[ Yamanbagiri blinks down at her, eyeing the way her furry ears flick from atop her head. He's no stranger to cat ears, some swords even have hair that looks suspiciously like them, but this is a first.
Nevertheless, he responds accordingly: ]
You're right.
[ No protest. No defense. No argument. Only a simple acceptance that he's in the wrong for having failed to see her in his path. If anything, his tone suggests he's been deservedly chastised as he tugs the hood of his cloak down further over his eyes, further casting them into shadow. ]
I'm unused to so many.
[ It isn't quite a complete thought, but his sidelong glance toward the partying crowd suggests what he means. Outside of a battlefield, he hasn't been around a large group since before the saniwa's disappearance. ]
no subject
Nevertheless, he responds accordingly: ]
You're right.
[ No protest. No defense. No argument. Only a simple acceptance that he's in the wrong for having failed to see her in his path. If anything, his tone suggests he's been deservedly chastised as he tugs the hood of his cloak down further over his eyes, further casting them into shadow. ]
I'm unused to so many.
[ It isn't quite a complete thought, but his sidelong glance toward the partying crowd suggests what he means. Outside of a battlefield, he hasn't been around a large group since before the saniwa's disappearance. ]