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BarhamInteracting with: @Dark Light
Genevieve watches in slight concealed amusement as he surveys the land. She can almost see gears turning in his head. She nearly voices that amusement when he is slowly making his way to land. Well, she thought it was funny until she stumbled. Damn, sea legs…it’s not a joke.
At his words, the young women fights the urge to roll her eyes. “You’re a helpful one.” She says in a deadpanned voice.
Gen once again checks to be sure that her matches and coin are secure on her person, then she begins walking, her eyes roaming around the buildings and the street. She doesn’t need a market, what she need would be most likely on the main street, somewhere near other small shops. She doesn’t look to anyone, never having been one for awkward passing smiles or greetings.
She seemed to drown out noise, occasionally, mindlessly, looking to Kenji as she listens to the small wave of blood her ear rushing in her ears, her heartbeat seeming louder as she focused.
Although, she is snapped from her thoughts at Kenjis words, the sound of fighting now prominent.
“Wait, Takeda-“ and there he goes. Dammit.
Genevieve sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. She could leave…but technically, he was right. Annoyingly so.
The dark haired woman looks back up, following him through the crowd, the noise of cheers and curses flesh hitting flesh in a brutish manner, it was all so…loud. She was used to things beings loud, but now people pushed against her, trying to see better, just as she was, and in an instance, she lost sight of Kenji.
“Bon sang…” she mutter a curse in French before calling out, “Takeda!” Trying to grasp where he was
Genevieve watches in slight concealed amusement as he surveys the land. She can almost see gears turning in his head. She nearly voices that amusement when he is slowly making his way to land. Well, she thought it was funny until she stumbled. Damn, sea legs…it’s not a joke.
At his words, the young women fights the urge to roll her eyes. “You’re a helpful one.” She says in a deadpanned voice.
Gen once again checks to be sure that her matches and coin are secure on her person, then she begins walking, her eyes roaming around the buildings and the street. She doesn’t need a market, what she need would be most likely on the main street, somewhere near other small shops. She doesn’t look to anyone, never having been one for awkward passing smiles or greetings.
She seemed to drown out noise, occasionally, mindlessly, looking to Kenji as she listens to the small wave of blood her ear rushing in her ears, her heartbeat seeming louder as she focused.
Although, she is snapped from her thoughts at Kenjis words, the sound of fighting now prominent.
“Wait, Takeda-“ and there he goes. Dammit.
Genevieve sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. She could leave…but technically, he was right. Annoyingly so.
The dark haired woman looks back up, following him through the crowd, the noise of cheers and curses flesh hitting flesh in a brutish manner, it was all so…loud. She was used to things beings loud, but now people pushed against her, trying to see better, just as she was, and in an instance, she lost sight of Kenji.
“Bon sang…” she mutter a curse in French before calling out, “Takeda!” Trying to grasp where he was