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After letting out a smooth chuckle, Jin smirks and replies to Kaede with, "oh Humans, always so touchy with their problems, their trauma, it's adorable, really, especially with you, mister Shikabane."

Not that Jin was foreign to the concept of emotional trauma himself, he and his people had experienced their fair share of anguish throughout the years, and 'trauma' ultimately drove a lot of what Jin did; what was a quest for 'vengeance' if not something inherently emotional at its core?

That said, Jin liked to think he was above the typical outbursts, dramatics, or 'visceral' reactions (like Kaede mentioned) that one typically saw with Humans.

"However, you're at liberty to feel as you do and not discuss the matter, I understand completely."

After all, Jin hadn't come here to probe Kaede's life and pry into whatever tragic history may have laid behind them… he wouldn't have minded hearing about it, but that wasn't his goal.

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Caprice divided into zestful strings to fasten the shiro first trying to read through hazards and bends by process of nonverbal communication and then through gestures and movements. Kaede caught him only a step away from the vehicle prepared to escort him to the location of detected trouble. He was frank about his corporeal appetites so desire to savor burns undaunted within his bosom as it does within any young man looking at a gift from far away. His eyes are bright, they burn, they glitter, and words tumble from him in an excited torrent. The question still remains hanging upon tip of tongue with other's additional commentary it eventually ended brushed off. A dulcet notes displaying his humanity and not divinity.

The box is presented ...

Such mellifluent offering, he accepts and takes it with a grin, '' Am I not even allowed to ask how was your tipping ( nor what did I do to deserve it ) ? Tsch, but thanks, anyway. I'll try again when I'm then you'll have but no choice to enlighten me about your adventures. ''

SPOILER for scenario later:

That was.. unexpected.

The initial desire to act like a horrible bitch right back fluttered away as she blinked at the back of his head.

"I'm not asking for you to tell me what it is. Or to carry your burden." They most certainly weren't close enough for either of those things to happen, and maybe she wasn't entirely sure what she even meant by bringing it up. Mayumi didn't particularly care for Kaede, but she did respect him as a person, which wasn't the case for most other people. She watched him for a moment, the tension draw his shoulders together, the weight shifting from foot to foot.

"You just seem incredibly....tasty...."

Uraume glances at Kaede's thighs once more. Their desire to carve and butcher the other never leaves them.

Kaede's voice was far from forgotten. The way Kaede's tongue cradled Yura's name, a prized possession meant to be tenderly protected from any offense, remained burned into his very soul. His wife, Viktoria, had never achieved the fluttering affection Kaede offered when she cooed for his attention. When she sweetly spoke Yura's name, the vacuum left by Kaede's absence tormented him. A painful reminder of the one and only person who truly understood him, who empathized with him, who grew to accept all his demons and virtues - was never to return. Kaede's disappearance left an overwhelming ache in his heart he couldn't shake off. His limbs were heavy, and looming agony burned within his lungs on the day to day. Responsibilities transformed into nothing more than hurdles for him to overcome, and the change on his demeanor would have caught Viktoria's careful attention either eventually. He never held contempt for Kaede's abandonment. Yura understood the reasons. He only prayed for Kaede's return.

Lunch was to begin in 10 minutes, and they had not entered the chow hall. The Jujutsu student suddenly stops two steps in font of Kaede. He remains still, quiet, and lost in his thoughts. Eyebrows crease together as eyes fixate at a random object in their path. Hands stay in his pockets as seconds pass. Shoulders curl inward as he slumps forward, blocking anyone from further interaction.

The plethora of jokes made by his peers came flooding into his thoughts. The pit of his stomach churns. The onslaught of undesired statements made in jest triggers a growing discomfort. The bile in his stomach bubbles. "Swallowing orbs? Isn't that fucking gay?.....Ooo~! Geto you guzzle balls as your cursed technique? What else are you guzzling on your spare time?....Sphere? Why not just say that you're a ball gobbler? Isn't that more interesting?.... Eyy Are you Suguru Geto? Show me what that throat do~!"

"Yes, I suppose you're right," he sighs, with a tone of resignation in his voice. "I usually say I swallow curse spirits, but when they ask how, there is no way to articulate is without sounding; suggestive." Geto straightens his back and turns to face his peer.

His sharp gaze sparkled at the invitation of something more for his treasures and trinkets. Without prior knowledge of object names or even what this place had to offer his needs for a nesting ground - the red winged beast fluttered the Vermillion hue before he moved to stand and hop closer to his human companion.

An excited avian move, that was for sure, as his tail swayed and wagged in sharp smacks against the tree with no intentions of true harm. Instead, talons flexed into mud and grass blades flattened under foot before his lips part with cheer. "Things that burn well but without flame. Smouldering goods for my nesting. My eggs need heat and lots of it, but not an open flame."

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