"Tch." Kanda would say something else to that, but decides to just leave it be. The less they argue, the more likely this shelter remains standing at day break. And what the hell Tyki, did you stalk him through that red light district or something? 8|
Too bad for you then that he's incredibly difficult to kill, even without his healing. He's spent his entire life doing nothing but fighting, there pretty much was nothing else for him. Go on, keep sneaking behind him while he's "fiddling" with his sticks and papers. He's silently grabbing hold of the sharpest stick he has, just in case Tyki actually does attack him from behind. Beyond that, yeah, everything else needed adjusting. While he was used to traveling, he wasn't used to improvised traveling to this degree. Hell, his runaway gig with Johnny was the most 'informal' he's ever had to be - even then, he still had a warm roof over his head.
He's tensing more when he hears that click and rattle, gripping the stick more like a blade before turning around. Yeah, totally about to stab you with a stick as he's looking down at what had hit him in the head. There's a cautious hand moving down to the box of matches, letting his fingers run over it. "Why should I believe that these are what you say they are."
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Too bad for you then that he's incredibly difficult to kill, even without his healing. He's spent his entire life doing nothing but fighting, there pretty much was nothing else for him. Go on, keep sneaking behind him while he's "fiddling" with his sticks and papers. He's silently grabbing hold of the sharpest stick he has, just in case Tyki actually does attack him from behind. Beyond that, yeah, everything else needed adjusting. While he was used to traveling, he wasn't used to improvised traveling to this degree. Hell, his runaway gig with Johnny was the most 'informal' he's ever had to be - even then, he still had a warm roof over his head.
He's tensing more when he hears that click and rattle, gripping the stick more like a blade before turning around. Yeah, totally about to stab you with a stick as he's looking down at what had hit him in the head. There's a cautious hand moving down to the box of matches, letting his fingers run over it. "Why should I believe that these are what you say they are."