It's not like it matters. [ It's said under his breath. He doesn't want to talk about Kusanagi or the negotiations. He only wants to talk about them. Fushimi quickly pulls him out into the courtyard, heading for the gates. A glance back at him. ] I haven't done this in a long time, Misaki.
[ He looks around the courtyard and he can see the tell-tale signs of Mikoto's break out from their holding cells in the quick patches. None of it matches the existing stonework and a part of him is still stupidly impressed by it. But Fushimi's words distract Yata from that line of thinking. ]
[ Fushimi, on the other hand, doesn't bother to look at the damage that's slowly being repaired. It reminds him of too much, just like a lot of other things, and once they're outside the gates, he takes a second to adjust his glasses and straighten his coat. The sword at his hip is a nuisance too. ]
Yes, I know. [ He makes it a point to look at him, almost as if he's daring him to say something. ] It's this way.
[ It's Yata's turn to grit his teeth at that little reminder that Fushimi has been keeping tabs on him. But he swallows the irritation and walks with him. It's still a bit creepy, though. ]
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Busy gettin' lunch with one of our future allies. I'm not sure if he'll be annoyed or proud.
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Neither have I, you know.
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Yes, I know. [ He makes it a point to look at him, almost as if he's daring him to say something. ] It's this way.
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Where are we going anyways?