[ They might not talk all the time, but she always sees him around-- who else likes to roost in high places?
Ten minutes pass before Kyouko enters the hold and makes her way to the assassin, leaping from box-to-box mario-style toward her destination point. Ezio knows she's here, quiet as her steps may be; he probably also knows that there's an apple flying fast toward his head. Of course, that doesn't stop Kyouko from chucking it at him anyway. ]
Oi, old man.
[ Kyouko gives him a languid wave, before making that final jump to the spot beside him. Then she stands, hands in her pockets, giving him a bland look.
Because it wouldn't do to let Ezio know she's actually worried. ]
no subject
Ten minutes pass before Kyouko enters the hold and makes her way to the assassin, leaping from box-to-box mario-style toward her destination point. Ezio knows she's here, quiet as her steps may be; he probably also knows that there's an apple flying fast toward his head. Of course, that doesn't stop Kyouko from chucking it at him anyway. ]
Oi, old man.
[ Kyouko gives him a languid wave, before making that final jump to the spot beside him. Then she stands, hands in her pockets, giving him a bland look.
Because it wouldn't do to let Ezio know she's actually worried. ]