I don't really know where this came from. It just sort of...popped out. shrug
Motoko really, really wanted to panic.
Honestly. Truly.
She desperately wanted to leap up off the park bench, run as hard and fast she could, screaming the entire way. Except that would draw attention, which was the exact opposite of what she was supposed to be doing.
Never before had she been so grateful for her artificial body. This way, she wasn't betraying herself with trembling or a bloodless face.
But the fact was little comfort.
She eyed Togusa carefully. There wasn't anything odd about his pose; he was stretched out like a drying sweater, arms hooked over the back of the bench and his legs flung out in front of him. Eyes closed and his head tilted back, seeming to be simply enjoying the bright sunshine spilling over him.
And she would have believed it, if she hadn't seen him earlier.
With all the blood on him. The smile on his face.
God, she'd never seen a human move so quickly. It was as if he had been made of lightning, of water. Swift and fluid. And he had killed all of those thugs so quickly --
He opened his eyes and regarded her solemnly with his golden eyes.
He didn't look triumphant, or proud. Just tired.
"I was angry," he said softly. "So I decided to go hunting."
Motoko nodded. He closed his eyes again.