[ Some habits die hard. He remembers Kanda a little better than most—battle merit sticks to the brain a more than faces and idle chatter. The drill-like precision had stood out to him then, certainly.
But he also remembers him as a shitty little kid, so he simply responds with a chuckle as he hops over the bar in one easy vault despite his cargo (nevermind just walking around it), heading to the tunnel entrance for the Nth time. It's as innocuous as a storm cellar, a basement, what have you. ]
D'you think you'll actually need that thing?
[ He toes open the door, and nothing greets them yet but silence and a musty draft. Still, no telling what they'd run into today. Sometimes it was just a strung-out rat, but...
With the threat of rain already driving people inside, somehow he doubts it. ]
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But he also remembers him as a shitty little kid, so he simply responds with a chuckle as he hops over the bar in one easy vault despite his cargo (nevermind just walking around it), heading to the tunnel entrance for the Nth time. It's as innocuous as a storm cellar, a basement, what have you. ]
D'you think you'll actually need that thing?
[ He toes open the door, and nothing greets them yet but silence and a musty draft. Still, no telling what they'd run into today. Sometimes it was just a strung-out rat, but...
With the threat of rain already driving people inside, somehow he doubts it. ]