teach me sensei

Chimera hadn't been expecting any calls today. He didn't expect calls any day. It was well known in Ashen that he was unsavory, outspoken, and many more negative connotations. Not that he cared. Chimera was, and always would be, one who hated bullshit. He refused to sensor himself for anyone. This affected his interpersonal relationships, which also suited him just fine. The smaller his circle, the better.

The cool autumn weather colliding with the warmth of the sea water brought mist rising up from beneath the bridge, swathing it in a curtain of trailing tendrils. As such, Chimera couldn't see who waited on the other side. He hadn't recognize the call because he simply didn't interact with others enough to learn all of their voices. He hadn't been expecting to see Shuriken standing on the other side.

Chimera's giant frame parted the mist and he stepped down off of the bridge and onto the sand. The brute's pale pink eye rested on the ever growing child and one brow lifted. "Shuriken," he greeted simply. Surely she would tell him what she wanted.

"Chimera"