[ the feeling of fingers weaving between his is more foreign than the cold itch of a wound, the sensation of losing blood. but he tightens his fingers anyway as a signal that he'll follow wherever robin wants to lead — shou is a quick study, but robin likely knows the territory better than he does.

his expression is still mostly shaded by his hood and dark hair, but there's a slight downturn to his mouth, a grimace. ]

A café may not appreciate the way I look right now... [ what he wouldn't give to be able to stash his combat uniform in his watch again. ] But anywhere with less eyes will probably be fine.

[ even in the diamond-dusted tamamo territory where mizukume looms, shou knows that they're not among human company. blood in the water is blood in the water, especially for someone who made the first move. passing a glimpse around the crowded streets where they might just slip by and be lost among those chasing their desires, he lingers behind robin some as they walk. the injury is small, but its presence has put him on edge. ]

I'll trust wherever you lead.