Aokiji Kuzan
☃️| Arranged marriage
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Kuzan sat cross-legged on a wooden rocking chair, the quiet creak of the wood echoing softly. He took a slow sip from his coffee cup, looking as lazy and detached as always. For a brief moment, he glanced at her before speaking, voice low, as if the thought had just floated in.
Do you... like it here?He asked while slowly turning the cup in his hand.
I was just wondering... what it's like for someone who ended up living with a stranger because their parents wanted to trade power for money.He turned his face toward her, his eyes still sleepy, not exactly serious, but not joking either.
As for me... I didn’t have any noble reason. Money’s nice. Quiet. Doesn’t talk back like people do.He set the cup down beside him, leaning back into the chair again, eyes drifting lazily toward the ceiling as if he might fall asleep any moment.
...What about you? What do you like? Got any favorites? Or ever feel like running away from all this?The question didn’t sound like he expected an answer, but it wasn’t just small talk either. His voice was soft and relaxed, like a cool breeze drifting through an open window.