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[swordhardy]

I don't know any—augh?

[ He doesn't know any Buddhists. Before he can defend his pride of being a Yaksha, a war daemon and certainly not a benevolent force with the way malevolence drips out of every pore, Matoba has the continued audacity to tap his forehead. Rokurou's mouth drops open in surprise before another flash of indignation has him do something stupid—snapping a hand up, he grabs Matoba's wrist and lurches forward to bite that finger.

It isn't a genuine bite. A snap of teeth, nothing more. He offers a resentful look while doing it, spitting the digit out of his mouth a moment later before slamming the side of his head back down onto Matoba's lap. He turns on his side so that he can look out into the vale and not at Matoba's stupid face.

He may be annoyed but he paid for this pillow, thank you very much. ]

I'm malevolent.

[ Harumph. ]

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[How strange.]

[Matoba's hand nearly jerks away as it's grabbed, but confusion strikes him lame as teeth close down upon it in the gentlest pinch he thinks he's received from the man yet.]

[It leaves him baffled, watching the man drop back into his lap in a sulk, processing. Well. He certainly doesn't disagree with that assessment; yaksha he may be, but what benevolence had the man bestowed upon him so far?]

Yes, I suppose you are a little, [He agrees, placid, false flattery to soothe an aching ego. Just why the man held ego for something so hateful, he could only guess from his own experiences.]

[And, if it was anything like his... It was necessity. From what did the Rangetsu distance themselves, he wonders?]

[After a few moments of Rokurou being mercifully left to sulk, fingers trail in his hair again, soft. They're more idle than before, but if he bothers to glance up, Matoba is watching the birds again with a small, content smile.]