[One] [Namazuo doesn't seem to be too fazed by all the tokens of appreciation he's gotten, especially since a lot of it seems to be candy. He munches on it happily while reading the letters, apparently not really absorbing what's actually written in them. Though when reading the 15-page letter, he does look a little confused.] Well, it's nice that he built that house for her...but what does that have to do with us?
[And then he becomes distracted by candy.] This is all so good! I wish someone had sent dango, too...
[Two] [Namazuo, however, is fazed by the fire. Very much fazed.
He doesn't deal well with fire. It takes him back to that fateful time at Osaka Castle, when everything around him and Ichigo was burning. That was really all he could remember of that night, since the burns he'd sustained caused him to lose some memories, but the few memories he has are enough to frighten him.
There's no trace of the happy-go-lucky Namazuo here. Especially when he sees the fruit cows, and how the surviving ones crowd around their dead companions. Namazuo doesn't speak or move as he watches them--he can't do anything except tremble and barely manage to stand upright. In any other situation he'd try to help as much as he could, but that doesn't seem to be happening with him right now.]
Namazuo Toushirou | Touken Ranbu | OTA
[Namazuo doesn't seem to be too fazed by all the tokens of appreciation he's gotten, especially since a lot of it seems to be candy. He munches on it happily while reading the letters, apparently not really absorbing what's actually written in them. Though when reading the 15-page letter, he does look a little confused.] Well, it's nice that he built that house for her...but what does that have to do with us?
[And then he becomes distracted by candy.] This is all so good! I wish someone had sent dango, too...
[Two]
[Namazuo, however, is fazed by the fire. Very much fazed.
He doesn't deal well with fire. It takes him back to that fateful time at Osaka Castle, when everything around him and Ichigo was burning. That was really all he could remember of that night, since the burns he'd sustained caused him to lose some memories, but the few memories he has are enough to frighten him.
There's no trace of the happy-go-lucky Namazuo here. Especially when he sees the fruit cows, and how the surviving ones crowd around their dead companions. Namazuo doesn't speak or move as he watches them--he can't do anything except tremble and barely manage to stand upright. In any other situation he'd try to help as much as he could, but that doesn't seem to be happening with him right now.]