#sarafmxveth

It was pretty unanimous that it was unbearably HOT outside; there was nothing to disagree on the matter. The humidity felt like a layer of honey coating his entire body as he walked, and this pestering bee certainly wasn’t helping with the rising temperatures, either. Constantly swatting it off in a pitiful attempt to deter it, Date was quick to learn that his endeavors were turning out fruitless. Each time he swatted it away, it would just keep coming back to hover near him-- undoubtedly, this was nerve wracking; especially when an occasional buzz would sound right beside his ear. Bees were, without a doubt, pesky ASSHOLES.

With an irritated groan sounding from his throat, it appeared that with his next few actions, that his impulsiveness had gotten the better of him.

❝ AAAAAAAUGH ! ! !                                         PISS OFF, DAMN IT ! ! !    ❞

Drawing his blade, he abruptly swung it in the direction of the incessant buzzing; however, he immediately halted his movements-- right in front of some guy’s face. Holy shit. Granted, the bee was cut in the process, but now he had to deal with THIS mess. If he wasn’t on his own, he would probably be getting scolded for his rashness-- hell, he could already hear the yelling spewing from Kojuro’s mouth. Anyway, back to the potential disaster. Sheathing his sword, he sheepishly scratched at the back of his head and grinned as a red hue scoped out the obvious features of the guy he almost took out. Green eyes… Dark hair… Probably younger than he was. Should be easy to fool-- hopefully. Gesturing to the sliced in half bee on the ground with a jab of his thumb, he began speaking.

❝ Hah! Sorry about that-- I knew you were behind me the entire time, so there wasn't any danger. There isn’t anyone safer with a sword than Date Masamune! How cool was that, though?! ❞