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[notasurferdude]

[A very weary, disgruntled Kunzite is stumbling and weaving through town, back from an extended stay at Chez Malnosso. A stiff breeze could probably knock him over at this point, but from the look on his face, he's still got plenty of fight in him.

Conscious of the status of everyone else in the village as a POTENTIAL ENEMY, he is doing his best to

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[nottanzanite]

[This one has been waiting restlessly for his master to get back. Such activities in this wait have included a) pacing around the house being an irritable mess, and b) pacing around the town in hopes of spotting him, cleverly disguised as... pacing around restlesssly.

Thankfully, it looks like it's paid off.]

Master!

[notasurferdude]

Zoisite.

[Angry at the world face fades, though not quite into a smile. They parted on fairly uneasy terms, after all]

...It was not my intention to leave for so long.

[nottanzanite]

[To be mad, or not to be mad - that is the question.

...

Goddamnit Kunzite.

All that former rage is just vanishing. Look at what those bastards did to him!]

It doesn't matter.

... Let's go home, Master.

[notasurferdude]

['home' hm? Yuan's home, of course. He had vowed to himself not to go back there.

He had also vowed to apologize to Zoisite.

Difficult. He stays put for the moment, conflicted, then launches into it, a bit jarringly, and very serious.]

...Your new life is your own. You had no duty to me when you arrived here. I failed to protect you, so there is no way that you could have owed me anything. I was wrong to be angry at you.

[but then, wincing]

...But would you really have me stay under that man's roof?

[no_use_running]

Eh? Kunzite?!

[For a moment, she simply stares - torn between the resentment that makes her want to laugh and the things that make her want to help him.]

[notasurferdude]

[An annoyed grunt is his reply as he removes his hand from the wall he was leaning on and steadies himself as if all is normal. A bit too late for the act, but his dignity must be at stake, or something.]

[gruffly]

Do you want something?

[no_use_running]

[This is certainly awkward. But the only way to help him is to make it seem like she's not helping him.]

No. Since I saw you, is there something to do?

[notasurferdude]

[frown]

Fill me in on what took place here while I was gone.

[most_talented]

[hmmm... to help or not to help... Eh,we'll stare for now.]

Kunzite?

[notasurferdude]

[He stares back at her, incredulous]

Do I know you? I've got no memory for the faces of human girls.

[That's for damn sure.]

[most_talented]

[that whole 'secret identity' thing is easy to forget after a while... Nervously waves a hand.]

No, no, it's just.. I've seen you around before, heard someone calling you by that name... Uh, anyway! Do you need some help?

[notasurferdude]

No. I will make it.

I wonder if this is why humans are so weak. The incessant impulse to offer aid to anyone having the slightest difficulty. No opportunity to face things on their own and grow.