Bravery & Strength

Was he salty over the eyeball?  A little.  But hey!  This guy had some too, so that was all good, it all works out.

“You make it sound as if I should enjoy this,” He flips open his briefcase and pulls out his quinque, heart pounding. His voice is stern, but his thoughts say please don’t take my eyeballs, please don’t take my eyeballs, please don’t take my eyeballs.

    ❝ but you made these ones, right—? ❞

“Well, yes. I did make them.” He nodded, “But materials cost money, and I don’t think they make flame-resistant yarn. So perhaps Suzuya-senpai should be careful.”

Honeysuckle for devotion

“Hm?” She glances down at the sleeve of her jacket- sure enough, like Hanbee says there’s a small tear in it that she hadn’t noticed before. “Oh… It must’ve gotten caught on something… You can sew, Hanbee?” She asks, glancing up at him.

“Yes, of course I can.” He nodded, as if the skill weren’t uncommon. “I patch things up for Suzuya-senpai quite frequently. It’s a very useful skill in my squad. In fact--!” He rummaged around in his bag, producing a small portable sewing kit, “I keep this with me at all times!”

“Of course I don’t! I’m kidding, don’t worry, man. But uh, that was quite the hit. Be sure to watch your step next time.”

“Yes, of course!” He agreed, picking up his brief case and feeling the weight of the quinque inside, “I was on my way to work, but if you’d like I can buy you a drink for your trouble! They sell some bottled juices and coffees in the back! A gentleman should at least make the effort to apologize for these things.”

  juuzou twists his way out of his chair to head over towards the stove all the same. 

“I’m afraid you would have to spend much more money on pot holders than I did in order to have them actually be flame-proof...”

“Well, buddy, m’pal, if you can’t tell it’s a real actual eyeball, maybe you oughta take your dumb Garfield ass out of here and I’ll be tempted to let you live.”

“By all of the cursed fates in the heave--” He sighed and pulled out his quinque briefcase. “I don’t--” He didn’t even know where to start with all of this. He really didn’t.

“Hm?” She glances down at the sleeve of her jacket- sure enough, like Hanbee says there’s a small tear in it that she hadn’t noticed before. “Oh… It must’ve gotten caught on something… You can sew, Hanbee?” She asks, glancing up at him.

“Ah...you seem so surprised by this,” He noted, furrowing his eyebrows as he moved his gaze from the tear to her face. “I didn’t always know how to sew. I learned. Boss Suzuya got tears quite often. I’ve gotten very good.”

    ❝ yes. is that bad— you are making the face of things being bad. ❞

“W-well,” He began, fidgeting, “It’s bad insofar that the potholders are...very flammable...”

“What?  Some of us like having food to eat later.  You take home your Denny’s harshbrowns, don’t you?”

“Th-that’s very old Halloween candy...” He theorized weakly.

She adjusts the bag on her shoulder and turns away, her nose in the air. It’s more to mess with him than anything, to get him back for not looking where he was going; she isn’t hurt in the slightest.

“Surely you don’t mean that...” He hesitated, taking a couple of steps after her. She seemed fine. She was just messing with him, right? Yeah, right. Of course...