As Sumire seemed to inwardly gush over the appearance of not one, but two cats, Fudoharu rolled his eyes. Of course tea wasn't meant for cats. But, he knew Teki. That tiny little lion didn't have any grasp of the concept that people had personal space, and he often took it upon himself to pull the dastardly little kitten's face from his family's cups of tea. For some reason, Teki enjoyed the earthy taste of the herbal drink. Perhaps it was one of the many quirks that came from defying the natural laws as that cat often did. For starters, no full grown lion should ever be that small. Secondly, the colors of the cat were all wrong, a red tint to the fur over his body and a mane orange enough to look like pure flames if the wind blew through it. As if Teki picked up on some unspoken wavelength from Fudoharu, it shot a wicked glance in the pink-haired Enjo's direction before rudely pouncing onto the table and sitting down in front of Sumire.
Fudoharu paid him no mind, as he was straining his ears to listen in on the Hogosha's conversation. The eldest of the two, who easily could be confused for someone much younger than most in this room if they were not aware of the strange aging facets of the Hogosha's kekkei genkai, wasn't someone that the Enjo had laid eyes on, but the stories of the elder maintaining his purity through youth was something he had heard plenty of. The two Hogosha openly spoke of something that even the much denser Fudoharu could feel in his core. Changes were coming. It was something on the wind. The Enjo were in tune with the forces of nature, and even the youngest among his clan could feel the tension looming on the horizon. Fudoharu did his best to ignore that gnawing feeling, but hearing it out loud set him slightly on edge.
The grace and dignity of Ranmaru, who's name Fudoharu only picked up from Seizo's introduction of the group, further frayed Haru's nerves. He was a retainer of the Hogosha clan, and his purpose was to serve Tatsuko. As another member of the Raiu clan made his entrance, Fudoharu gave a slight nod rather than a bow in return. Ishikura was his name, but the way that he blushed at seeing Fudoharu made his skin crawl. The pink haired teen sighed loudly and made his way towards the table, sitting across from Sumire cross legged. His emerald eyes scanned her for a second, shooting Teki a much more annoyed glance before he spoke. "Alright Princess, since we're all introducing ourselves.." he began, taking his hat off and flinging it over the lion's form. It shoot the fabric free enough to hiss in Fudoharu's direction and leaped onto Sumire's shoulders, nestling down and making himself comfortable.
"Names Fudoharu, I'm supposed to be your guard." His ears perked up after he finished introducing himself, wondering if anyone else knew who he was. He had a reputation among the Enjo for being in trouble with his father and the rest of their internal disciplinary force, but he was curious whether the reputation spread to the rest of the clans. After all, he was sure that his father often kept things quiet to avoid making a scene. The various forest fires that accidentally started due to Fudoharu's carelessness, for example. A small smirk played on the boys lips at the memories. "That means stay out of danger. I don't want extra work to do, okay?" Rude. Unbecoming of someone with his task, but if he cared about formality he would have bowed before sitting down.
Fudoharu paid him no mind, as he was straining his ears to listen in on the Hogosha's conversation. The eldest of the two, who easily could be confused for someone much younger than most in this room if they were not aware of the strange aging facets of the Hogosha's kekkei genkai, wasn't someone that the Enjo had laid eyes on, but the stories of the elder maintaining his purity through youth was something he had heard plenty of. The two Hogosha openly spoke of something that even the much denser Fudoharu could feel in his core. Changes were coming. It was something on the wind. The Enjo were in tune with the forces of nature, and even the youngest among his clan could feel the tension looming on the horizon. Fudoharu did his best to ignore that gnawing feeling, but hearing it out loud set him slightly on edge.
The grace and dignity of Ranmaru, who's name Fudoharu only picked up from Seizo's introduction of the group, further frayed Haru's nerves. He was a retainer of the Hogosha clan, and his purpose was to serve Tatsuko. As another member of the Raiu clan made his entrance, Fudoharu gave a slight nod rather than a bow in return. Ishikura was his name, but the way that he blushed at seeing Fudoharu made his skin crawl. The pink haired teen sighed loudly and made his way towards the table, sitting across from Sumire cross legged. His emerald eyes scanned her for a second, shooting Teki a much more annoyed glance before he spoke. "Alright Princess, since we're all introducing ourselves.." he began, taking his hat off and flinging it over the lion's form. It shoot the fabric free enough to hiss in Fudoharu's direction and leaped onto Sumire's shoulders, nestling down and making himself comfortable.
"Names Fudoharu, I'm supposed to be your guard." His ears perked up after he finished introducing himself, wondering if anyone else knew who he was. He had a reputation among the Enjo for being in trouble with his father and the rest of their internal disciplinary force, but he was curious whether the reputation spread to the rest of the clans. After all, he was sure that his father often kept things quiet to avoid making a scene. The various forest fires that accidentally started due to Fudoharu's carelessness, for example. A small smirk played on the boys lips at the memories. "That means stay out of danger. I don't want extra work to do, okay?" Rude. Unbecoming of someone with his task, but if he cared about formality he would have bowed before sitting down.
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