Nothing came of her jutsu – at least, nothing that the average shinobi could see. Asami could barely explain it herself. Reaching out to the fates, or gods, or some sort of higher power gave her some vague insight to what was to come. ‘Nothing good’, she surmised, but her frown was all that gave it away.
Asami thought that she might have gone a touch too far with her assessment, but the boy-pup beside her made her seem tame by comparison. That would have been a good thing, if it didn’t involve further antagonizing annoyed older, stronger men than themselves. Concern seeped into the girl’s eyes, but only for a moment. The boy clearly had good intentions at heart, but he had a child’s abrasive tongue. Nothing unusual, or even unmanageable, but tensions were already running too high for his words to slip by. “How about we don’t threaten the older stronger strangers?” She spoke in a hushed but stern voice to Akira, though she returned to a normal volume soon after.
“That’s not how we’re nice to each other. Be more like…” She slowly eyed the group. Kyo? No. Maru? She chuckled mentally. There weren’t any shining beacons of diplomacy in their party, besides the Supreme Goatee and… “This little guy.” She gently tapped a finger atop the squirrel’s head, having decided that as long as it wasn’t removing some of her hair, all would be well. The critter has avoided offending anybody and being offended – thus far.
Fortunately, every Kumo-nin that didn’t associate with canines seemed set on easing the situation. Saki was seemingly sensible enough to stay diplomatic. Perhaps that was why she had been so quiet – it would make sense, if she had been the first to realise how badly the encounter could end. It was that same cautiousness that made her a target of a man-child, however – Asami only hoped that Yukio would eventually do as he claimed, and stop the doll before it got out of control. The group had hinted and outright stated that he was souring the scene, and while poor Saki hadn’t said it, she clearly didn’t want the thing anywhere near her. Asami couldn’t blame her.
Once again, it fell to Kyo to act as a physical barrier. She would have preferred to keep her mouth shut for a few moments. It opened for a moment as Yukio began speaking again. Perhaps he wasn’t aware of how condescending he sounded to at least two of them, she thought. Hoped, mostly. In the same breath, he spoke down on them, then took on the guise of peacekeeper, kindly suggesting that they let him have the last word, else they continue to aggravate matters. Then they would be the rude ones, and he was clearly just trying to help! It was haughty, patronizing, quite rude, if she was being honest, and…
Exactly what she had been doing moments before.
She closed her mouth, a furrowed brow marking her little breakthrough. While it soothed her ego to know that the man used the tactics of a teenage girl (or she used the tactics of a grown diplomat!), calling them out as such wasn’t what they needed at that moment. Maybe later. In the meantime, she made a note to stop doing that, now that she had realised how counter-productive it was.
“…Without trying to command you into doing something…” She paused, trying to choose her words carefully. “I think it’s pretty clear that hinting or telling this, er… Maru to do something isn’t working.” Surely, a man that acted as a makeshift babysitter for the dummy already knew that from past experience, which meant a show of force wasn’t going to be pleasant for anybody. Or just him. Considering her lack of training, she wouldn’t fare too well either. She didn’t really have any good suggestions for dealing with him, but… “That’s why Kyo-san is standing in the way. Can you blame him for trying to protect somebody?” She might have moved to do the same, but she lacked Akira’s casual bravery. She knew her body wasn’t very durable, and wouldn’t be up for a beating even if it was. Kyo, for his brutish attitude, at least tried to keep the girl safe. He almost seemed like he was being a good person.
…The memory of clinging to a cliffside for dear life came to mind, and she remembered that he was still an ass.
Asami thought that she might have gone a touch too far with her assessment, but the boy-pup beside her made her seem tame by comparison. That would have been a good thing, if it didn’t involve further antagonizing annoyed older, stronger men than themselves. Concern seeped into the girl’s eyes, but only for a moment. The boy clearly had good intentions at heart, but he had a child’s abrasive tongue. Nothing unusual, or even unmanageable, but tensions were already running too high for his words to slip by. “How about we don’t threaten the older stronger strangers?” She spoke in a hushed but stern voice to Akira, though she returned to a normal volume soon after.
“That’s not how we’re nice to each other. Be more like…” She slowly eyed the group. Kyo? No. Maru? She chuckled mentally. There weren’t any shining beacons of diplomacy in their party, besides the Supreme Goatee and… “This little guy.” She gently tapped a finger atop the squirrel’s head, having decided that as long as it wasn’t removing some of her hair, all would be well. The critter has avoided offending anybody and being offended – thus far.
Fortunately, every Kumo-nin that didn’t associate with canines seemed set on easing the situation. Saki was seemingly sensible enough to stay diplomatic. Perhaps that was why she had been so quiet – it would make sense, if she had been the first to realise how badly the encounter could end. It was that same cautiousness that made her a target of a man-child, however – Asami only hoped that Yukio would eventually do as he claimed, and stop the doll before it got out of control. The group had hinted and outright stated that he was souring the scene, and while poor Saki hadn’t said it, she clearly didn’t want the thing anywhere near her. Asami couldn’t blame her.
Once again, it fell to Kyo to act as a physical barrier. She would have preferred to keep her mouth shut for a few moments. It opened for a moment as Yukio began speaking again. Perhaps he wasn’t aware of how condescending he sounded to at least two of them, she thought. Hoped, mostly. In the same breath, he spoke down on them, then took on the guise of peacekeeper, kindly suggesting that they let him have the last word, else they continue to aggravate matters. Then they would be the rude ones, and he was clearly just trying to help! It was haughty, patronizing, quite rude, if she was being honest, and…
Exactly what she had been doing moments before.
She closed her mouth, a furrowed brow marking her little breakthrough. While it soothed her ego to know that the man used the tactics of a teenage girl (or she used the tactics of a grown diplomat!), calling them out as such wasn’t what they needed at that moment. Maybe later. In the meantime, she made a note to stop doing that, now that she had realised how counter-productive it was.
“…Without trying to command you into doing something…” She paused, trying to choose her words carefully. “I think it’s pretty clear that hinting or telling this, er… Maru to do something isn’t working.” Surely, a man that acted as a makeshift babysitter for the dummy already knew that from past experience, which meant a show of force wasn’t going to be pleasant for anybody. Or just him. Considering her lack of training, she wouldn’t fare too well either. She didn’t really have any good suggestions for dealing with him, but… “That’s why Kyo-san is standing in the way. Can you blame him for trying to protect somebody?” She might have moved to do the same, but she lacked Akira’s casual bravery. She knew her body wasn’t very durable, and wouldn’t be up for a beating even if it was. Kyo, for his brutish attitude, at least tried to keep the girl safe. He almost seemed like he was being a good person.
…The memory of clinging to a cliffside for dear life came to mind, and she remembered that he was still an ass.
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