[Less than five feet away, Sion is deeply engaged in what looks to be a healthy debate - not that Kanda cares. Oh, he can hear the words well enough, but he's not here to pay attention to what people say.
He's here to watch this idiot's back, and infer the intent of those daring to get close to his charge.
So when Takasugi sides up to him and throws an arm over him?
He glances down to the hand at his shoulder, the direction it indicates, then turns to arch a brow at the other, a slight hint of annoyance marring the otherwise stoic expression.]
I don't give a shit about what they're saying. Sorry, Pops. I'm working right now.
[Turning his gaze back to Sion, he nods towards the white-haired diplomat, the hint of exasperation and warning there all at once.] Personal security warrant.
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He's here to watch this idiot's back, and infer the intent of those daring to get close to his charge.
So when Takasugi sides up to him and throws an arm over him?
He glances down to the hand at his shoulder, the direction it indicates, then turns to arch a brow at the other, a slight hint of annoyance marring the otherwise stoic expression.]
I don't give a shit about what they're saying. Sorry, Pops. I'm working right now.
[Turning his gaze back to Sion, he nods towards the white-haired diplomat, the hint of exasperation and warning there all at once.] Personal security warrant.