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Bump into my muse
To say that
Kagura and him didn’t get along would be a false assumption made due
to one single obversation. A layer of respect had been existent
between the two sword wielder for a long time and they had
successfully held mutliple conversations in the past – and it was
of importance to note that not every single one of those conversations had been ones an
impersonal basis, either. A lack of respect or even dislike was an inaccurate
word to describe the bond they shared.
There had merely always lingered
something around them that… repeatedly caused them to clash. The
ensuing issue was never something too serious and nothing that ever
created true harm to any of the two parties, however.
Just like right now.
Upon feeling the not so subtle touch when Kagura walked past
him, Freed sent a glare towards her he didn’t attempt to conceal. Not
like she was currently looking back to perceive it anyway, but it was
the natural expression his facial features got tugged into in an instant. The woman
must have noted his previous reaction to what she’d said – and in
his book this very reaction had been entirely justified – and this
was her way of showing that she disapproved.
To be fair, part of him
had intended for her to see it and judging his successfulness by her
prior, pyhsical response then it was rated fairly high.
“Tchz,“
Freed emitted a huff, just loud enough for anybody near him to
perceive. “Couldn’t be any more obvious, now could you.“ His gaze
followed Kagura for a moment longer before he got back to his
previous task.
No, the ‘issues’ really were never something too serious, never something truly harmful… it would most likely be more accurate to say that it was both their challenging sides spurring one another on and it would be a statement filled with denial that those occasional clashes couldn’t be at least a little bit entertaining at times, depending on their nature.
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