"The History Club?" Kibitoshin echoed, head to one side. This time the traces of recognition laced into his expression were still there, but when it came to any real knowledge he was decidedly lacking.
Still, he tried his best to remember- the last thing he wanted to do was give the impression he was simple. Even though he kind of was. But there was no reason to let Homura know that. A vague image of a notice listing all the clubs and their pinwheeled through his memory. Why couldn't they just have picked names that fit with their goals?!
Surprisingly, it only took a second for something important to come to mind. Wasn't the History Club the one dedicated to... um... revenge? In all honesty, Kibitoshin still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the idea of revenge. Killing Bibidi didn't exactly weighed heavily on his conscience, but in the occasional wistful moment he couldn't help but wish he'd caught himself first. The universe hadn't mourned the wizard's death, that was true, yet almost straight away his son had leapt up to take his place and the problem had started all over again.
Homura was probably expecting an answer. He chose his words carefully, remembering his manners- even if the man did seem to take a worrying level of enjoyment from watching for a reaction, that didn't mean he was going to be rude. "O-oh. The leader, huh? That must be pretty rough"
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Still, he tried his best to remember- the last thing he wanted to do was give the impression he was simple. Even though he kind of was. But there was no reason to let Homura know that. A vague image of a notice listing all the clubs and their pinwheeled through his memory. Why couldn't they just have picked names that fit with their goals?!
Surprisingly, it only took a second for something important to come to mind. Wasn't the History Club the one dedicated to... um... revenge? In all honesty, Kibitoshin still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about the idea of revenge. Killing Bibidi didn't exactly weighed heavily on his conscience, but in the occasional wistful moment he couldn't help but wish he'd caught himself first. The universe hadn't mourned the wizard's death, that was true, yet almost straight away his son had leapt up to take his place and the problem had started all over again.
Homura was probably expecting an answer. He chose his words carefully, remembering his manners- even if the man did seem to take a worrying level of enjoyment from watching for a reaction, that didn't mean he was going to be rude. "O-oh. The leader, huh? That must be pretty rough"