[ she pauses in the process of reaching down for the bucket, fingers closing over air. She's quick to straighten up, leaving the bucket for now, but that leaves her standing before his gaze with her thoughts conflicting and clashing with each other. Kojuro had been quite the influence on her, from what she'd observed, the way he handled Masamune and his temper, how he looked out for him but refused to coddle him. And while Takane has had her fair share of experience in dealing with the tempers and personalities of others and getting her point across-- she can't be as straightforward.
She would excuse herself - he's given her that opening, she's still angry and concerned and upset - but in the same way she'd caught his attention, the sound of her name is what stills her. To catch her off-guard? To hold her there for a little longer?
... No. To her, it's Masamune's way of understanding, the way he's entirely too blunt at times, and yet he understands her far more than she would have originally expected. He knows she's guarding the rest of her words. And he's inviting it, as difficult as it is for her to continue. ]
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She would excuse herself - he's given her that opening, she's still angry and concerned and upset - but in the same way she'd caught his attention, the sound of her name is what stills her. To catch her off-guard? To hold her there for a little longer?
... No. To her, it's Masamune's way of understanding, the way he's entirely too blunt at times, and yet he understands her far more than she would have originally expected. He knows she's guarding the rest of her words. And he's inviting it, as difficult as it is for her to continue. ]
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