A team of assassins?... Headed by this boy? It sounded like a joke, especially the way that Omi grinned, but Kurama knew better than to trust expressions. Even if his roommate did look like a kid, that didn't mean he thought like one.
And he couldn't really judge, could he? Yusuke and Kuwabara had started their 'detective work' when they were fourteen. And Kurama, too, if he really wanted to count that. Though he might have looked fourteen at the time, that certainly wasn't his true age.
It would explain the weapon proficiencies, as well as his ability to take charge last night. At the time, Kurama thought it was out of necessity, but looking back now, he could see the connection more clearly.
Truthfully, Kurama wasn't sure if he believed him or not. The idea of florist/assassins wasn't that ridiculous--at least not as ridiculous as a spirit thief or a middle schooler working for the realm of the dead or being humanity's defendant against demons. Still, it would set his mind at ease to know that this place wasn't abducting normal children.
Kurama gave a shrug at Omi's suggestion. "Who knows. Maybe if you could elaborate, I could tell you if it seems too far-fetched. Believe me, though, I've seen stranger things." Like a twelve year old boy fighting on a team that was bent on the destruction of the entire human race. The thought of his fight with "Game Master" Amanuma was still a sore spot for Kurama, even if the child had been brought back from the dead after the apocalypse was averted.
But it seemed that Kurama would have to wait for his answers, since the intercom chose that moment to break in with a shift change. "Or not. I guess we'll have to talk about this later." They could potentially go to the same place since they were both under eighteen, but Kurama didn't want to press Omi too much and he already seemed nervous to be talking about this. Kurama only wanted answers, not to isolate his roommate.
no subject
And he couldn't really judge, could he? Yusuke and Kuwabara had started their 'detective work' when they were fourteen. And Kurama, too, if he really wanted to count that. Though he might have looked fourteen at the time, that certainly wasn't his true age.
It would explain the weapon proficiencies, as well as his ability to take charge last night. At the time, Kurama thought it was out of necessity, but looking back now, he could see the connection more clearly.
Truthfully, Kurama wasn't sure if he believed him or not. The idea of florist/assassins wasn't that ridiculous--at least not as ridiculous as a spirit thief or a middle schooler working for the realm of the dead or being humanity's defendant against demons. Still, it would set his mind at ease to know that this place wasn't abducting normal children.
Kurama gave a shrug at Omi's suggestion. "Who knows. Maybe if you could elaborate, I could tell you if it seems too far-fetched. Believe me, though, I've seen stranger things." Like a twelve year old boy fighting on a team that was bent on the destruction of the entire human race. The thought of his fight with "Game Master" Amanuma was still a sore spot for Kurama, even if the child had been brought back from the dead after the apocalypse was averted.
But it seemed that Kurama would have to wait for his answers, since the intercom chose that moment to break in with a shift change. "Or not. I guess we'll have to talk about this later." They could potentially go to the same place since they were both under eighteen, but Kurama didn't want to press Omi too much and he already seemed nervous to be talking about this. Kurama only wanted answers, not to isolate his roommate.