[ Even if the ceremony was held to honor him, Kamui was the one enjoying it the least. A complete bore was what it was; he didn't feel like he had a place in that elaborate ballroom, with the solid gold dragons guarding each door and the precious Qing Dynasty vases set proudly on display. It was his house, but he never feels at home among such lasciviousness. He has even lesser a place among the people around him, those cowardly men with their big, bellowing laughs and empty compliments. Honestly, he thought more would come after him for taking down their Night King. He was hoping for it, even; anticipating with eagerness the blood he could spill. Instead, everyone fell in line the moment they saw Kamui drenched in their boss's blood, congratulating him like they were long-time friends. Suffice to say, that was disappointing. He was hoping he could end that night with a little more bang. It wasn't even fun silencing Abo's desperate cries; like slaughtering a frightened pig. And barely a week after, they insisted on this inauguration ceremony --
What a bore, what a bore ... If he has to entertain another guest, bump shoulders with one more coward, he might just kill them.
That's when someone calls out to him, and Kamui finds himself face to face with one of those yakuza from Japan. He'll admit he knows close to nothing about them - the same way he knows noting about most of his guest list - but right now, he doesn't care to know. Does this man want to shake his hand too? That's annoying. ]
You think so? There's a lot of food, so help yourself. [ Though he offers a pleasant smile, there's nothing inviting about it. Kamui already expects this man to be exactly like the dozen who have tried to lick his boots today, and he's closing himself off. He wants to walk away, too ... And he might, if this person proves to be just like all the others. ]
Kamui + Takasugi
What a bore, what a bore ... If he has to entertain another guest, bump shoulders with one more coward, he might just kill them.
That's when someone calls out to him, and Kamui finds himself face to face with one of those yakuza from Japan. He'll admit he knows close to nothing about them - the same way he knows noting about most of his guest list - but right now, he doesn't care to know. Does this man want to shake his hand too? That's annoying. ]
You think so? There's a lot of food, so help yourself. [ Though he offers a pleasant smile, there's nothing inviting about it. Kamui already expects this man to be exactly like the dozen who have tried to lick his boots today, and he's closing himself off. He wants to walk away, too ... And he might, if this person proves to be just like all the others. ]