Kuronue stood, a little wide eyed. He took a deep breath, almost a gasp. It was raspy and thick. "But-..." But-...
There were so many 'but's he couldn't really say them. Besides, he'd paid for this hadn't he? He'd just given her two kimono worth more than a night's pay, more than all of the girls who had been here with them pay too.
His hands were shaking, and so he gripped at the towel that had slipped to cradle Yukimura's waist.
"Am I...worthy of being called Kuronue-sama...?" It almost sounded like a foreign name. "I have...come from the worst--of places." He was swapping between languages, though in his mind he was speaking Japanese. In the end all it is is lies. In the end the world is driven by one thing, and one thing only. This human society, it's crawling with it. Most of the customers he'd had in the whorehouse--that spot of mould--were humans after all.
"Demons, might be tough---But humans--are crueller..."
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Date: 2011-09-03 12:09 pm (UTC)There were so many 'but's he couldn't really say them. Besides, he'd paid for this hadn't he? He'd just given her two kimono worth more than a night's pay, more than all of the girls who had been here with them pay too.
His hands were shaking, and so he gripped at the towel that had slipped to cradle Yukimura's waist.
"Am I...worthy of being called Kuronue-sama...?" It almost sounded like a foreign name. "I have...come from the worst--of places." He was swapping between languages, though in his mind he was speaking Japanese. In the end all it is is lies. In the end the world is driven by one thing, and one thing only. This human society, it's crawling with it. Most of the customers he'd had in the whorehouse--that spot of mould--were humans after all.
"Demons, might be tough---But humans--are crueller..."