109 Ego stroking
"Seriously, do all soldiers treat their armour so badly?" Yuya scratched long and hard at the metal etchings, having dutifully accommodated Kyo's upkeep as part of her morning routine.
"Good, disciplined soldiers wouldn't."
"But you do."
"And what does that tell you?"
Amidst blue skies, a perfectly timed mass of clouds strayed into the sun's path bathing them in unnaturally dark shadows. Kyo's unflinching red eyes gleamed expectantly, and that familiar stifling weight of chi was back.
With an unaffected look, Yuya answered: "That the great Onime no Kyo is plain lazy."
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Kyo chuckled at her gall.
"Wear it, Dogface."
