moon at twilight, a cluster of petals

Hattori blinked slowly. Unsure what to make of the tail end of that exchange. She had sought him out and he'd given his thoughts, aired them in a polite enough way. Yet the way she was slinking off made it seem as though he'd snubbed her, refused to even listen or take a moment to care for her concerns. He arched a pale brow, perhaps she was used to men fawning over her, being the centre of attention. He supposed Tojo would be a change of pace for her then, a new environment to settle into but he imagined she'd get used to it in time. Thus far he'd received no complaints, not from anyone within Tojo anyway.

He didn't offer a farewell in return, simply watched as the pale of her form faded into the shadows cast by the bamboo. What a strange woman, he thought.