[ what did you do? the boy demands. my job, nic would say, but the twisted, lazy grin on his lips seems to say it all well enough. what use were words to weapons, anyway, when actions speak so much louder.
with a fluid motion, he reaches down to thumb the hilt of his sword. and with more grace than a man of his current physical status should have, really, the katana is withdrawn, inch by inch of sharp, well-worn steel.
it would be the first he's ever drawn it in front of hibari. and the last he'll ever aim it at the boy's throat.
words didn't mean as much as action, but sometimes they do the job well enough: ]
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with a fluid motion, he reaches down to thumb the hilt of his sword. and with more grace than a man of his current physical status should have, really, the katana is withdrawn, inch by inch of sharp, well-worn steel.
it would be the first he's ever drawn it in front of hibari. and the last he'll ever aim it at the boy's throat.
words didn't mean as much as action, but sometimes they do the job well enough: ]
kEpT YoU WAITinG LOnG EnOUgh.