@ChisokuKogeki She followed along, palm of her hand now resting against her chin, as if she were absorbed into deep thought for such a question…
“I’m not too certain myself.
Something at night? An empty district of some sort?”
A singular tap against @ChisokuKogeki’s shoulder, the origin of which being the hilt of a certain Manslayer’s blade, removed from her body waist.
She… Apparently couldn’t even be bothered to get close enough to use her hand.
Or perhaps it wasn’t a matter of distance, but —
@ChisokuKogeki “. . .”
Bickering back and forth seemed like a waste of breath to her, so she held her tongue.
Once they had arrived, she decided to continue staying behind Okita, allowing the Saber to open the door instead.
Perhaps she was wary of backstabs?
@ChisokuKogeki “Hm?
Manners? For one of you? I’ll pass.”
But she reached an agreement with Okita regardless, so this is fine.
She’ll follow along, sheath returning to its place upon her waistline.
@ChisokuKogeki A click of her tongue, visibly… Irritated by the response, and yet she decided it wouldn’t be worth pursuing.
She sighed. The original topic at hand was more important.
“I don’t want to get rusty while I sit around and do nothing.
Duel me. We can use the Sim Room.”