He's getting tired of the idea that his presence here accounts for an infinite decimal in the comparative whole of the Kenosians present. Spine straightening into something primal upon a sense of power and potential threat, no matter how lackadaisical it seems. Mamoru's focus hones in on the person stumbled upon his feet, glass and complaints and all, and his jaw sets. He's awed, really.
And yet, he's getting tired of keeping track of how many interesting people to fight with are in this place.
Still, he pulls Vash up, and steps into the store through the door, the doorbell ringing, the Blighted citizen wanting to speak to the manager's manager, now.] Sorry, I'd like to return something. [He grins, jerking his thumb at the blond behind him.]
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He's getting tired of the idea that his presence here accounts for an infinite decimal in the comparative whole of the Kenosians present. Spine straightening into something primal upon a sense of power and potential threat, no matter how lackadaisical it seems. Mamoru's focus hones in on the person stumbled upon his feet, glass and complaints and all, and his jaw sets. He's awed, really.
And yet, he's getting tired of keeping track of how many interesting people to fight with are in this place.
Still, he pulls Vash up, and steps into the store through the door, the doorbell ringing, the Blighted citizen wanting to speak to the manager's manager, now.] Sorry, I'd like to return something. [He grins, jerking his thumb at the blond behind him.]