#arrives late with starbucks. pinkity drinkity.

[godkilller]

"Nah," he says, sliding off his branch and dropping, with a softness more catlike than his canine attributes would betray. The soft jingle of bells is the only indication that he's moved at all. "--not t'mortals anyway. If ya'd gotten here fifty years earlier, I wouldn'ta known a thing." He'd been human himself, then. "'m sorry ta say my master's out." He volunteers, even if the information had not been asked for. Chances are the kami had not been looking for the daitengu, but it is also awfully coincidental that they should be wandering here when this shrine is so remote. "What brings ya?"

A FLEETING GUISE OF AMUSEMENT STRETCHED ITS WAY INTO A SMILE, mentions of a master made the kami want to tease and prod akin to a crow tugging at one's tail. He could taste the scent from its sheer potency, it resided so thickly upon the spirit before him that he knew this master's name without them being announced. Whether or not a shrine was considered... remote meant little to the kami. He could find shrines whilst drowsing away in a lazy nap, truly, the gravitational pulls were difficult to ignore. No matter how neglected or abandoned, Gin could drift toward them all the same.

❝ Can I not take a stroll through the mountains like my kin? It's quiet here. ❞ Whispers of scattered wishes aside, the air was indeed quieter here. But Gin wasn't complaining about the swirling cluster of hushed yearning prayers that flowed around him akin to fireflies. No, he merely waved a hand, a dismissive little gesture that brought the lengthy drape of his sleeve to sway and shift. Azure eyes peeked through silver lashes, piercing into the very soul of all who fell beneath the vibrant gaze.

❝ If you two consider terrorizin' any villagers below for a quick snack 'n dash of worship, think 'bout how awful it'd be if I have to intervene... ❞ It'd be a grand shame if he'd been granting plentiful harvests only for those crops to be spent trying to appease this apparent boredom roused between guardian and its master. The thoughts weren't far from the other's mind, albeit Gin didn't taste any further into that slew of memories available at his unveiled glance. He sealed his eyes, an idle shrug whilst he spared Abarai's mind some privacy.

❝ Go lure a few merchants off th' mountain pass if you're so plagued. I won't mind, they should know better by now not to stray from their lil paths. ❞