Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140518222357/@comment-11588669-20140518231906

Kūkan staggered forward, until finally he regained his balance. His backpack fell out of his grasp, his hands coming up to stop him from colliding into a wall. The impact hurt -the walls haven't been smoothed out in awhile- but he could manage. And he couldn't feel a weight on his back. But Kumori was still there, and that was what mattered. Sighing to himself, the dark haired male turned to chew out the imbecile who ran into him. And paused, studying her.

''Blue-Green hair? That's odd. Then again, having a pacifistic sentient sword and communicating with it isn't all that normal...''

Hey!!!

Reassuring his blade that it was meant in jest, Kūkan bent down to reclaim his lost bag. And stuck his hand out to help her up. It wasn't completely her fault: If he'd been paying attention, he would've felt her prescence behind him and reacted accordingly.

Didn't mean he had to be nice. At least verbally.

"Watch where you're goin', baka." He looked down at her, eyes shifting from brown to purple for a split second before returning back to normal. "Or can you not see with those eyes?"