i haven’t anything i need in particular, no.

            ( he keeps his cool gaze upon a window, following a cardinal that was fluttering by and blocking the doll maker from his vision as much as possible. to say the least, izuru did not like the look of her, finding a bitter taste on his tongue as she advanced toward him. shivering once more at the contact with his hair and face, he sidesteps to avoid the producer. the gaze only then finds hers, and his face contorts into a small snarl. clearly, he was displeased by these events. )

      i may– but my thoughts aren’t any other’s business. 

            ( with every motion of hers, his senses went haywire. they were nearly screaming at him to get away from her, so he takes another step back. perhaps he could edge himself out and away from the situation, which, admittedly, was also causing him slight anxiety. )