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       A SOUR LOOK crosses his features; of all times, it’s such a time where he wasn’t particularly fond of being disturbed. Lips pursed into a frown, Shiki waves his hand dismissively at the girl, almost as if he was trying to shoo a fly that simply couldn’t be killed due to it being a tad too fast. “Sorry, not in the mood,” he mutters. “Try me some other time, girly.”

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Just who was this girl? And why was she giving her such an intense glare? You would think that Rem had slighted her somehow, insulted her family name, broken her wagon, crushed her fingers, but no - this woman does not strike any sense of familiarity within her... yet she stares at her as if she’s some kind of enemy.

If push comes to shove, she’d defend herself. But there’s no point in being hostile when she’s the only one glaring.

A hand came out from the dark depths of the other’s shadow, successfully anchoring the other’s arm from moving forth with their attack. The assassin, of course, isn’t a strong servant. His skills paled in comparison to other servants that were available- but he had to admit, he can be quite sneaky like a proper assassin. 

He stood there, never moving an inch as he observes the other. Eyebrow raised, but all the more watchful on what the other would do to overcome this unfortunate struggle. 

Caring for Stubborn Muses || @huntersfire​ || Not Accepting

“...Fine.” He held his arm out to her to let her bandage him up. He was stubborn, but even he wasn’t so stubborn as to be detrimental to his own health. At least not when he could help it anyway.

Blood dripped from his forehead, his arm was pretty banged up, and his wounds were telling of how bad things got. A Fight against an Oni was no joke, he knew that now. Even one that wasn’t Shuten was still a threat to be reckoned with. It made one have to wonder why he returned to Ooeyama to begin with.

If not for this Demon Hunter, he’d probably be dead by now. So he was going to give her Some slack, with letting her take care of his wounds. But only dressing his wounds, that was as far as his pride would allow.

“The entire truth?” Repeating the accusation, Rin near laughed at the foolishness of it. How laughable, believing she would have to tell everything, that she would have to consider the other woman her equal, her partner. She had only recruited Asahi to have someone watching her back.

“I have given you everything needed, what makes you believe I should give you more than that?” She was not here to form a long lasting partnership. “Surely you did not have any misguided beliefs about the situation here. You are in no position to demand anything more.” Really, the severity of the mission, the secrecy of the partner seeking should have told more than enough.