takasugi catches a whiff of it on the breeze before seeing it in their faces, a strange shudder of realization passing through his body—another sign that he's changing.
but he's not too concerned about their complaints when it comes to the noise, even if it's annoying. he's confident they'll adapt to it, and maybe even come to appreciate it, where it's not as if he'd been ignorant to the judgmental looks from some of the lower class who viewed them as a misuse of resources. with a little time and patience, something that's never been his strong suit, they'll see the light and come around. by then, they'll have their routine down, and maybe even jotted down some lyrics that suit rinne's bold tones. a folk song, maybe. did he learn those up north, under those strict parents of his?
however bad things get, what's important is to make something interesting out of it. )
Whining comes naturally to those who feel powerless in front of change. That's all.
( it's his turn to be a smart-ass, the sharp twang of each pluck on his shamisen gradually coming to stall.
he looks up, wanting to see the disrespectful smirk on rinne's face to match the voice, and finally realizes what a part of the crowd has been staring and pointing at. like a creature let loose in the woods, he's starting to shift. but before takasugi can make a move to rise to his feet, or step in front of him—
he notices another tossed arm, another rock headed their way.
this one, aimed right at rinne and his defiance. )
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takasugi catches a whiff of it on the breeze before seeing it in their faces, a strange shudder of realization passing through his body—another sign that he's changing.
but he's not too concerned about their complaints when it comes to the noise, even if it's annoying. he's confident they'll adapt to it, and maybe even come to appreciate it, where it's not as if he'd been ignorant to the judgmental looks from some of the lower class who viewed them as a misuse of resources. with a little time and patience, something that's never been his strong suit, they'll see the light and come around. by then, they'll have their routine down, and maybe even jotted down some lyrics that suit rinne's bold tones. a folk song, maybe. did he learn those up north, under those strict parents of his?
however bad things get, what's important is to make something interesting out of it. )
Whining comes naturally to those who feel powerless in front of change. That's all.
( it's his turn to be a smart-ass, the sharp twang of each pluck on his shamisen gradually coming to stall.
he looks up, wanting to see the disrespectful smirk on rinne's face to match the voice, and finally realizes what a part of the crowd has been staring and pointing at. like a creature let loose in the woods, he's starting to shift. but before takasugi can make a move to rise to his feet, or step in front of him—
he notices another tossed arm, another rock headed their way.
this one, aimed right at rinne and his defiance. )