Tal's problem was that, with three older sisters, he practically had the words "dearest baby brother" tattooed on his forehead, much to his chagrin. At least he had enough experience to know when fleeing was futile - which was how he'd gotten roped into his current errand - and he made his wary way over to where the beautiful older woman was doing... something?
He glanced at the spa with a darting glance that immediately returned to Hotaru's face as his worst fears were confirmed. He wasn't sure exactly what those fears were, but he hadn't forgotten how she'd gotten the upper verbal hand on him before, and he was determined not to give her any more openings this time.
Ah, optimistic youth.
"I mean... I can chop firewood with the best of them," he returned cautiously, even as his attention was drawn to the slingshot. He hadn't picked one up since he was a kid... "How about you and that?" He nodded to the little weapon, a genuinely curious question slipping out in spite of his best intentions.
He glanced at the spa with a darting glance that immediately returned to Hotaru's face as his worst fears were confirmed. He wasn't sure exactly what those fears were, but he hadn't forgotten how she'd gotten the upper verbal hand on him before, and he was determined not to give her any more openings this time.
Ah, optimistic youth.
"I mean... I can chop firewood with the best of them," he returned cautiously, even as his attention was drawn to the slingshot. He hadn't picked one up since he was a kid... "How about you and that?" He nodded to the little weapon, a genuinely curious question slipping out in spite of his best intentions.
