[ No, he isn't doing anything deserving of a punch. In fact, he's doing something that may be.. odd for him to be doing. He's outside the inn they're staying in, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall of the structure— probably because the weather was nice now.
He enjoyed nice weather.
He's writing something on some parchment that he was able to get here with ink and a bamboo— obviously it's completely in Japanese, so he must be writing something to another Japanese person or writing something to himself.
Either way, he stops instantly when Tsukuyo calls his name, peering up at her. ]
Looks like we're stuck making hard decisions. [ Pause. ] Again.
[ He knows Tsukuyo wants to talk about something serious here. That's usually her deal. ]
no subject
He enjoyed nice weather.
He's writing something on some parchment that he was able to get here with ink and a bamboo— obviously it's completely in Japanese, so he must be writing something to another Japanese person or writing something to himself.
Either way, he stops instantly when Tsukuyo calls his name, peering up at her. ]
Looks like we're stuck making hard decisions.
[ Pause. ]
Again.
[ He knows Tsukuyo wants to talk about something serious here. That's usually her deal. ]