( the feeling of societal pressure forcing him into a state unwilling civility is an annoying one, one that is still largely unfamiliar and novel to him. in the wilds surrounding kira there were no such laws; he had been free to bare steel against whoever strayed too close to the village, leaving the corpse at the borders with no lingering sensation of guilt. it still doesn't nag at him, even as konoe had tried his best to sound the bells of his conscience. were they in the deep forests of sisa, asato would have drawn his sword on this sorcerous cat -- even if he might be overwhelmed by magic he didn't understand, it was seemingly the only response he could have to him.
but they are in a foreign land, in a foreign city, surrounded by strangers. if asato attacks leaks now, he would be the one singled out as dangerous and wrong. annoying, but none of these people knew what this cat had done to their country, to their race.
with this in mind, it only makes his words acid in asato's ears. the muscles of his shoulders tense, and his tail gives another angry thrash.
asato listens, frustrated, angry -- made clawless by their being surrounded by others, though he would love to respond to these odd, cordial threats by a slash to leaks' too-familiar face.
but, in addition to all of this... he is confused. by much (by pretty much everything), but specifically: )Why?( he demands, wresting what remaining yarn clings to him and standing to set the magician in an angry blue stare. ) What is it you want from me?
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but they are in a foreign land, in a foreign city, surrounded by strangers. if asato attacks leaks now, he would be the one singled out as dangerous and wrong. annoying, but none of these people knew what this cat had done to their country, to their race.
with this in mind, it only makes his words acid in asato's ears. the muscles of his shoulders tense, and his tail gives another angry thrash.
asato listens, frustrated, angry -- made clawless by their being surrounded by others, though he would love to respond to these odd, cordial threats by a slash to leaks' too-familiar face.
but, in addition to all of this... he is confused. by much (by pretty much everything), but specifically: ) Why? ( he demands, wresting what remaining yarn clings to him and standing to set the magician in an angry blue stare. ) What is it you want from me?
( hm i wonder... )