Truthfully Yoruichi wasnât sure what she thought of this man, a conflict within her that for once she couldnât resolve so easily. The way he fought was, to her, ugly. Bruteish and lacking the refined grace of her own style, seemingly more in line with âhit it until it diesâ than anything particularly artful. It made for an odd contrast between the pair, one that was not lost on Yoruichi.
His presence doesnât particularly disturb her, leg hanging from the branch sheâs reclined on out of the sun. There is a dull sigh, leaning to cast eyes down at him with a reticent quirk of a brow. âDonât you have people to bludgeon?â A teasing quip, one without much bite as she swings her foot idly.
âI canât say I expected to find anyone out here, let alone you. Which does beg the question of what youâre after~â Hopefully nothing too troublesome.
@predatorio
