They had hoped they would be used to the stares and whispers by now. But it was different, to be pointed and gawked at in a foreign country while being all too aware, all too lucid about it all. They had hoped they would be used to it, with the way their own family – cousins, aunts and uncles and even their own parents – had done so back in Moon, eyes filled with disgust or fear.
It is... a lot less painful when complete strangers did it though no less annoying.
The two had gone to the markets in the hopes of procuring supplies. Though food is no longer a problem, what with the Kazekage being a gracious host, they had no other clothes than the one they already wore. Of course, they wouldn’t delusion themselves to think that there would be clothes fit for them here, they did wish to buy sewing supplies and clothing to alter for their use.
Cheongsams, hakamas, kimonos and simple shirts were easy enough to find.
What made this simple task difficult was the fact that the merchants would not accept the coins they offered, thinking the two to be petty thieves and cons. It seemed to be too complex an idea, when they try to connect the riches in the twins’ pockets to the drab rags they wore. The desert’s fault, not theirs... it had been a pair of respectable shift, once upon a time.
“I don’t want your money, you brats. For all I know, they could be stolen or fools’ money! And stop touching the clothes before you dirty them! Why don’t you go back to your freak show?”
It’d be far too easy to take the clothes for themselves, to slit this idiot’s neck and leave him to choke on his own blood. It was hard just to keep a neutral expression on their face... Had to remind themselves that these commoners weren’t worthy enough of their ire.
But they promised to play nice with Suna.
“I assure you, sir, that these coins are our own and that they are genuine,” Akane sighed in a bored tone as Akihiko refused to let go of the white cheongsam in his clutches. Had they been in separate bodies, this would be the point where the younger brother would have taken off with it, really. To his chagrin, he was anchored in place by his elder sister. “What will it take to convince you to let us pack our purchases and go? Shall we call for a banker, perhaps? Or perhaps I will ask for one of your law keepers to mediate?”
“Even if those coins were real, they could still be stolen. And you’ll not waste my time with banker or law keeper for such a paltry sum! Now, leave before I call the law keepers on you.”
It’d be really far, far too easy to just kill the bastard and go.
“We don’t need to take abuse from this guy, sis. If he doesn’t want our money, then it’s his loss,” Akihiko sneered, though he could not disguise the look of disappointment in his eye from Akane. “Besides, why content ourselves with such cheap shit? I told you we should have gone shopping in the Crystal District. Not this lousy flea market. I bet we can get some real nice linen and cotton there. Maybe even some fancy Moto clan silk.”
The murderous intent... it came mostly for him, didn’t it? Obvious with how agitated he was as he threw the clothes back into the pile they were from.
It was worrisome with how muddled the borders got between their emotions and sense of self.
But the calmer Akihiko will get, the better.
So Akane acquiesced in leaving the matter alone, pocketing their money in the meantime with a shake of her head. “If I recall correctly, it was I who said that we should go to the Crystal District and it was you who said you didn’t want to be surrounded by... quote, unquote: rich and fancy pricks.”
[legend="[b]Out of Character Notes[/b]"]
It is... a lot less painful when complete strangers did it though no less annoying.
The two had gone to the markets in the hopes of procuring supplies. Though food is no longer a problem, what with the Kazekage being a gracious host, they had no other clothes than the one they already wore. Of course, they wouldn’t delusion themselves to think that there would be clothes fit for them here, they did wish to buy sewing supplies and clothing to alter for their use.
Cheongsams, hakamas, kimonos and simple shirts were easy enough to find.
What made this simple task difficult was the fact that the merchants would not accept the coins they offered, thinking the two to be petty thieves and cons. It seemed to be too complex an idea, when they try to connect the riches in the twins’ pockets to the drab rags they wore. The desert’s fault, not theirs... it had been a pair of respectable shift, once upon a time.
“I don’t want your money, you brats. For all I know, they could be stolen or fools’ money! And stop touching the clothes before you dirty them! Why don’t you go back to your freak show?”
It’d be far too easy to take the clothes for themselves, to slit this idiot’s neck and leave him to choke on his own blood. It was hard just to keep a neutral expression on their face... Had to remind themselves that these commoners weren’t worthy enough of their ire.
But they promised to play nice with Suna.
“I assure you, sir, that these coins are our own and that they are genuine,” Akane sighed in a bored tone as Akihiko refused to let go of the white cheongsam in his clutches. Had they been in separate bodies, this would be the point where the younger brother would have taken off with it, really. To his chagrin, he was anchored in place by his elder sister. “What will it take to convince you to let us pack our purchases and go? Shall we call for a banker, perhaps? Or perhaps I will ask for one of your law keepers to mediate?”
“Even if those coins were real, they could still be stolen. And you’ll not waste my time with banker or law keeper for such a paltry sum! Now, leave before I call the law keepers on you.”
It’d be really far, far too easy to just kill the bastard and go.
“We don’t need to take abuse from this guy, sis. If he doesn’t want our money, then it’s his loss,” Akihiko sneered, though he could not disguise the look of disappointment in his eye from Akane. “Besides, why content ourselves with such cheap shit? I told you we should have gone shopping in the Crystal District. Not this lousy flea market. I bet we can get some real nice linen and cotton there. Maybe even some fancy Moto clan silk.”
The murderous intent... it came mostly for him, didn’t it? Obvious with how agitated he was as he threw the clothes back into the pile they were from.
It was worrisome with how muddled the borders got between their emotions and sense of self.
But the calmer Akihiko will get, the better.
So Akane acquiesced in leaving the matter alone, pocketing their money in the meantime with a shake of her head. “If I recall correctly, it was I who said that we should go to the Crystal District and it was you who said you didn’t want to be surrounded by... quote, unquote: rich and fancy pricks.”
[legend="[b]Out of Character Notes[/b]"]
- Welp.