Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 6, 2012 17:37:20 GMT -8
"Sorry, even if you did take him, I think Kuro would find his way back to me from Crows Territory. This guy has an amazing sense of direction."
She couldn't do anything except smile at this and nod her head in appreciation. That sort of loyalty was hard to come by, but it was heartening to know that something as fiercely independent as a cat could display it as well. Again, she was reminded of herself, and she was humbled by it.
Well, if the cat is willing to go that far for his keeper, then the keeper clearly earned that trust. I can relate.
"Huh. You're their mechanic now, though it sounds like you've got your work cut out for you. It seems spare, useable parts are pretty scarce these days, and I think it's a given that all of us have to work with what we've got."
Now cradling the cat in one arm as she petted his body with long, smooth strokes, she continued to put her attention on Kazuya as he spoke, watching, observing, noting his mannerisms and habits in his speaking Or rather, his lack thereof. He spoke casually, but without any over the top passion that was so common in American society, talking with a quiet composure. He also showed no outward ticks in his character, something that spoke clearly of the heritage so very plain on his face.
Kiyoshi was Japanese as well, but he was...different. He also had the capacity to bring forward that stoic calmness that most Japanese had, but he also was immensely passionate and full of fiery ambition. She suspected that this had something to do with his past, but she had never thought to ask.
"I wish I could help you with your parts run, but I barely found anything of use myself. If I could find another vehicle, then I think both of us would be set."
His words brought her out of her reverie and she smiled reassuringly at him. If she had a hand to spare, she might have waved it flippantly at him. "No worries. Shoganai <It can't be helped>. Most of the places around here have been picked clean, but there's a junk yard about three miles East that hasn't really been touched."
Problem was, though, that this area was also a small fortress of some band of modern day highwaymen. These men weren't overly strong, but they were numerous and well defended. So, for the most part, she would stay away for as long as she could until she gave in and threw her team into the potentially dangerous area to claim it.
She couldn't do anything except smile at this and nod her head in appreciation. That sort of loyalty was hard to come by, but it was heartening to know that something as fiercely independent as a cat could display it as well. Again, she was reminded of herself, and she was humbled by it.
Well, if the cat is willing to go that far for his keeper, then the keeper clearly earned that trust. I can relate.
"Huh. You're their mechanic now, though it sounds like you've got your work cut out for you. It seems spare, useable parts are pretty scarce these days, and I think it's a given that all of us have to work with what we've got."
Now cradling the cat in one arm as she petted his body with long, smooth strokes, she continued to put her attention on Kazuya as he spoke, watching, observing, noting his mannerisms and habits in his speaking Or rather, his lack thereof. He spoke casually, but without any over the top passion that was so common in American society, talking with a quiet composure. He also showed no outward ticks in his character, something that spoke clearly of the heritage so very plain on his face.
Kiyoshi was Japanese as well, but he was...different. He also had the capacity to bring forward that stoic calmness that most Japanese had, but he also was immensely passionate and full of fiery ambition. She suspected that this had something to do with his past, but she had never thought to ask.
"I wish I could help you with your parts run, but I barely found anything of use myself. If I could find another vehicle, then I think both of us would be set."
His words brought her out of her reverie and she smiled reassuringly at him. If she had a hand to spare, she might have waved it flippantly at him. "No worries. Shoganai <It can't be helped>. Most of the places around here have been picked clean, but there's a junk yard about three miles East that hasn't really been touched."
Problem was, though, that this area was also a small fortress of some band of modern day highwaymen. These men weren't overly strong, but they were numerous and well defended. So, for the most part, she would stay away for as long as she could until she gave in and threw her team into the potentially dangerous area to claim it.
