#thieftimed

                   “ Good evening, Ashura. “

           He offers the older man a light smile, hands clasped behind his back. Suzukaze was on his way towards the mess hall in an attempt to make dinner for his brother and himself, but he figured he should stop to say hello to the other male. They don’t talk very often, and even if Suzukaze is a shinobi, he likes to know the people of the army and their interests.

RUBY eyes narrowed at the newest recruit. While she wasn’t fond of most people in the army, she definitely didn’t like Ashura. So what does Corrin decide to do? Put them on cooking duty together. 

◣ ♰ ◥               IT WAS surprisingly awkward having to sit next to anybody in the mess hall. They weren’t GENEROUS and some usually took their own tables. She WOULD’VE done the same, had she not been ORDERED to interact with people. Apparently there were SOME who found her to be strange, dangerous even. They most certainly WEREN’T wrong, but she didn’t like to be reminded of what she’d done. Even if they had NO idea about it.

                        Musing about her past was NOT something she should be doing. Usually when she THOUGHT about it, her face became DARK and twisted, making her more unapproachable than before. For now she HAD to find a table she could sit at that wouldn’t BREAK her comfort zone, but also would COUNT as socializing. Perhaps with one of the NEWER members. . .

          ➸ &&. « ...you there. »

        takumi, normally, would urge himself onward to be more suspicious and interrogative of new recruits--especially ones that hailed from nohr--but, as far as he could tell, this man had earned his brother’s respect. that was enough to at least restrain himself from being...too questioning. however, parts of his brief explanation that was presented to ryoma had been confusing to him; specifically so in how his relationship with hoshido had become so distant. 

“ At least, you’re an honest thief I give you that     though give me one good reason why I shouldn’t execute you where you stand? ”

      This man had wolfskin hair, but no features. Not even his scent ( that Flannel had to sneak over to get ) wasn’t of his brethren. So why did he have their signature hair? He was just going to sit there and stare across the table at the other man until some answer popped up.