by Moto Butaj on Wed May 03, 2017 9:49 am
He grins at her affectionately. He still adores her in a way that really needs no definitions. "Butaj hasn't seen him ever since. Maybe he ran into some love drama and skinned up? He hasn't come to Butaj for love advice though. He would be better off if he had." Butaj shrugs. "Butaj has found that they know more of the outside than they publicly let on, so we are not as huge a surprise to them as they want us to believe. They play it up to bend us to their customs, to be more like them, it's convenient for them. Some are more like that, some are curious of who we are, some just want our horses and knowledge of the Sands. They keep things close to their chests, so sometimes it's our honesty against their duplicity. But their culture makes them often unhappy, with lots of bad, pent-up juices. Forbidden this, forbidden that, don't be yourself..." Butaj parrots Fukawa and mocks fanning himself with his hand, then laughs and shrugs. "But sometimes it's all not at all and everything is fine, like with Butaj's dear Yuki. So as it always is, we need to sift friend from foe and give each what they deserve."
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