#robin kazami

Toguro exhaled through his nose. Staggering slightly, he pushed himself up from where he’d been kneeling in the grass, and switched on his rifle’s safety mechanism. It wouldn’t do to fire it on accident.

His knees and ankles clicked as he reached his full height, making him wince, and he hobbled over to where his prey had collapsed. Upon inspection, he saw that the bullet had passed straight through, which was good, and that the poor little rabbit had died instantly. It was a small, rangy thing. Not much meat on the bones. Toguro felt his lips twisting into a frown. He’d have to shoot another one, then, if he wanted to feed the whole group. Neither Titus nor Bird ate much–and neither did Toguro himself, come to think of it–but one skinny bunny split between three people just wasn’t enough no matter how he looked at it.  

He knelt and began dressing the small animal. He was well-practiced and could do it quickly. It only made him gag a little bit anymore. 

Within minutes, he’d shot and cleaned a second rabbit–this one much meatier. “Nice,” he muttered to himself. “That should be enough.”

Tucking his pack against his side and shrugging his rifle onto his shoulder, he rose and turned back to camp. The sun had dragged itself free of the horizon at this point, and the morning dew was gone, long since evaporated.