Yes. [ he confirms the observation casually, pausing his circling steps, ] I’m a daemon. A Yaksha, if you’re familiar.
[ A difficult man to read. Rokurou decides this after a long moment of plainly studying Suguru’s face, estimation based on familiarity’s itch. But this estimation is not enough to satiate his appetite—when it comes to someone powerful, he cannot deny the hunger for more. Knowledge, time, attention. It would feel good to monopolize someone like this.
In some ways he has been blessed with coming to the city; what more can a man like him ask for than the chance to find opponents stronger than him? He may not be able to devour this Getou Suguru now, but he will. Train harder. That’s all he has to do. It does not matter if it takes five years, ten years, or thirty years.
Since it does not look like Getou is going to offer showing him a place, Rokurou purses his lips furrows his brow. The picture of a cute, aggrieved junior. ]
C‘mon, you won’t show me someplace? You’re my senior, [ see, not uncle—not that he expects the age difference between them is significant, ] don’t keep quiet on where the good drinks are. Or better, if you know where to get candied sweet potatoes.
[ He smiles, generous laugh lines at the corner of his human eye creasing. The friendliness of a golden retriever to hide his wolf face and tail. ]
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[ A difficult man to read. Rokurou decides this after a long moment of plainly studying Suguru’s face, estimation based on familiarity’s itch. But this estimation is not enough to satiate his appetite—when it comes to someone powerful, he cannot deny the hunger for more. Knowledge, time, attention. It would feel good to monopolize someone like this.
In some ways he has been blessed with coming to the city; what more can a man like him ask for than the chance to find opponents stronger than him? He may not be able to devour this Getou Suguru now, but he will. Train harder. That’s all he has to do. It does not matter if it takes five years, ten years, or thirty years.
Since it does not look like Getou is going to offer showing him a place, Rokurou purses his lips furrows his brow. The picture of a cute, aggrieved junior. ]
C‘mon, you won’t show me someplace? You’re my senior, [ see, not uncle—not that he expects the age difference between them is significant, ] don’t keep quiet on where the good drinks are. Or better, if you know where to get candied sweet potatoes.
[ He smiles, generous laugh lines at the corner of his human eye creasing. The friendliness of a golden retriever to hide his wolf face and tail. ]