[ rippler-phinks ] [x]
“Just this one time, kid.” he doesn’t particularly like including himself in this sort of childish debacles inside the troupe. Who in worsts times acts like over grown children.. Among all things that Phinks wouldn’t admitted out loud was helping the younger members of the troupe to harden their resolute but realising the little sidetracked notions made him clear his throat, convinced that he wasn’t patronizing himself over trivialities of him being soft of all things.
“What did you do to Feitan, anyway?” sure Feitan was a pain in a butt sometimes but hearing that he’s bullying kids and stealing fans was out of his ordinary routines. “God kid! You are making my head hurt, just ask dancho to get your fan if you can’t outrun him. He won’t say no if its Dancho’s order.” why would he suggest that? It’s like an old drill:Operation tell dancho and fix everything in one order.
“Thank you...!” Really, he couldn’t thank Phinks enough for agreeing to help him out of this situation he’d gotten himself into with the other Troupe member. He released his hold on Phinks’s sleeve, stepping away to give the older man some space.
What did he do to Feitan? Honestly, where did he even start to answer that question? “I drew on him with permanent marker once.” That was a good way to start; he counted the rest of his offenses off on his fingers. “Stole his umbrella, painted his nails, did his hair...I follow him around a lot, too. Maybe he’s tired of that?”
He thought on Phinks’s suggestion for a moment, but shook his head afterward. “I don’t want to bother Danchou. I barely know him.”
