[Xu Shu had been out doing... nothing much, really. Wandering, as he does some days, when his head is too full of the more troubling aspects of his life. Having found and settled down at the base of a comforting tree with a book and a hot drink, he'd hope to have an uneventful day of quiet peace but as the lithe ghost walks over it becomes very quickly apparent that this is not to be.]
[He stares up at 'Tenkai,' eyes wide and confused behind his glasses.]
From a strange man...
[This is definitely Mitsuhide, isn't it? He's hardly a man you could ever forget. Without even really intending to Xu Shu has found himself feeling somewhat responsible for keeping him in check (or as much as you could someone like Mitsuhide, a force of chaos so potent it feels like trying to wrestle with a spinning tornado every time they talk). It's a difficult thing to do for more than the obvious reasons, though; the insight, the way that he sees and prickles at your weaknesses and talks of them with his wild metaphors, it's... troubling for someone wounded in the way Xu Shu is. Those eyes manage to be both clouded and clear at one and the same time.]
[But those eyes, the eyes of Mitsuhide right now, they look... different. Almost softer, though that seems almost impossible. Barely knowing how to react, Xu Shu settles on just taking the letter and hoping it fills in part of the puzzle. Half a minute letter and, well, the pieces it gives him really aren't helping much. Daud told Mitsuhide to leave Xu Shu alone. That's clear. That is something Xu Shu is going to have to talk about with his father-figure as soon as he can. But it's not the most immediate concern, is it?]
Umm, thank you... [He says, eventually, voice quiet and uncertain.] And what name is it you go by?
[Best to start with that and work out how best to approach this slowly.]
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[He stares up at 'Tenkai,' eyes wide and confused behind his glasses.]
From a strange man...
[This is definitely Mitsuhide, isn't it? He's hardly a man you could ever forget. Without even really intending to Xu Shu has found himself feeling somewhat responsible for keeping him in check (or as much as you could someone like Mitsuhide, a force of chaos so potent it feels like trying to wrestle with a spinning tornado every time they talk). It's a difficult thing to do for more than the obvious reasons, though; the insight, the way that he sees and prickles at your weaknesses and talks of them with his wild metaphors, it's... troubling for someone wounded in the way Xu Shu is. Those eyes manage to be both clouded and clear at one and the same time.]
[But those eyes, the eyes of Mitsuhide right now, they look... different. Almost softer, though that seems almost impossible. Barely knowing how to react, Xu Shu settles on just taking the letter and hoping it fills in part of the puzzle. Half a minute letter and, well, the pieces it gives him really aren't helping much. Daud told Mitsuhide to leave Xu Shu alone. That's clear. That is something Xu Shu is going to have to talk about with his father-figure as soon as he can. But it's not the most immediate concern, is it?]
Umm, thank you... [He says, eventually, voice quiet and uncertain.] And what name is it you go by?
[Best to start with that and work out how best to approach this slowly.]