fulmen—s:

_{≺ ϟ ≻ ——-   A thick line supra his right ocular— where his dinstictive lightning mark was engraved, would rise, due to her statement that imprinted his gumption. Peturbation has now suffused his virile lineaments. A transaction that divulged flippant recreation over this situation that he found himself hauled in. Yet easily cached from his facet.— Exposing the slightest contemplations in such manner wouldn’t be sage to perform it, from his pleura. It was apparent that he shall be beholden to the abominable man— his father, for providing his mere assistance on instructing the thunder mage, to such. But alas, this is something that shall never reveal out loud. Ivan was Ivan— nothing but an enemy of his, that could crush in an instant, once he dares to to touch a single strand of one of Laxus’ comrades.}

_{“You’re a pain in the ass.”}

_{≺ ϟ ≻ ——-   Onsetting his manly features in abatement, he took his time on comprehending with this situation. Had he to avow— it was tough to earn the upper hand, in such condition, yet not impossible. Regardless, should he find a way to have his queries responded? With such comportment it would be a tough opus. It was overt that there are times when he had to hold his horses and play along with such lines. Even though the words that had just absconded his mouth, in a deep modus, revealed disturbance that was evoked— he can effordlessly give it a try and tranquilize her. Seemingly she was suspicious of him, knowing that he had never set foot in such place, with such abnormal pressure. Who knows—- this unexpected encounter might be profitable, after all. Might he wasn’t expert at words, but no one forbidded him for giving a try.}

_{“— I suggest you to get any thoughts of me, bein’ a potential enemy to you, out of your head. Like said— i was merely passin’ by.” A concise halt before giving continuation over his response.}

_{“Laxus.— Laxus Dreyar.”}

^{|☽❀☾| Precaution would be the one to keep a keen eye out for during situations as this, however, the way Laxus seemed to handle this whole roundabout seemed to have went rather well. Nearly mature, as most would see. He didn’t offer any acrimony, nor did he hold any negative aspects in character. Perhaps he wasn’t as bad as what she thought of him to be after all. By only a few centimeters, darkened lips would curve downward in thought. Secluded curiosity brimmed throughout demeanor. It was almost hard to believe, a male such as himself sauntering about Konoha territory. If she wasn’t mistaken, shouldn’t he have been in his hometown instead of a village inhabited with ninja and many flourishing prosperities? Just by looking at him alone made it clear that his hometown didn’t offer any necessities Konoha provided.}

^{It was far too skeptical, especially for Sakura herself.}

            ^{Perplexity subsided the slightest once he finally spoke, skull cocked a bit to the side before arms motioned behind her frame. Manicured digits weaving together out of habit. His essence was kind–a mere semblance of in-disturbance. Despite the crude retort’s he put forth, it almost seemed as if he had a different side to him. A side of amiability, perhaps benevolence even. But aside from that, what really confused Sakura was how he managed to travel such a far distance into Konoha boundaries alone. To travel this far, against the many conflicts he must have faced during this journey was completely unheard of. During the many years of being a shinobi, she actually encountered quite a few just like him. Bystanders, complete strangers, including newcomers like himself. But how he showed up on such an unexpected notice was out of the question. Nevertheless, whatever the case may be–Sakura could respect it no matter what the results entailed.}

^{“I see” A voice laced with solemnity caused her crown to gesture a terse nod, hardened emeralds continuing to focus upon his masculine form. “And my name is Sakura, Haruno Sakura.”}

^{“–If I may ask, how did you get here? It’s unlikely for someone such as yourself to travel such a far distance alone.”}