[Takatora glimpses the scar a with a grim sort of curiosity that comes from having suffered countless injuries.]
A recent wound? There's no need to apologise. One as lowly as me isn't offended by a mark of survival.
[He gives Fuji a pat and she obediently shuffles over so that he can use the seat she was blocking. When he sits, he sets down his drink, and Fuji snuggles her head onto his thighs, sitting herself down still wrapped in his scarf. She stretches her long tail out right across the walkway, then croons in her deep, sweet voice when she notices the attention she's garnered.]
Only a day? Huh. You must be one of the new scions, then. [Giving a little bow from his seat, he introduces himself.] Tōdō Takatora. This is Fuji. She hatched a month ago. At the time she was the size of a cat, but she hasn't stopped growing since.
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A recent wound? There's no need to apologise. One as lowly as me isn't offended by a mark of survival.
[He gives Fuji a pat and she obediently shuffles over so that he can use the seat she was blocking. When he sits, he sets down his drink, and Fuji snuggles her head onto his thighs, sitting herself down still wrapped in his scarf. She stretches her long tail out right across the walkway, then croons in her deep, sweet voice when she notices the attention she's garnered.]
Only a day? Huh. You must be one of the new scions, then. [Giving a little bow from his seat, he introduces himself.] Tōdō Takatora. This is Fuji. She hatched a month ago. At the time she was the size of a cat, but she hasn't stopped growing since.