[ He is chatty. Maybe this weirdo likes him or something?
Chongyun's gaze narrows with suspicion, but before they can make with any more of the shittalk, Natori speaks again. Respectful of his elder, Chongyun glances back with a short nod. Does he want to stop here? Not really. He'd like to spank Hizen with his blade for those comments about his spellcasting, but it's easy to talk himself out of it with the reminder that his Vision is working at minimum capacity and he hadn't even used any of his own spiritual energy.
Paper scatters and Chongyun understands that the spell is done. There is no need to linger aside from pride, which he can swallow for now. Pick and choose your battles. They aren't well matched, and the location isn't ideal for his style. The guy is right.
He does spare Hizen another look—one that clearly says this ain't over, punk—before taking a few steps back toward the other exorcist. ]
As you say, Master Natori.
[ Huff. Rather than be cranky about it, Chongyun pulls a popsicle out of his pack and chomps down onto it. Be calm, indulge no temper and fuel no quarrels ... silent mantras he tells himself to quell the fiery passion that naturally sparks inside. ]
no subject
Chongyun's gaze narrows with suspicion, but before they can make with any more of the shittalk, Natori speaks again. Respectful of his elder, Chongyun glances back with a short nod. Does he want to stop here? Not really. He'd like to spank Hizen with his blade for those comments about his spellcasting, but it's easy to talk himself out of it with the reminder that his Vision is working at minimum capacity and he hadn't even used any of his own spiritual energy.
Paper scatters and Chongyun understands that the spell is done. There is no need to linger aside from pride, which he can swallow for now. Pick and choose your battles. They aren't well matched, and the location isn't ideal for his style. The guy is right.
He does spare Hizen another look—one that clearly says this ain't over, punk—before taking a few steps back toward the other exorcist. ]
As you say, Master Natori.
[ Huff. Rather than be cranky about it, Chongyun pulls a popsicle out of his pack and chomps down onto it. Be calm, indulge no temper and fuel no quarrels ... silent mantras he tells himself to quell the fiery passion that naturally sparks inside. ]
I can pretend.