[ Shirabun didn't like this. Didn't like the army he got himself involved in, or their little ~*~save the world~*~ quest that felt too self-righteous to be genuine. It made him sick to his stomach.
But most of all, he doesn't like Semi. The human who keeps insisting on pestering him, trying to get under his skin and past his guard for... some reason. He can't fathom why, but he won't let him. He refuses. He doesn't have anyone he cares about, and he sure as hell doesn't need anyone anymore.
During dinner, Shirabu is nowhere near the mess hall, or his tent. He's instead made himself comfortable beneath a large tree a ways away from camp with his dinner in his lap, making a point to avoid everyone else. What a shitty Taguel. ]
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ndidn't like this. Didn't like the army he got himself involved in, or their little ~*~save the world~*~ quest that felt too self-righteous to be genuine. It made him sick to his stomach.But most of all, he doesn't like Semi. The human who keeps insisting on pestering him, trying to get under his skin and past his guard for... some reason. He can't fathom why, but he won't let him. He refuses. He doesn't have anyone he cares about, and he sure as hell doesn't need anyone anymore.
During dinner, Shirabu is nowhere near the mess hall, or his tent. He's instead made himself comfortable beneath a large tree a ways away from camp with his dinner in his lap, making a point to avoid everyone else. What a shitty Taguel. ]