. freer? how? but the matter of safety has his expression opening up again, violet eyes wider. ]
Everyone is as safe as they can be, I think. I don't know if it's more dangerous here or ...
[ 'home'. he can't quite say it out loud. he adjusts the dagger in his hand. certainly lighter than a sword. ]
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[ Yuuto decides not to mention how Kamui looks at the moment. He does let out a very soft laugh at how red his face and ears are - that is endearing. Immediately, he can understand why those under his charge would die for him.
He lets out another soft ha-ha, as he makes his little jokes to himself. ]
I'm not sure.
[ His shoulders give a quick shrug. ] To correct that belief like that might end up sounding like too much denial, I figured that the matter will solve itself since we don't have that kind of relationship. [ He holds his hands up in surrender. ]
Please don't let it bother you.
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as he turns it over in his hand again, though he does not raise his head, maybe even his preceding silence is enough to draw focus as he asks, quietly, ]
Do you also have something? ...to protect yourself with, I mean.
[ if they were at home, kamui himself would have little to no need of a dagger in lieu of everything else. but they aren't, not remotely, and even those he's met who also would have abilities don't seem to or they've been muted to a point beyond recognition. for kamui, in their places: enhanced hearing and vision and speed, a hyper-sensitized sense of touch and taste. but so far none of these has come much in handy, save some brief warning signs in the tunnels. ]
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[ Letting out another "ha-ha," he does believe that is something that he protects himself with if pressed. ]
But also blood magic.
[ Rolling his sleeve up, he shows the intricate markings (more like scars all along his skin). Turning it over, he allows for Kamui to look at what he has. ] It is what Sleep gifted me as soon as I woke up in this place. I'm learning a lot on rituals and the like from my betters, but I'm doing all right.
[ Smash-cut to weeks later, he'll be lying face down somewhere, anemic, exhausted, and wishing he hadn't spoken so big about anything. But he will be alive - so maybe he should try boasting more often. ]
Kamui, it is truly none of my business, but you can live a little freer here. [ A beat. ] I just also want you to be safe as you're living freely. [ Because his new coworker probably would try to do something to save him. ]
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That seems...dangerous. But I guess we have to work with what we have.
[ blood magic. enhanced speed and sight and hearing, occasional claws. his teeth, a bit too sharp for the norm, worry his lower lip at the next thing yuuto says. freer? how? but the matter of safety has his expression opening up again, violet eyes wider. ]
Everyone is as safe as they can be, I think. I don't know if it's more dangerous here or ...
[ 'home'. he can't quite say it out loud. he adjusts the dagger in his hand. certainly lighter than a sword. ]