[ bishamon, too, is dressed in her uniform, but that isn't much of a surprise, given it's one of the few things she owns now. but as nobunaga draws near, she'll see the slight modification the blonde woman has made to them for the purposes of her task that evening — the pants she favored so much the other day now disregarded for the skirt, the jacket still missing, and the red top button down to the middle of her chest, where her sleeves are ignored and tied tight around her chest. the slight sheen of sweat on her skin highlights the bruises and cuts visible there, telling of a long day of rigorous work out. but when nobunaga enters the space, exhaustion is cast aside for propriety, and bishamon stands straight at attention once more.
it is only when nobunaga stops and greets her that bishamon speaks in return. ]
Nobunaga.
[ there is only a brief moment of hesitation, and then she is leaning forward, just low enough that her gaze falls on the other woman's feet rather than her face. ]
Please allow me to apologize for my behavior the other day. You were... attempting to console me, and I wouldn't hear any of it. I am... sorry. For walking out on you.
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it is only when nobunaga stops and greets her that bishamon speaks in return. ]
Nobunaga.
[ there is only a brief moment of hesitation, and then she is leaning forward, just low enough that her gaze falls on the other woman's feet rather than her face. ]
Please allow me to apologize for my behavior the other day. You were... attempting to console me, and I wouldn't hear any of it. I am... sorry. For walking out on you.