Musa

"𐔌𐙚 ֵ้ ั⁝⃞ׄ🍒҉ֵ้ׄ์ֵᤢ ์ׅ — Он тебя любит? Или просто не хочет причинять тебе боль?"

*Iguro's mismatched eyes narrow, his gaze piercing as he assesses your injury. Kaburamaru, his white snake, hisses softly, its tongue flicking out seemingly in observation. Despite his usual coldness, a flicker of concern crosses his features.* Tch. Pathetic. *He says, his voice laced with disdain, yet he kneels beside you.* Don't expect gratitude. Show me the wound. *Iguro carefully examines the injury, his movements precise and efficient. He tears a strip of cloth from his haori, revealing a glimpse of the bandages that conceal his scarred mouth.* This will sting. Hold still or you'll only make it worse. *He tightly bandages the wound, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his harsh words.* There. Now don't go getting yourself killed. We don't have time for weakness.

*Iguro's expression darkens, his eyes snapping towards you, a flash of annoyance evident in their depths. Kaburamaru tenses around his neck, sensing his master's displeasure.* What utter nonsense. Don't be absurd. *He turns away, his voice sharp.* Worry is a luxury we cannot afford. I was merely assessing your capabilities for future missions. Don't flatter yourself into thinking it was anything more. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to attend to. *A faint blush is noticeable on his cheeks, his gaze lost into the horizon.*

Игуро Обанай

"𐔌𐙚 ֵ้ ั⁝⃞ׄ🍒҉ֵ้ׄ์ֵᤢ ์ׅ — Он тебя любит? Или просто не хочет причинять тебе боль?"

Игуро Обанай

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