A while? What are you talking about? We were together until a few days ago!
[And it's hard to believe it had even been that long. It had taken a while for their wounds to heal, his and Jin's. After that they had parted ways, and she started walking. She didn't even know where she was going, did she? It was probably a stupid move, really. Not having a plan. Even letting them go, too...but she couldn't stay there, and she needed a little time alone.
Now, however? So not alone. That laugh is irritating, especially when it seems like it's directed at her. Frowning, Fuu crosses her arms, defensively.]
Somehow it seems like I've managed to avoid more trouble than you, at least.
[...And then, like a self-fulfilling prophecy, the branch buckles with a crack!, sending her former bodyguard falling through the underbrush. Fuu gasps; these trees are fairly tall, and it's a long way down, even for this guy.]
Sheesh! Be more careful, would you? Are you alright? [She won't fuss over him, she knows he doesn't need it. But if he gives an answer, she won't be paying attention to it: she's staring at the large, dark shapes that seem to be...coming out of his back. When she speaks again, her voice is cautious and tentative, like she doesn't believe what she's seeing, like she's not sure she wants an answer to her question.] Mugen...what are those...?
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[And it's hard to believe it had even been that long. It had taken a while for their wounds to heal, his and Jin's. After that they had parted ways, and she started walking. She didn't even know where she was going, did she? It was probably a stupid move, really. Not having a plan. Even letting them go, too...but she couldn't stay there, and she needed a little time alone.
Now, however? So not alone. That laugh is irritating, especially when it seems like it's directed at her. Frowning, Fuu crosses her arms, defensively.]
Somehow it seems like I've managed to avoid more trouble than you, at least.
[...And then, like a self-fulfilling prophecy, the branch buckles with a crack!, sending her former bodyguard falling through the underbrush. Fuu gasps; these trees are fairly tall, and it's a long way down, even for this guy.]
Sheesh! Be more careful, would you? Are you alright? [She won't fuss over him, she knows he doesn't need it. But if he gives an answer, she won't be paying attention to it: she's staring at the large, dark shapes that seem to be...coming out of his back. When she speaks again, her voice is cautious and tentative, like she doesn't believe what she's seeing, like she's not sure she wants an answer to her question.] Mugen...what are those...?