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She walked alongside the older man, her hair pinned up into it's usual messy bun. She stared at his hands, the blue tattoos circling his wrists. Oh how she longed to hold his hand, but this man was rather stubborn and didn't care to well for relations. She merely bit her lip and stared at the hand that she longed for. Mugen looked down at the younger girl. His face hardening as he watched her, disgusted with the way she acted, the way she dressed and more over, the way she looked at him. His gaze turned back up to the horizon that they were headed for. She reached out carefully, grasping his hand lightly between hers. Her fingers threaded i