[ ... Sigh. So much for a peaceful work environment. (Yeah, he let that entire exchange happen.)
Instead of shouting back to Rin immediately, Muramasa's exasperated tone rings out from around the corner of the door to the forge, where he sits at his station at the fire, pumping air into the charcoal at a steady, slow pace, working on melting down another batch of salvaged scrap. Of course he'd focused on getting the fire to the right heat before he started acknowledging the ruckus. ]
And? You know the deal, quit interrogating 'em.
[ What kind of assistant are you, Rin? If someone needs him for work, he'll take it, no matter what kind of weird sonovabitch they end up being.
no subject
Instead of shouting back to Rin immediately, Muramasa's exasperated tone rings out from around the corner of the door to the forge, where he sits at his station at the fire, pumping air into the charcoal at a steady, slow pace, working on melting down another batch of salvaged scrap. Of course he'd focused on getting the fire to the right heat before he started acknowledging the ruckus. ]
And? You know the deal, quit interrogating 'em.
[ What kind of assistant are you, Rin? If someone needs him for work, he'll take it, no matter what kind of weird sonovabitch they end up being.