Desperado
Defender
01-29-2021, 11:22 AM
The sudden crazy beating of his heart after talking about Mortis was unexpected and only fueled the confusion deep down. Hikaru didn’t doubt his friendship with Mortis for a minute, what he did feel confused about was all the other feelings. He was slowly coming around to the idea, but his inner workings still refused to acknowledge them. Mostly out of fear of the danger they might do to the friendship they were building.
Raijin didn’t press him very hard, a relief to the young koi. Finding Mortis had been lucky in more ways than one, and that fact didn’t help his bashful blush any. His steely gaze lingered on pale paws as Raijin went on, warning him and giving advice. He could reinvent himself here, Hikaru felt like he could become his true self, unlike the shell he’d been in Nippon. Here he didn’t have to make himself fit into the mold. He wouldn’t get his face shoved in the dirt as he was reminded again and again how he needed to contort and comply with the life he was born in.
"You’re right, I won’t." Hikaru assured him, certain that he would find his place. For so long he’d dreamed of claiming his shinobi title, but now that he was here he realized there was so much more that life could offer. He could explore his crafting ways, but also keep himself in fighting condition. "Everything is so different here..." He trailed off as though overwhelmed by the thought. "But I’ve never felt more like.. myself." He was telling Raijin as much as himself as he fully embraced the fact.
"Speech"
