[He wasn't keeping the option off the table. His was a table with room for just about every option--which was certainly a problem unto itself. Smiling graciously as Gin made an effort to focus on the task at hand, Kisuke followed along. He hadn't readied himself a weapon at all, seeing plenty on the empty tables they were passing on their way to the back. Snatching a cutlery knife with a ring built into the handle, he tucked it into his breast pocket, flat with the blade facing away from him. Not because it was safer but because it was quicker to use that way.]
Hm? [Her question caught him off guard though only just a bit. Appropriate as it was, it was still strange to hear in that context.
Well. He had promised he'd be more honest with her if she was inclined to ever ask.]
A soul reaper. One who ferries the dead to the afterlife. Not fully practicing, I suppose, but you really never stop being one.
[Clearing his throat, he shrugged as he laid his eyes on the sharp knife she was preparing herself to draw.]
That aside, I genuinely have no idea why we're being chased. Please, consider me clueless.
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Date: 2023-01-24 11:42 pm (UTC)[He wasn't keeping the option off the table. His was a table with room for just about every option--which was certainly a problem unto itself. Smiling graciously as Gin made an effort to focus on the task at hand, Kisuke followed along. He hadn't readied himself a weapon at all, seeing plenty on the empty tables they were passing on their way to the back. Snatching a cutlery knife with a ring built into the handle, he tucked it into his breast pocket, flat with the blade facing away from him. Not because it was safer but because it was quicker to use that way.]
Hm? [Her question caught him off guard though only just a bit. Appropriate as it was, it was still strange to hear in that context.
Well. He had promised he'd be more honest with her if she was inclined to ever ask.]
A soul reaper. One who ferries the dead to the afterlife. Not fully practicing, I suppose, but you really never stop being one.
[Clearing his throat, he shrugged as he laid his eyes on the sharp knife she was preparing herself to draw.]
That aside, I genuinely have no idea why we're being chased. Please, consider me clueless.