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[dhil]

I have a question. It is not important, you need not answer.

It is just to create thought.

Do you suppose that morality is perhaps a subjective thing?

Or is it always a constant?


[ACTION]

[In the mean time, the nomadiest of nomads in Genessia is actually visible for a time! They'd slithered out of whatever comfortable crevice they've been holed away in for this long, and have again taken to wandering.

As usual, they can be found...

Anywhere.

In any city, in any building!

In your cupboard.

The shadow's curiosity is not a thing that should have ever been paired with the ability to alter their mass and density.

Sorry about all the heart attacks.]

Comments

[dhil]

[Well... it looks like she likes it! They hand everything over without a fuss, looking just pleased as pie that she seemed to enjoy the fruits of their shopping.]

Please do. I do not mind.

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro sniffed and wiped her face gently scrubbing some of the rust away with her tear soaked nail. "Well, you haven't told me your name after three times, so you either have none, or are quite overprotective of your identity." She said, clutching the blade with her wrist like she was lifting a weight.

It felt a bit lighter than she was used to, but then again she was older, and even a newer model would yield a similar sense of entropy.

[dhil]

I do not have a name.

[They didn't really have much of an identity after all. They took a few steps back to allow her more personal space as she inspected the blade and fussed with it]

You may make one if you wish

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro's eyes glanced over the figure curiously. "Sheetow, a combination of the bed rags your wearing and the shadowy veil you hide." The solider said satisfied.

"So thank you Sheetow, you have my gratitude for calming my nerves for the night." She smiled with a friendly gaze. "To a lesser extent you may call me a friend, or a comrade after what you have done."

[dhil]

[They look to their robes, but don't really comment on it. Bed rags? They aren't that poorly kept, are they?]

You are welcome, friend.

[They'll just take that entirely literally]

I hope that you enjoy them.

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro nodded. "Allright Sheetow, please contact me if you need to feed some food to your thoughts, or if you want to try and spar; because judging on your choice of blade and attire, you look like you've been around for longer than you are letting on." The solider said with a click of her tongue.

[dhil]

But I do not carry weapons...

[Goodness, they don't even like fighting...]

[imukurofenrir]

Mukuro stared silently. "Yet... you knew what a... erm... Never mind! I'm sure I can quench my bloodthirst some other means." She grins scratching the back of her head. "Either way, thank you for your time, hope we meet again."

[dhil]

I have learned a lot over time. Weapons are not hard to learn.

[They liked learning after all! They look cheerful enough though, wiggling their fingers as she seems to be set on ending the conversation now]

You are welcome.

Please have a good night.