[ unfortunately (or fortunately?) for sakura, odasaku's incredibly stubborn...maybe as much as her. he stands up straight, trying to play off the sweat that's beading on his forehead despite the cold weather or the way that his chest continues to rise and fall after his sorry excuse of a run.
his legs ache, too, but he'll especially ignore that. the last thing he wants is to prove sakura right, after all.
he nods towards the bow. ]
I'm not gonna let you go on some sort of possible suicide mission. [ he's seen enough of that in his own memory. ] Let me help you. If things get bad, I have something that might be more useful than a bow.
[ and he'll open his bag to show sakura...even though it's dark, the street lamp shines enough to show the silhouette of a gun. ]
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[ unfortunately (or fortunately?) for sakura, odasaku's incredibly stubborn...maybe as much as her. he stands up straight, trying to play off the sweat that's beading on his forehead despite the cold weather or the way that his chest continues to rise and fall after his sorry excuse of a run.
his legs ache, too, but he'll especially ignore that. the last thing he wants is to prove sakura right, after all.
he nods towards the bow. ]
I'm not gonna let you go on some sort of possible suicide mission. [ he's seen enough of that in his own memory. ] Let me help you. If things get bad, I have something that might be more useful than a bow.
[ and he'll open his bag to show sakura...even though it's dark, the street lamp shines enough to show the silhouette of a gun. ]