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█ ▌ ❛  how’s my portrayal —— a. accepting / ◜ @choushira ◝

🦋 @choushira  /  shinobu : ‘ do you think there’s such a thing as ‘too much’ red? because it seems to me that red is the only color you know. maybe try purple for a change. ‘

       𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐃 ? A placid smile made its way to the seemingly young lord’s features, arms crossed against a -- indeed -- red chest.

❝  Is there such a thing as the infamous Purple Rain Sought Flower ? How would the people know what that is, a purple rain ? Red as a color is synonymous with so many more meanings. The hidden meaning of blood or commitment. Likewise, if I am full of the color red’s meaning, no one would second guess my intention upon looking at me.  ❞

    The walk near the Butterfly Manor is pleasant enough but Sayo's energy bubbles from her like a steady rainfall, one that threatens to turn to a storm. It shows in each step and the way she bounces forward, barely letting her heel touch the ground before she's already moving to the next. She does not pause to consider what Shinobu has said.

    Sayo's head swivels, strands of blonde lashing against the wind. One way, then the other.

        ( The changing of leaves means the coming of snow and bitter colds. An inconvenience for traveling. She makes a list of the things she will inevitably need to purchase; last years warm clothes are too tattered. )

    “ Persimmons are gonna be in season soon. You ever had a persimmon? Where I'm from, it's really common to dry 'em for a couple weeks and then eat 'em. You gotta massage them every day. ”   She makes emphasis of this, hands kneading the air.   “ Ev-er-y day! ”

    A breath slips out from between her lips in a hiss. Sayo drops her arm, other hand moving to a wrapped shoulder.

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he’s suspicious at first, as he would be with most ( with one obvious exception ) of the other pillars. but he eyes the little sweater as it’s dropped into his palm and listens to her explanation. at the mention of KANROJI, fingers wrap around it to near immediately slip it onto his scaly companion. 

               ❛   oh !       —       i …   ❜               posture  slackens  into  something  more  relaxed  and  he  lowers  his  hands ,        off  his  guard  once  more .        the  woman  certainly  didn’t  seem  threatening  anymore ,        but  in  the  brief  moment  her  hand   had  brushed  against  its  shoulder  to  grab  his  attention  with  its  back  turned ,        akira  hadn’t  really  any  time  to  think  on  the  likelihood  of  this  tiny  woman  trying  to  jump  him  in  yongen  of  all  places .        reacting  so  suddenly        —       so  violently ;       it’s  a  defense  mechanism ,        it  supposes .        there’s  a  flash  of  an  apologetic  smile ,       hands  stuffed  into  the  pockets  of  his  jacket  where  they  can’t  hurt  anybody .              ❛   i’m  sorry …       you  startled  me .       i  don’t  think  we’ve  met  before …       you  need  something ?   ❜

█ ▌ ❛  unprompted —— always accepting / ◜ @choushira ◝

THREE WORDS / AC | @choushira

turquoise and yellow eyes immediately jerk over to kocho’s position. the serpent hashira had been keeping a vague assessment during their battle, but actually getting a good look at the extent of her injuries…. it wasn’t good. it takes iguro three leaps to get to where she was and mindfully ( though not exactly gently ) drape her arm around his own shoulders. 

shinobu has two hands. both for hitting twin rengokus.