... Well, way to make him feel dumb. So she was half Hisakawa, which just closed the book on that debacle that was the shark thing. But still, despite her delicate looks, despite her silky hair, how on earth was he just supposed to know that she was only half Tantetsu? He wasn’t one to make assumptions based on looks – ain’t no way she’d ever catch him assume someone’s damn ancestry based on hair color or something as dumb as that!
That only applied to the Okadas, after all! All them and their blondeness, by the gods…
"… Fuck, ‘kay, look, I ain’t one to assume shat,” he quickly tried to excuse himself with raised hands waving in front of himself, "Assumptions get da boot, after all. Been learnin’ dat plenty from ma ma and ma pa, so you good.” Yeah, sure, as if that’d clear the sheer idiocy that he must’ve emanated… idiot.
"So long as da customers are happeh, I guess…” Yeah, that whole thing was beyond his attention span – he was knees deep in isolated training in order to kick the shit out of his clansmen and prove them wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG! Okay?! Sorry for not reading about other clans and shit, damn! He wasn’t planning to become the Tsuchikage or anything, either way!
"…” Oh, she fucking enjoyed this… this… playing. Nah, yeah, she was playing around, and Sakuraba’s face was getting a little veiny. Red, long time ago, but also a little veiny. Like, damn, she really thought she had everything under control here? Why was that so hot?
"O-Of cous we not, d-d-d-d-d-*SLAP!*”
A loud slap could be heard coming from Sakuraba’s now bruised face, having slapped himself just when she turned forth to continue down the road. Hoping to have avoided her gaze at him, he’d shove his hands into his gi’s pockets, pout his lips and glare to the side, trying his best to avoid her spotting his bruised cheek. "… J-Juz call me Sakuraba-san. We teammates… iz not laik ya want me suddenly callin’ ya som’thin embarrassin’. Laik… iunno, lil’ gurl? Chickie? Honey-”
Oh wait, she was glaring at the map now. He did hold it up to keep track of their advance into the mine, but… having slapped himself, he maaaaaaaaaaaaaaay have lost track for a moment. Thankfully, she mentioned that they had reached a fork – pointing at the nearest fork that he could remember approaching on the map, he took notice of the two paths. Okay, dice roll- wait…
He slowly approached the first of the two tunnelways. The boy took his time investigating the entrance, the edges around the opening, the state of the stone that made the tunnel. He’d do the same with the other tunnelway… as if inspecting the very state of the soil…
…
"Maaaaaaaaaan, I ain’t got no Dōjutsu, can’t tell shat apart from these tunnels. Lez go right, Mitsu-kun-"
Wait, did he just call her-
"-SAN!!!”
…
"… *cough* Mhm. Ya weirdness is rubbin’ off on me…”
|