[If Genjo Sanzo was anything, it was perceptive. Perhaps overly paranoid would have been a better way to put it. But whether it was because he noticed the familiar face of the same child appearing over and over again throughout the day, or simply because of the way he felt eyes upon him as if they were intentionally trying to seek him out, he knew he was being followed.
It wasn't until later in the day that he finally decided to confront her.
After all, no matter what her intentions, she didn't seem to be an immediate threat, and he was spending too much of his time focusing on figuring his way around the Voidtrecker Express, absorbing the situation around him. More than anything, he was trying to take in the words of his master, whom he had spoken to earlier that day. But it was after he left the training gym and made his way to the food store cabin when he decided to make his move.
Sitting down at one of the booths in the upper cabin, he was unraveling a few sweet pineapple buns when he finally decided to speak up.]
You know it's rude to follow people without introducing yourself.
[He knew she was there but did nothing to make direct eye contact. Not yet, at least. Instead, he casually pushed some of the buns towards the open seat at the other side of his table. A subtle insinuation to what it was he was offering.]
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It wasn't until later in the day that he finally decided to confront her.
After all, no matter what her intentions, she didn't seem to be an immediate threat, and he was spending too much of his time focusing on figuring his way around the Voidtrecker Express, absorbing the situation around him. More than anything, he was trying to take in the words of his master, whom he had spoken to earlier that day. But it was after he left the training gym and made his way to the food store cabin when he decided to make his move.
Sitting down at one of the booths in the upper cabin, he was unraveling a few sweet pineapple buns when he finally decided to speak up.]
You know it's rude to follow people without introducing yourself.
[He knew she was there but did nothing to make direct eye contact. Not yet, at least. Instead, he casually pushed some of the buns towards the open seat at the other side of his table. A subtle insinuation to what it was he was offering.]