Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .
Word Count → 354 :: Just a load of rabble. Feel free to PP Alaki leaving or we can end this on my post?
Relief killed him when his offer to escort the other was rejected, as well as the fact that the male had somewhere to go completely freed him of any unnecessary commitment or further offered assistance. Yet, with that particular matter cleared, things were simply... Awkward. That was the word for the situation now; when the other had been shifting and in need he had acted, but now that he was no loner directly needed nor had an actual purpose or reason to being there, all that really remained was small talk and finishing his duty.
Glancing to Hibiki he once again was amazed to see that the mare had stuck around and not abandoned him as she so typically did. Eyes lingered longingly upon the mare, who represented an escape route to the storm coloured male, a link that would free him from the awkward shackles that came with being a helpful stranger and restore his solitude and place him securely back in his comfort zone. Although the smell of vomit was prominent in the air, the young samurai had been making a point to ignore it, push all thoughts of it to the back of his mind, breathing through his nose only for he smelling it was better then tasting it upon the air.
Not that he held the vomit against Trent, for to him it was just a trivial detail, something that was inevitable in the circumstances and not the males fault. A bit of an cold view on the matter, dismissing many things as trivial, but fixating over details was too tiresome for him at the given moment. “Well, don't want to delay you from your travels” he responded, making a step towards Hibiki, giving the mare a pointed look to not try anything funny now. “If ya ever want me, for, uhh, something. My packs near here. Anathema” he added, not really sure why, just out of polite obligation to offer further assistance as much as it was against his nature. “Well, cya then?” he stepped again towards the mare, snatching her reigns and feeling somewhat triumphant by doing so.
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry
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