He had been spending more of his time trying to get Tessai to go to bed considering he kept pacing to and fro not letting him sleep. The shopkeeper wasn’t as worried as Tessai, it seemed, about Ururu and Jinta sleeping over at their friend’s house for the night. He knew the second there would be trouble he would be there. Plus, Ururu and Jinta were extremely strong— literally. However no matter how much he reminded the devoted cashier these facts he continued to worry, and continued to pace. After several hours of Kisuke basically presenting to him why they would be okay and how they would know to respond to danger only then did Tessai sleep.Kisuke, himself, was sleeping simultaneously as Tessai snored off in his own room. Well— he was more half-sleeping, adopting the worry the cashier once had like a disease that was transmitted through the air. At least he’s not stomping around and keeping everyone awake. However, as much as Kisuke wanted to be in dreamland, it was good that he was half sleeping and able to quietly and quickly react to the sound of someone entering.
It took less than a second for him to be down the stairs, his symbolic hat stuck on a nest of brush-neglected strands, and near the intruder who had walked into his shop. Shit, did he forget to lock the door? Damn, better not to tell Tessai, considering he would never trust Kisuke with the keys ever again. Grey eyes met with the—child?’s—own eerie ones, a smile offered to her before finally speaking.
”You look lost~”
█{{✰}}██ “…” Just a nod, that’s all she did given she’s not exactly the talkative type knowing the truth of the matter. She didn’t exactly know where she is being a main part of this, that’s part of why wandering aimlessly can end rather… poorly if one loses track of just where they are at this point. She’s lost, quite frankly tired, and wouldn’t argue if he wished for her to leave given it’s her trespassing on his property at this point. If told to leave, she would leave, she’d leave instead of just stand there as if a statute anyways. The real question is did she walk in at a bad time? Seemed like it, it’s late and everyone else seemed to be asleep for the evening at this point whereas she had yet to really bother entering dreamland as perusal of the shooter.
She can go a lengthy period of time without rest here more than she could back at home, given unlike the human world she had to fight constantly for her survival. It’s what made it all the more pleasant, however much she would reluctantly admit to being homesick regardless of the sights and scenery that she’s caught from simply wandering; a pity that she wouldn’t be able to understand it completely but given time that would change. It already seemed to be having an effect given she wasn’t as confused as she to be in this world, at this point however, she’s genuinely curious about this.
Shops were normal yes, like this never was the case for her when going about to take in the city or town she happened to be in. It looked… older to her, a lot more older than she had expected knowing most areas were destroyed. No shops, normal people, or remotely anything that could be found as being intact. “…” Shouldn’t she say something? Maybe, but getting her to talk is the hardest part.
(Source: pugnatori)
█{{✰}}██ “…” For once the shooter had wandered into new territory, another city and this time it was far more… different than the others had been. Souls, multiple, she can sense them just as she had in Hazama with her role to purify to fallen and aid them to be cleansed by her blade depending on the malicious intent against those of whom that tried to take her head from betwixt her shoulders or whatever form of violence they could think of. A sensation that she didn’t want to remotely be around with memory of what it can bring; the dead had tried to kill her before occasionally as dead as she is on par with living, marking her as a contradiction to this system. A dead doll in the form of life which may be considered laughable only to fade shortly from thought, now isn’t the time for her to start on that route upon idly catching something.
Was that a candy shop? She must have wandered a little too aimlessly this time if she did not recognize the area, much less know how to get back to the road. Oh well, she’d find her way after sating what curiosity she held of this place with star printed heels tapping quietly against concrete then wood whilst peering inside to see if someone is there, or rather, resided there by how it appeared on the outside.
