āItās only a secret for as long as you remember to keep it.ā
That smell was fucking weird, and he didnāt like it. Sora, having returned to his dormitory to nap for a few hours and then ducked back out into the forest, had first encountered it upon returning. He supposed it might smell tasty, but heād lost his concept of most such things quite a while ago. Living with bare survival in mind could do that to a person, and heād never had much of a connoisseurās intuition anyway. Blood was blood, it was food, and he honestly didnāt even mind the fake stuff as long as it got the job done.
But even to him, there was something strange about it, and strange things tended to translate as suspicious things where he was concerned. Occupational hazard, maybe. Whatever the case, it didnāt feel right, and he trusted his gut feelings on the matter. The trail seemed to abruptly disappear, though, and he wondered if the person to whom it was attached had some power to that effect. Teleportation, maybe? Not unheard-of, but rather rare.
It probably didnāt matter. They didnāt smell like anyone heād ever encountered, which meant they werenāt on the List, so he properly shouldnāt give any damns whatsoever. Rolling his eyes to himself, he wondered if Sachiko was getting to his head after all, with this āhelping peopleā nonsense of hers, but dismissed the thought. He was just as heād always been, and that was how he needed to stay.
His attention was caught by the presence of an animal, or more specifically, Fujiwaraās owl. There was no way the thing was a toyāhe knew a real animal when he saw one, and they just didnāt make mechanics that good. He also knew it wasnāt just an owl, for the same reason. The inquisitive way it was looking at him went a long way to confirming this. Not prototypical owl behavior by any means. He wondered what it was doing here.
āShouldnāt you be with Fujiwara?ā He asked in a deadpan, standing beneath the tree that the creature had perched in and looking right up at it as though he held conversations with birds every day. His posture was deceptively casual: hands stuffed into the pockets of his duster, head tipped slightly backwards, but he was as alert to his surroundings as ever. āThereās something new on campus, you know, and it smells funny. Sure as hell aināt here for me, if you catch my drift.ā It could be anything, there for anyone, but a human-looking girl with a familiar was the weirdest thing heād seen around here, so it would probably be best for them to be careful.
Not that he really cared or anything, of course.
āPlus she was acting odd this morning. Adds up funny, doesnāt it? If I were you, Iād look into that stuff.ā He gave a one-shouldered shrug and started back in the direction of the school building. He had plans to make for the evening, after all.
But even to him, there was something strange about it, and strange things tended to translate as suspicious things where he was concerned. Occupational hazard, maybe. Whatever the case, it didnāt feel right, and he trusted his gut feelings on the matter. The trail seemed to abruptly disappear, though, and he wondered if the person to whom it was attached had some power to that effect. Teleportation, maybe? Not unheard-of, but rather rare.
It probably didnāt matter. They didnāt smell like anyone heād ever encountered, which meant they werenāt on the List, so he properly shouldnāt give any damns whatsoever. Rolling his eyes to himself, he wondered if Sachiko was getting to his head after all, with this āhelping peopleā nonsense of hers, but dismissed the thought. He was just as heād always been, and that was how he needed to stay.
His attention was caught by the presence of an animal, or more specifically, Fujiwaraās owl. There was no way the thing was a toyāhe knew a real animal when he saw one, and they just didnāt make mechanics that good. He also knew it wasnāt just an owl, for the same reason. The inquisitive way it was looking at him went a long way to confirming this. Not prototypical owl behavior by any means. He wondered what it was doing here.
āShouldnāt you be with Fujiwara?ā He asked in a deadpan, standing beneath the tree that the creature had perched in and looking right up at it as though he held conversations with birds every day. His posture was deceptively casual: hands stuffed into the pockets of his duster, head tipped slightly backwards, but he was as alert to his surroundings as ever. āThereās something new on campus, you know, and it smells funny. Sure as hell aināt here for me, if you catch my drift.ā It could be anything, there for anyone, but a human-looking girl with a familiar was the weirdest thing heād seen around here, so it would probably be best for them to be careful.
Not that he really cared or anything, of course.
āPlus she was acting odd this morning. Adds up funny, doesnāt it? If I were you, Iād look into that stuff.ā He gave a one-shouldered shrug and started back in the direction of the school building. He had plans to make for the evening, after all.