catching up

Hanako knew killing was inherently wrong, that it wasn't something she should be cool with but...it still felt like such an abstract notion to her. So far removed from her cushy life that it felt as though it was impossible to get worked up over it. She knew what sort of man Azure was, liked it about him, but would she ever wanna see him disembowel someone in front of her? Not really, no.

"I don't really mind, to be honest."  How blasé she was about life and death really didn't paint her in the best of lights. Oh well. But he was smart to bring up a gift and Hanako was quick to latch onto it, tip her head in thought as she considered the idea of having a slave of her own. Not unholy unlike her own beginnings here, if not for the path she'd swerved onto out of skill alone.  "Hmm, depends how well bred we're talking. She isn't prettier than me, right?"

And okay, maybe she was laying it on a little thick, but she made a point of easing the request with a pleased swish of her fluffy tail. Followed swiftly by a nuzzle to the underside of his chin.

Was this really all he had to say though? Didn't warrant getting angry over, as far as Hanako could tell so far. She tipped her head up to look at him then, pale eyes roving the rugged edges of his features, the tattered ends of his ears.