[ Even though Rosalind maintains it, Katsura is quick to break eye contact when she starts to undo her sleeve. He's seen plenty of wounds like the one on her forearm (a friend of he and Takasugi's has a similar one, as a matter of fact) and his expression doesn't change much, even as he's mentally noting that it's just like Takasugi to do something like this.
The sight of the bruises is another matter, however. Katsura looks, very briefly, a bit puzzled as he gaze falls on the ugly yellowed marks. But then he realizes what he's looking at and his expression clouds over, a flat out scowl taking the place of his brief confusion. ]
I see. That must mean he sees you as a considerable threat, as well.
[ Takasugi doesn't get murder-crushes on just anyone, after all. And Katsura supposes that settles the matter, doesn't it? But first... ]
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The sight of the bruises is another matter, however. Katsura looks, very briefly, a bit puzzled as he gaze falls on the ugly yellowed marks. But then he realizes what he's looking at and his expression clouds over, a flat out scowl taking the place of his brief confusion. ]
I see. That must mean he sees you as a considerable threat, as well.
[ Takasugi doesn't get murder-crushes on just anyone, after all. And Katsura supposes that settles the matter, doesn't it? But first... ]
I've told you my name - what's yours?