Ken Amada (chuunibyou) wrote in witchinghour, |
Kid. The word made Ken's dark eyes drop to his sneakers again, even as he willed himself not to be bothered by it. But the sting of that slight faded with the realization that Owen had agreed with him and a small but genuine smile touching the edges of his lips. The prospect of fighting the undead wasn't actually anything to be smiling about, he knew, but it felt good not to be dismissed. He considered the plan the man had suggested and gave a quick nod, looking up at him again. Clearing the streets was important, but keeping the safe zones safe was important too. "Yeah," he answered dutifully, "That sounds good." Pausing, Ken turned his attention from Owen to Koromaru and removed a small knife that had been tucked into his holster behind what seemed to be an engraved and unusually proportioned handgun. "We're going, Koromaru," he said and knelt to offer the blade to the dog. The last thing he wanted was for his partner to have to use his teeth on zombies. The dog yipped his understanding, taking the handle into his jaws, and the boy stroked his head several times before standing again. "We're ready if you are," he told Owen, determination and focus sharpening his young features. |