Konoha's gaze falls, catches on the way his nails cut the tangerine peel apart, settle on her front hooves, the way they scrape against each other as she shifts in discomfort.
Assassin.]
... Ah.
[What was she supposed to say? Do? He didn't seem like he was joking... And here in the Circle... She's met people like that before now. Man killers. No matter how scary the idea was... they were here, beside her.]
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Instead, she gets "mercenary". "Assassin".
Konoha's gaze falls, catches on the way his nails cut the tangerine peel apart, settle on her front hooves, the way they scrape against each other as she shifts in discomfort.
Assassin.]
... Ah.
[What was she supposed to say? Do? He didn't seem like he was joking... And here in the Circle... She's met people like that before now. Man killers. No matter how scary the idea was... they were here, beside her.]
So... more like a ninja, then...