[Not many people offered to share meals with Hayame. Especially in Horos, still a little bit true in Kenos. It’s something she knew… but not something she had a right to resent, even if a part of her did begrudge the shard-bearers around her for their closeness and ability to connect, the way she perceived herself as mostly misunderstood by the two-legged foreigners all around her who came from worlds so different than her own. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that… someone who seemed so obviously displeased and angry over her circumstances (all their circumstances) was not an ideal lunch companion, she knew she couldn’t do the foolish small talk or ladylike chatter because… what jinba who had been born into servitude knew how to talk? The master hadn’t wanted them to speak, she had stumbled time and time again outside of conversations about missions or duty alone, but-
Hayame still hated it. She could still hate it, even if she hated herself for wanting something so pointless and weak as companionship.
And this man… makes it easy, despite that he should perhaps be an ideological enemy. She hasn’t decided yet.]
… You make a good point.
[It would be foolish to part verbally and then physically continue the same path, or cause one of them to awkwardly take another route than the quickest one…
She has an excuse to accept, then. … and her lower stomach rumbles again, albeit quieter this time.]
Fine. We will… dine together.
[She has just enough coin left over from when she’d last debased herself to afford some food, and he hadn’t insulted her by insisting on paying or providing charity, so-
So. Despite how she makes it sound like barely not a burden to her, (unintentional this time, but a common enough occurrence), Hayame turns to begin walking away from the pool, expecting that the man will follow or lead. One of the two.]
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Hayame still hated it. She could still hate it, even if she hated herself for wanting something so pointless and weak as companionship.
And this man… makes it easy, despite that he should perhaps be an ideological enemy. She hasn’t decided yet.]
… You make a good point.
[It would be foolish to part verbally and then physically continue the same path, or cause one of them to awkwardly take another route than the quickest one…
She has an excuse to accept, then. … and her lower stomach rumbles again, albeit quieter this time.]
Fine. We will… dine together.
[She has just enough coin left over from when she’d last debased herself to afford some food, and he hadn’t insulted her by insisting on paying or providing charity, so-
So. Despite how she makes it sound like barely not a burden to her, (unintentional this time, but a common enough occurrence), Hayame turns to begin walking away from the pool, expecting that the man will follow or lead. One of the two.]