☂ —— Do I smell any formidable, worthy opponents?
☂ —— This beast quenches for your blood.
[☂] — A set of purple and roseate sparked his curiosity, the hues reminding him of the sugary treat on a stick he tasted while he was on Earth— somewhere in Kabukicho. It seemed he had the knack of encountering individuals with very distinct and unique hair colors— which usually led Kamui to have a desire to fight them and take their lives with his very own bare hands. It wouldn’t be the first time of course. He even managed to impale his own subordinate through the chest with his very own hand, only because he had gotten the way of his fun.
No one got in the way of his fun.
However, this individual, a female, was not someone he was interested in fighting with— or even killing. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the stomach for it, but women were the ones who gave birth to children— to possibly potentially strong or powerful children. Children in which he would eventually get to the privilege to fight with as they officially become an adult— or when they reach their max potential. Either way, the female wasn’t about to get robbed of her life. Not today, at least.
With his habitual smile, feigning friendliness, he canted his head slightly. "Has anyone ever told you that your hair reminds them of cotton candy?"