"You've got to watch your pride and your priorities, you know? Some things aren't worth risking your friendship over."
Squeeze.
Hey, you all right?
Squeeze. Twist.
C'mon, answer me.
Squuuuueeeeeze.
Pretty, pretty please with a cherry and tons of sharp, pointy things on top?
Yank.
I'm warning you...
Whack.
Senma groaned, clutching his forehead and mentally cursed the people who had built the Ginsenkei compound. You would think that being one of the original members of the organization, they would have built the doors tall enough so that he wouldn't have to duck through every one, but nooooooooo.
Tug, tug. Squeeze.
Serves you right. Now, are you ready to be reasonable?
The blind teen suppressed the urge to shoot a glare in the direction he knew Shion to be standing. The girl was nothing if not persistent...
Senma shuddered as he felt himself pass within a hairsbreadth of a wooden pillar.
Tug. Squeeze. Pull.
You're making this difficult~
Senma shook his head.
"It's not your problem." He said out loud.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Shion replied, looking honestly confused.
Poke.
Watch it, buster.
Senma frowned and shrugged his shoulders.
I'll deal with it.
Shion copied her teammates frown, almost scarily so in its exactness
Prod. Drag. Flick.
One last chance...
Senma just shook his head. He was adamant in this, and Shion wasn't going to convince him otherwise, no matter...
Gone.
The ever present touch of his companion was suddenly gone. Senma stood stock still, completely shocked. They'd had their arguments before, but Shion had never gone so far as to outright abandon him mid-walk.
Gathering his wits about him, the blind archer started to move forward ever so carefully. He wasn't going to ask for help, and he wasn't going to use Air Field; either would prove his friend right.
A slight hint of a breeze. He was outside then. Probably near the courtyard. He'd lost track of their location during the discussion. Or rather, Shion had cajoled and he'd ignored her...
Easy, easy. No walls in front of him. No pillars either.
No pillars... what did that remind-
Whump.
Senma lay exactly where he'd fallen, face first in the dirt of the courtyard. He wasn't going to give in. He wasn't going to... He wasn't... He...
"All right, all right, I'll talk about it, ok?"
Pat. Grasp. Haul.
See? Was that so hard?
Senma sighed as Shion helped him to his feet. There were worse fates he supposed. He had to admit, it was probably wiser to give in before his friend resorted to more drastic measures to 'convince' him.
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