Fuck Bamboo, Get Valuables
Kuronue folded his arms, shifting his weight to one foot as he stared, unphased by the woman before him. “Every demon’s heard of us. That’s why we’re famous. You know, Legendary Bandits? Ring a bell?” Even during their light - quite an accomplishment. He rolled his eyes at the mention of a stolen object, “We were thieves. We stole things. That was our gig.” He spoke rather flatly, suspiciously eyeing this particular demon. “You’d have to be more specific, it’s been over a thousand years.” As if anyone could remember every object stolen from every town over such a long period. Impossible. “What does it even matter now? I can’t do anything about it.” Whatever the object was, he probably didn’t know its current location anyway.
Then she asked about what he chose to target. That was not a good idea. That was not a good idea at all. “Why would I tell anyone that kind of information? Who are you?” He stepped towards her, tone accusatory, “Are you trying to trap me?”
My, my, my. So suspicious and touchy. So much for a conversation. She shook her head. “Touchy, aren’t you? I’m not usually one to keep up with who is famous or not. Usually lost in my own world of a glass artist.” As he mentioned that he didnt recall what the item was, she shrugged. “Just musing. No need to be snappy.” Then realizing her poor choice of a question, (Curse her curiosity not conferring with the brain before being spoken), she folded her wings tighter in a non threatening way and put her hands up “I’m sorry. That was a poor question, and I shouldnt have asked. I’m afraid I’m not the best when it comes to asking questions. As for who I am… I am Kara Madora, Fire dragon demon and glass artist. I really couldn’t care what you usually steal to be honest, I just have a curiosity that comes out with no regard to whether the question is smart to say or not.”
Kuronue always responded in a more defensive manner - he never liked accusations - but he allowed the other demon’s words to fully sink in before he acted. It worked with Kurama, maybe it would work with Kara. He found himself especially pleased by the words I really couldn’t care what you usually steal bit. By then, the taller demon’s shoulders dropped and he let out a laugh. Easy to bounce back to a joking disposition. “Not many people carry that perspective.” Mid-memory, he flinched. “Trust me.” Noticing how Kara had folded her wings and recognizing the significance - it was an act that transcended most winged demon’s customs, he did the same. If she posed no threat, he had no reason to pose as one himself. Kara seemed harmless, so free to give her information and reprimand herself in public. She didn’t carry the hubris of many demons, but perhaps that was a trait of her clan. No need to pry. “Asking questions is a tricky business.”
Kuronue extended a hand for shaking, as he’d been told recently that was the norm for greeting another. “In that case, Kara, it’s nice to see a new face. I don’t get out much these days.” In fact, Kuronue should’t have been out at all, per Kurama’s request. Surely, the fox hadn’t expected him to listen to such a thing. Kuronue needed to know his surroundings, and more than that his natural curiosity of this world would always gets the better of him. He had to see it.
“Especially attached to wings - do you fly much in the Living World?” Kuronue glanced around the area, “I’ve been told it’s not such a good idea,” Like a stifled yawn his wings stretched back from restlessness, refolding into the neutral - he couldn’t call it respectful, that just wasn’t his style - position. “I’ve just… it’s been so long. I’m itching to touch the skies again.” The fingers of his other hand reached up. While he was tall enough to reach quite a distance, it wasn’t the same. It never could be. Staring up, transfixed on the sparse clouds above them, he slowly brought his hand down and looked back to Kara. “I’m sure you understand.” Another quick laugh, only a winged demon could know how that felt. The itching in every nerve through leathery appendages, begging to fly upwards. Begging to fly anywhere. Restless legs, humans were known to mention, maybe that was close.
“What exactly do you make with glass? I’m not up to date,” not by a long shot, “but last I knew that was quite a useful skill. Sounds fun to watch if nothing else.” The way colors swirled through the process always caught his fancy. He didn’t mean to invite himself, but the bat could use something to occupy his time. Anything. Even just as a small audience, it’d be nice to have another ally in an unfamiliar land.
(via kara-tails)
