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It was worth asking a hundred questions about what type of squad and the people, Kuro knew. She needed to know what she is getting herself into. Questions are a number one priority!
It’s something like she had written on the back of her hand. Ikiya didn’t worry about if she was harming him with a lot of questions. To her, he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Meaning that he wasn’t being annoyed by her motor mouth. As she awaited more of her questions to be answered. Her eyes were forced to cover themselves by her hands.
Her hands were just shy away from her face. Warn someone while you are doing something, Idiot--That’s just gross
The scars he attempted to show, didn’t deliver a good response from Ikiya. It was quite obvious what type of reaction she would have, when it comes to scars and disturbing looking bruises on someone’s body. I don’t want to see your collection of scars you couldn’t even avoid.
She noticed how much of a beating this guy took. Maybe if they were even stronger, he’d have to be dead. Ikiya couldn’t picture herself in a situation where she would have to endure the pain.
She held her hands down a bit, until he started to mutter other names. That, Henrex guy sure is popular. I’ve heard some stories about him.
Her eyes would soon be lowered and appeared to be disappointed. They could just be exagrations, because those girls love to talk a storm about who’s the coolest and hottest.
Ikiya scoffed and listened to what more, Kuro had to say. “I’ve heard about their names, but they are just stories, until I see them for myself” She sounded like she didn’t appear to be impressed by their public image and how much it left, Kuro in stitches. She left it at that with a simple arm crossing below her chest. “But i’m ready to get this started, whenever you want to leave”