Kasami’s eyes widened slightly at the merchant’s sudden change in demeanor. Sentou wasn’t the only one that found it out of what they had thought to be his character, but she dared not look away to confirm whether or not the others were paying attention to this. In that moment, she felt like she had painted a target on herself, and she wasn’t exactly sure why or how. They could have history, but a lot of people had history here. His reaction was almost… like he was destabilizing. Like the calm and collected merchant that he had always appeared as was cracked by panic. Panic about what? She had so many questions- for Mikaboshi mostly. But it seemed that the merchant had questions of his own. Her eyes were trained on him a little overwhelmed by the energy he was putting off, it unsettled her, rubbing her thumb across her finger to try and soothe the anxiety running its course through her. She fucked up, but she thought he’d known. So he hadn’t been acting cheeky before they got here when she mentioned someone telling her about Kiyoshi not being himself… What an idiot was she for just assuming that he already knew that too since he knew everything else. Now she had to come up with an answer that would calm the situation, and sound confident while doing it.
She blew out a sigh to calm herself and rubbed the back of her neck, about to avert her gaze from him when she noticed it. His visage at the corner of her eye staring the merchant down. Kasami herself froze, forcing herself not to look directly toward him or it might just seem off. Before she could even stutter a response, she heard her own voice and felt her lips moving, but she could hear Mikaboshi’s voice in her mind as well. It wasn’t as if he was giving her a line and she was reciting it- he was using her again. The same way he had before when she punched that mirror. The answer sounded confident because it was spoken with it, but she still seemed anxious. It could easily be chalked up to her reaction to the merchant’s behavior though. The truth was, the new discomfort came from what she had just said. It was such an uncomfortable feeling to have him controlling her body, feeling it moving and hearing herself when she didn’t do it. Mikaboshi could control her body, and she was so grateful for his help, but just what else was he capable of? She’d already had one eye change color. What- was her hair gonna turn purple next? Kasami saw him leave and she couldn’t sense him anymore, but she knew somewhere in there he was paying attention. He spoke when he felt it necessary, even if she had questions. He didn’t always answer. So many things ran through her mind, but she had to focus on the current situation. She left the response that she gave at what Mikaboshi had given to her, trusting his judgment and hoping that she could rely on his guidance.
She blew out a sigh to calm herself and rubbed the back of her neck, about to avert her gaze from him when she noticed it. His visage at the corner of her eye staring the merchant down. Kasami herself froze, forcing herself not to look directly toward him or it might just seem off. Before she could even stutter a response, she heard her own voice and felt her lips moving, but she could hear Mikaboshi’s voice in her mind as well. It wasn’t as if he was giving her a line and she was reciting it- he was using her again. The same way he had before when she punched that mirror. The answer sounded confident because it was spoken with it, but she still seemed anxious. It could easily be chalked up to her reaction to the merchant’s behavior though. The truth was, the new discomfort came from what she had just said. It was such an uncomfortable feeling to have him controlling her body, feeling it moving and hearing herself when she didn’t do it. Mikaboshi could control her body, and she was so grateful for his help, but just what else was he capable of? She’d already had one eye change color. What- was her hair gonna turn purple next? Kasami saw him leave and she couldn’t sense him anymore, but she knew somewhere in there he was paying attention. He spoke when he felt it necessary, even if she had questions. He didn’t always answer. So many things ran through her mind, but she had to focus on the current situation. She left the response that she gave at what Mikaboshi had given to her, trusting his judgment and hoping that she could rely on his guidance.