A Game of Chance [Ima]

Sagumi’s behavior, funnily enough, did not change and he remained a passive statue on his perch, regardless of how closely her rather attractive posterior came to grazing his face. His expression did not even indicate he was aware how close her rear was to his face as the stoic grin remained plastered to his personage. Nozomi finding him again had changed his behavior it would seem, if these two had been meeting no later than a year ago, their conversation would involve considerably more touching and considerably less talking, but the man was finding this enjoyable in his own way, this girl displaying mannerisms that would have had him wrapped around her finger in rather short manner. While this was hardly the time for introspection, Sagumi had to marvel at just how different he had become in such a short amount of time, not enough to not enjoy women who lived their lives eighty percent naked, but enough that thus far the touch barrier had not been broken.

When she spoke again later, Sagumi’s stoic gaze fell for a moment, but not quite for the reason she expected. Perhaps her choices in apparel were in fact compensating for something. Sagumi’s head dropped slightly as she finished using her rationale as to why he somehow owed her an apology for taking a sneak peek and while, ignoring that he didn’t agree with her on his need to apologize, he did in fact reposition himself for a better look, the girl had been asleep at the time, she had no idea what the turn of events was and as such, she had to operate solely off of conjecture, a scholarly subject that Sagumi was more than familiar with, a subject she was woefully ill equipped to tangle with him in. Sagumi displaying something close to his true speed in this form, gently touched off the branch, rotating in the air before coming to a stop, inverting himself while holding on to the air above the pair, seemingly standing on the atmosphere as if were the ground, coming to a stop with his face no more than a few inches away from hers. To her however, given the rather massive gap in speed and power between them, it would seem as if Sagumi just teleported into that position in the blink of an eye. The familiar grin back on his face.

“If one of my students tried to use such a flawed argument on me, I’d throw them off the mountain. I have already demonstrated my ability to fly, you have no idea if I noticed you from the ground or the sky, the leaves above us would do little to hide those admittedly fascinating breasts from a bird’s eye view. In addition, why human? Humans are hardly the only species who views your kind with contempt. Shinigami, Iramasha, Humans, Sueki, and all manner of other creatures find your kind rather degenerate. What made you settle on human?”

Much like her, despite his rather chastising response to her critical thinking skills, he was rather enjoying this encounter. It was not normal to meet someone who did not respond to him with some form of violence or disgust, his female students usually managing to utilize both simultaneously. So he would enjoy her while he could for as long as he could. Hopefully she wouldn't start boring him before any of Nozomi's robotic bloodhounds managed to finish tracking him and his vicarious behavior down.