He could hear someone ahead rifling through a bag, but didn't think anything of it until the person slides down to the ground and he finds they're blocking his path. It's bad enough to be stuck on a loud, smelly mechanical thing with low ceilings and narrow pathways, and to not even have familiar clothing- more an annoyance than anything more, but it's just one more thing to deal with.
Kenshin has his hair pulled up in the usual high tail, and while he doesn't have his own pack on him, his sword is still present. It's the one thing he seemed to be allowed. He wasn't about to just leave it somewhere. The clothes are more reminiscent of the peasant outfit he'd grown up in, and what he'd worn in hiding with- he shies from those lighter days.
Then freezes when he finally sees who it is he's been hearing, his breath stops. His heart almost follows. Then he grits his teeth, hands balling into fists. "Another hallucination?" It's the only thing his young mind can come up with, and it fills him with a bitter longing.
Easier than to let the tears of his soul fall. The second slash of the scar on his cheek is still quite fresh. Maybe a month, maybe two old.
NEVER CHANGE <3
Kenshin has his hair pulled up in the usual high tail, and while he doesn't have his own pack on him, his sword is still present. It's the one thing he seemed to be allowed. He wasn't about to just leave it somewhere. The clothes are more reminiscent of the peasant outfit he'd grown up in, and what he'd worn in hiding with- he shies from those lighter days.
Then freezes when he finally sees who it is he's been hearing, his breath stops. His heart almost follows. Then he grits his teeth, hands balling into fists. "Another hallucination?" It's the only thing his young mind can come up with, and it fills him with a bitter longing.
Easier than to let the tears of his soul fall. The second slash of the scar on his cheek is still quite fresh. Maybe a month, maybe two old.