| [Dec. 30th, 2008|11:47 pm] |
She should know better than to ask about family, after so much time around Ryouma. She had a clan: there was no end to her family. Others weren't so lucky. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, and let it pass by.
"Is there a reason the style you're using now isn't taught?" She grinned. "Or are you just very determined to be unique?"
The sunshine was watery but filled with the promise of spring. Kuromaru was finally beginning to eat his okonomiyaki. He'd have to go back to the hospital in a few hours; she had every intention of keeping him out for as long as she could. Sitting on a bench and chatting with a teammate seemed as good a plan as any. And if her new teammate liked talking about swords...
She could at least relate to liking weapons--even if her weapons of choice were claws and teeth. |
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