Gravity works slowly; [OPEN]
Characters: Kyuzo & anyone who feels like bugging him.
Content: In ur kitchen, bein' socially awkward.
Setting: The 4423, somewhere in the depths of the food area.
Warnings: Overuse of blatant apathy?
Kyuzo was, indisputably, a prodigal warrior with skill matching, if not exceeding, any of the other samurai on the ship. He was the swordsman who his enemies most feared, he was the one who could cross the badlands without hindrance, and he was the one no one expected to switch sides and live. He was obsessive, deadly, and undeniably good at what he did.
Unfortunately for him, however, none of that really translated over into his ability to preform everyday tasks, which continued to be obnoxious even on the 4423. Especially on the 4423.
He wasn't exactly inconspicuous with his bright blond hair and red coat, opening shelves and cupboards and containers looking for something to eat. It should have been an easy enough task, but Kyuzo'd never been in this ship's kitchen before and, to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what he was even looking for. He continued looking anyway, though, his usual scowl fixed on his face as he combed through the room.
He thought vaguely of just asking someone, but that would probably lead to more, 'hello, how are you, are you new here', and what was quickly becoming his personal favorite, 'you sure don't talk much, do you?'
It was weeks like this that almost made him miss Ivona.
Content: In ur kitchen, bein' socially awkward.
Setting: The 4423, somewhere in the depths of the food area.
Warnings: Overuse of blatant apathy?
Kyuzo was, indisputably, a prodigal warrior with skill matching, if not exceeding, any of the other samurai on the ship. He was the swordsman who his enemies most feared, he was the one who could cross the badlands without hindrance, and he was the one no one expected to switch sides and live. He was obsessive, deadly, and undeniably good at what he did.
Unfortunately for him, however, none of that really translated over into his ability to preform everyday tasks, which continued to be obnoxious even on the 4423. Especially on the 4423.
He wasn't exactly inconspicuous with his bright blond hair and red coat, opening shelves and cupboards and containers looking for something to eat. It should have been an easy enough task, but Kyuzo'd never been in this ship's kitchen before and, to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what he was even looking for. He continued looking anyway, though, his usual scowl fixed on his face as he combed through the room.
He thought vaguely of just asking someone, but that would probably lead to more, 'hello, how are you, are you new here', and what was quickly becoming his personal favorite, 'you sure don't talk much, do you?'
It was weeks like this that almost made him miss Ivona.