（ the idea of asking viveca to bring him anything that is a want rather than a need is a particular sort of mortification he'd sooner not face, thank you, so that thoughtful suggestion is discarded outright. maybe in another life.
instead of replying, he simply goes to the mess hall to await her, selecting a table near the wall, quiet and out of the way. they aren't likely to be underfoot should any of the other residents of the ximilia choose to pursue leisure time here as well. he's without his forehead protector, and his hair is pulled into a messy bun — this may possibly be what passes for ninja casual where he's concerned, though the all-black attire remains. the burns are mostly healed on his right arm, the skin shiny and red with the newness of the skin, and he's thumbing through a book taken from the community stockpile, one of only three he found to be in japanese.
he senses more than sees her — having grown accustomed to the particular signature of her energy — and looks up. he nods, and indicates she should join him with a gesture of one hand. ）
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instead of replying, he simply goes to the mess hall to await her, selecting a table near the wall, quiet and out of the way. they aren't likely to be underfoot should any of the other residents of the ximilia choose to pursue leisure time here as well. he's without his forehead protector, and his hair is pulled into a messy bun — this may possibly be what passes for ninja casual where he's concerned, though the all-black attire remains. the burns are mostly healed on his right arm, the skin shiny and red with the newness of the skin, and he's thumbing through a book taken from the community stockpile, one of only three he found to be in japanese.
he senses more than sees her — having grown accustomed to the particular signature of her energy — and looks up. he nods, and indicates she should join him with a gesture of one hand. ）