| [Dec. 31st, 2008|12:18 am] |
Tsume's eyes twinkled. "Unless you're really set on teaching it to my familiar. Could be hard, with no opposable thumbs..."
Kuromaru's single ear flicked back. "Hate blades, anyway." His scent spiraled into oiled steel, and Tsume looked at him sharply. But then he was back to eating, ear relaxing, ignoring them.
"Maybe give us a demo. I might not like swords after all," Tsume continued to Hayate when Kuromaru had settled. "They might make my arms tired." She grinned and winked. "Of course, maybe you'd rather be the only one who can do that kenjutsu. Can't say I'd blame you. It's fun to be able to do things others can't."
"Like boar hunting," Kuromaru agreed solemnly.
Tsume blinked and turned to look at him. He was sitting, watching them with a single gold eye. "You going to finish your food?" she asked pointedly.
His ear flattened back, and with a whine he slid to his belly on the ground. "I'm not as hungry as I thought."
There hadn't been that much food in the first place. She hesitated, acutely aware of how odd any Inuzuka would find Kuromaru's statement, given his size. She offered Hayate a rueful smile and a self-conscious explanation. "His appetite's been off." |
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