Had she known the yellow-clad individual would speak towards she, the captain surely would have been paying attention. However, absentminded and staring off in the distance, one barely catches such an innocent question. Lips twist, morphing into that of a smirk as shoulders give a nonchalant shrug.
Once acknowledged, the slender form releases herself and lands quietly and rather quickly upon ground. Grip is loosened around the weapon, as it spins leisurely around a single digit. There was no intention of striking the woman without reason to. She had bordered her Lord’s territory and must be questioned,
that was all.
❝You’ve come awfully close to the land of Echigo. What business have you?❞
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Dog of Echigo, then?
One had heard the War God used Shinobi.
Lips twist upwards in that of a tantalizing grin, hands slipping downwards to rest upon clothed hips. Waist gives a slight tilt to the right, brow quirking ever slightly. ❝I’m but a weary traveler, searchin’ t’ replenish m’ supplies.❞
A subtle appearance from within the trees as she dangles on a branch in back of the stranger. Kunai rests in hand.
❝Who are you?❞
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There is no shock upon scarred visage, no sign of being caught off-guard. Lashes don’t even bother to flutter as honey hues glance upwards towards the blonde who grips weapon. ❝Is it not rude t’ not introduce yer'self first?❞
( fingers raked through orange locks to ensure no bits of cantaloupe remained, and a brow quirked subsequently - still a bit soured from the comment on his hair. truly, no matter how many times people bring it up and how used to it he was by now, most days it doesn’t bother him any less than it did back in elementary school. )
“So, you came over here just to bug me about my hair and tell me about cantaloupes?”
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There’s no waver of emotion; no sign of joking upon a scarred visage. When she responds, the pirate is being fully honest and such is obvious upon her countenance.
❝Exactly.❞ Response comes in light hearted tune, cranium cocking to the left. ❝Is that strange of me t’ do? I was under the impression there ’re much nosier people than me.❞ With smile etched upon visage, the woman straightens. ❝Wan’ some cantaloupe?❞
“… So you walk around carrying cantaloupe pieces or what, because that’s all kinds of weird.”
( and the aforementioned fruit is swiped off his head. )
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❝Nah. I just peeled some cantaloupe fer’ some kids. Cantaloupe skin has some uses, y'see? So I kept it.❞
Said fruit skin is plucked forth betwixt calloused digits, dirt brushed off the green and yellow item before it’s tucked neatly in the pockets of one’s haori.
