moved

Fingers slid into the newly bloomed flower as to pluck out young seeds, one by one. He'd been waiting for a few days to obtain them, though he would have preferred they'd be ready sooner. Work kept his hands tied deftly behind his back in the sense of business, leaving little to no time to serve the plants before him, so they could serve him. Keeping up appearances in high maintenance situations was always his strong suit, but it never became easier. 

A quiet sigh tempted it's way to his lips, yet Kurama wouldn't let it free. This was what he had chosen, and as he plucked a few more seeds, his mood threatened to tip over. The wooden box holding the seeds make him think of symbolism he'd rather not compare, and letting his new weapons fall into their respective places within the box until needed had him uncomfortable. 

"In my earlier days of thieving, when I first began, it wasn’t uncommon to be chased. Some merchants would go surprisingly far." He withheld a bitter smile, continuing.

"Well enough, though it seems university and work together has proved time consuming."