[ Perhaps it would have been different if he had been in his human form. Susato's expression hardens at Kazuma's outburst, rather than shrink as it seems so natural for her to do. Fingers grip tightly to the bowl of water, and her frustration at Eustace and by extension the entire night seems to bubble to the surface along with Kazuma's anger. Poor Ziggy and Ruby, meanwhile, for however quickly they were lured by the steam rising from the water, smartly do an about-face just as quickly.
They may not have had Susato's history with Kazuma, but they are just as in tune with his moods and fluctuating emotions. At the very least, he seems to be warming up now. They both are. ]
Well, excuse me for being a touch preoccupied.
[ She doesn't yell, but her voice seems uneven. She twists the faucet closed, and the sudden silence without the running water seems deafening. ]
Other than telling me to stay home that night, did you send word? [ Maybe Kazuma's memory of that night had remained hazy. Perhaps that makes this unfair, but the image of Kazuma, bloodied and battered, never quite left her mind. ]
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They may not have had Susato's history with Kazuma, but they are just as in tune with his moods and fluctuating emotions. At the very least, he seems to be warming up now. They both are. ]
Well, excuse me for being a touch preoccupied.
[ She doesn't yell, but her voice seems uneven. She twists the faucet closed, and the sudden silence without the running water seems deafening. ]
Other than telling me to stay home that night, did you send word? [ Maybe Kazuma's memory of that night had remained hazy. Perhaps that makes this unfair, but the image of Kazuma, bloodied and battered, never quite left her mind. ]