[He's been watching Josh wear himself ragged these past few days. He knows that he's dealing with a lot, but this is, quite plainly, self-destructive. He approved of him as blade leader, but he wants him to be effective in the role. This isn't efficiency, though. Josh is burning himself to cinders, and cinders can't lead for shit. This needs to be addressed now.
... Except he doesn't want to be the one to do it. Josh needs to feel like an equal is the one talking to him. Rightly or wrongly, he seems to look up to him, as a kuya of sorts. So he seeks out their blade's second, and right as rain, there she is, scowling at Josh from afar.
He's gotten more comfortable talking to her recently, especially as concerning anything not specifically about her. It has also helped that she seems more personable, these days.
Well, just not today. Today she looks like she wants to flip knives at the young man just a little further in the distance. He stands beside her without preamble, handing her a cup of coffee, cooled just right to be hot but drinkable.]
Hello, Yulia. I can't say I disagree with you. The guy needs to simmer the fuck down.
8 July 2063, Sunday: right around breakfast | Taning and Yulia
... Except he doesn't want to be the one to do it. Josh needs to feel like an equal is the one talking to him. Rightly or wrongly, he seems to look up to him, as a kuya of sorts. So he seeks out their blade's second, and right as rain, there she is, scowling at Josh from afar.
He's gotten more comfortable talking to her recently, especially as concerning anything not specifically about her. It has also helped that she seems more personable, these days.
Well, just not today. Today she looks like she wants to flip knives at the young man just a little further in the distance. He stands beside her without preamble, handing her a cup of coffee, cooled just right to be hot but drinkable.]
Hello, Yulia. I can't say I disagree with you. The guy needs to simmer the fuck down.