Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

He chews his food softly, not in any rush to go anywhere. After all, he has a pretty woman keeping him company. Where else must he be? 

So he watches Satsu heed his offer, stripping a piece of meat from the deer. She’s clumsy though. Horribly so. Or maybe a better word would be messy? She seems unpracticed when she rips the meat off, though upon further look into her eyes, he sees something else. He can’t quite place it, he can’t read minds after all. He has a feeling that it’s something odd though.

He tries a casual approach. “Darling, darling,” he interjects softly with a laugh. “so messy. Do it slower.” He says it in an educational type of way. Soft, but not overly so — informative.

The Grandmaster steps closer to her, not urging her to stay if she doesn’t feel like it. He’d show her. He starts at the left hip and moves up the ribs. Carefully cutting away the meet with his teeth and tearing what needs to be torn. The end result is neater than her own. Though, he’s unaware of her internal turmoil making her sloppy, he assumes she just doesn’t know how.

He drops the piece back onto the deer after taking a small bite from it. “See? Calm and precise.” He adds behind a mouthful of food and an easy smirk.