they slash through takasugi's moment of inner panic like an act of faith, his crooked expression coming to calm when their little act refuses to grind to a halt.
when he realizes, in that moment, how truly reliable this new companion of his is.
damsel in distress... that's a good one. red fur is sprouting up all over his chest in distracting, itchy patches, but all takasugi can do is blink in a rare moment of awe. he lowers his arm, and the shamisen with it, stepping nimbly out of the way as rinne keeps up the momentum while seemingly shrugging off what just happened. while slowly embracing the fear of this oncoming shift, a one that looks strikingly similar to takasugi's.
"an asian rendezvous with a shanghai honey". are those lyrics on purpose, considering that annoying delegation he had to attend once upon a time? how cheeky.
his shamisen is fine, of course. sure, it's a little scuffed, but it’s not your typical instrument with all the modifications he's done.
nothing's stopped, and rinne is doing fine ( mostly ), so what else can he do but take his seat again and improvise a rhythm alongside those guitar string plucks? let the fleeting nature of this sun-kissed day take them away. let each strike of the bachi on strings hit the remaining skeptics in the crowd at full force, even as his claws grow painfully long. )
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Date: 2025-04-10 02:19 pm (UTC)they slash through takasugi's moment of inner panic like an act of faith, his crooked expression coming to calm when their little act refuses to grind to a halt.
when he realizes, in that moment, how truly reliable this new companion of his is.
damsel in distress... that's a good one. red fur is sprouting up all over his chest in distracting, itchy patches, but all takasugi can do is blink in a rare moment of awe. he lowers his arm, and the shamisen with it, stepping nimbly out of the way as rinne keeps up the momentum while seemingly shrugging off what just happened. while slowly embracing the fear of this oncoming shift, a one that looks strikingly similar to takasugi's.
"an asian rendezvous with a shanghai honey". are those lyrics on purpose, considering that annoying delegation he had to attend once upon a time? how cheeky.
his shamisen is fine, of course. sure, it's a little scuffed, but it’s not your typical instrument with all the modifications he's done.
nothing's stopped, and rinne is doing fine ( mostly ), so what else can he do but take his seat again and improvise a rhythm alongside those guitar string plucks? let the fleeting nature of this sun-kissed day take them away. let each strike of the bachi on strings hit the remaining skeptics in the crowd at full force, even as his claws grow painfully long. )