[And at an even pace behind Tamamori, who had once been tailing after and now had rushed ahead, was a dark storm cloud.]
[While his expression was impassive as ever, Matoba did not exude his usual state of perpetual amusement. The clamor of voices ahead of them had already put him on guard- the last thing he wanted to deal with right now was Tama’s overprotective handmaids. Two of them, he reminds himself.]
[The dark left sleeve of his haori and kimono hid some of the mess, tattered as they were on inspection, but the bright orange apron Tama had given him to wrap over it showed the bloodsoak much better. His right hand clasps over it to keep it in place, red-stained and white-knuckled.]
[As he approaches, and attempts to simply pass without comment, his narrowed eye slides over Minakami’s distress, and then Kawase’s angry glint of faded blue, and finally off towards the clinic again.]
[Interesting.] Deal with them, [A blunted comment towards Tama, as he passes towards the clinic entrance.]
[extremely Matoba voice??] OUTTA MY WAY BOYFRIENDS
[While his expression was impassive as ever, Matoba did not exude his usual state of perpetual amusement. The clamor of voices ahead of them had already put him on guard- the last thing he wanted to deal with right now was Tama’s overprotective handmaids. Two of them, he reminds himself.]
[The dark left sleeve of his haori and kimono hid some of the mess, tattered as they were on inspection, but the bright orange apron Tama had given him to wrap over it showed the bloodsoak much better. His right hand clasps over it to keep it in place, red-stained and white-knuckled.]
[As he approaches, and attempts to simply pass without comment, his narrowed eye slides over Minakami’s distress, and then Kawase’s angry glint of faded blue, and finally off towards the clinic again.]
[Interesting.] Deal with them, [A blunted comment towards Tama, as he passes towards the clinic entrance.]