"You really aren't familiar with what ninjas do, huh?" Tsukikage says in response to what Speedwagon says. "Thievery differs between people and their needs. As is murder." Tsukikage holds his hand up and flicks his wrist. As easily as a playing card could be flicked out of a magician's hand, a knife appears. And then Tsukikage pulls it back and it's replaced with a kunai. And then it's gone in a blink of an eye.
And then he waits for the man to continue. And he feels a familiar, old ache in his heart. He almost laughs, if not for his poker face.
Right. This is why he didn't wish too hard. This is why he wasn't supposed to jump into things. He was glad he wasn't too forward to the point of where it couldn't be mistaken for workplace friendliness but it didn't soften the blow.
"Destiny, huh? Must be someone special," Tsuikage says, levelly as he usually did. "It's good to hear you keep up with old friends. I don't hear much from mine anymore."
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Date: 2019-10-16 03:55 pm (UTC)And then he waits for the man to continue. And he feels a familiar, old ache in his heart. He almost laughs, if not for his poker face.
Right. This is why he didn't wish too hard. This is why he wasn't supposed to jump into things. He was glad he wasn't too forward to the point of where it couldn't be mistaken for workplace friendliness but it didn't soften the blow.
"Destiny, huh? Must be someone special," Tsuikage says, levelly as he usually did. "It's good to hear you keep up with old friends. I don't hear much from mine anymore."