[It isn't really fair of him to snap at this poor stranger just because of a sneaking suspicion, but he's tired and he's covered in the ghost of fast food's past and a worn-down Kashuu is a Kashuu with significantly less patience and a significantly shorter temper.
He keeps himself from snapping, at the very least, but his expression shifts from "I'm probably 5 years old and about to cry" to "actually I'm 500 and I've seen some shit" in just a few seconds.]
No, I'm just— [TIRED AND OLD-- Or marginally traumatized, either way.] ...No. [But he'll let her check his hair for sneaky rat bites because he just doesn't have the energy to back away. At a somewhat softer volume:]
soon they'll need their own walled-off section of the city
He keeps himself from snapping, at the very least, but his expression shifts from "I'm probably 5 years old and about to cry" to "actually I'm 500 and I've seen some shit" in just a few seconds.]
No, I'm just— [TIRED AND OLD-- Or marginally traumatized, either way.] ...No. [But he'll let her check his hair for sneaky rat bites because he just doesn't have the energy to back away. At a somewhat softer volume:]
Where did you get that? The sword.