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“Yes.” He answered simply (and, not to mention, vaguely). She’s not quite as alarming as that other one — psychic energies and waves are too disconcerting when they have legitimate secrets to hide. Hanajima’s abilities are just as nonsensical as the zodiac curse. But Uotani…she’s candid and course with every word from her mouth. There was a wonder of if she knew just how right she was. 

“Bold of you to assume she has a name. Or he. Or whomever you desire a being to be. ” It’s easy to play the ambiguous fool, a touch of aloofness assisting in combating Saki’s ghostly suspicions and speculations. Of course, if he’s not careful, his quick tongue could get him into trouble. 

There’s a weight to Ayame’s words that threw the God. The older Sohma was, if anything, enigmatic. Akito could never place a hold on the snake, one of the more fleeting of his cursed zodiac. There was a quality to his overindulgent and rambunctious words where they hardly seemed to hold any rhyme or reason. So such a phrase to come from Ayame’s mouth, of all people — he would have expected it sooner from Shigure. A venom-less snake could still bite.

He could bite back, nip like a hurt, defensive child who can only dish cruelties and criticisms back out because he was unable to hold onto them. But a better part of him decided to hold back. Sit, listen, and indulge his current guest. Especially since it was such a rare occasion. 

“Ayame. It’s not often you come to see me with such earnest words.” More accurately, it wasn’t very often the snake sought him out at all.