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The evening had been rough on Nysa today. He had already encountered three youma which had been slain readily enough. He was able to tend to his weapon's dirtied form easily enough with a handkerchief to wipe off the shell-blade. However, other aspects were not nearly as tended to.

He could swear he felt a tangle in his ponytail.

It was an annoyance, but he tried his best to pretend that it wasn't there.

Even though it was there and gnawing at his mind.

Considering the number of youma he had encountered this evening, when a small order aura came into his proximity, he soon enough found himself pursuing it. He could use an ally if more stray youma were to bother him during his patrol.

Once he was close enough, he saw a familiar head of hair and a familiar fuku. "Good evening, Miss Mintaka," he greeted as he approached. "It has been a while, yes?"

The last time she had seen him, he had been a squire, where as now he was a knight. Subconsciously he couldn't help but flourish his gossamer cape slightly.

(I do have my quotes turned off <3 )

A hint of concern did betray his calm expression as she mentioned needing to cover up a bruise, but he did not comment upon the matter. It was not the time for such a thing. He let a polite chuckle escape his lips as she described her idea about his uniform.

"You truly have an imagination, Miss Mintaka. I am not certain how practical a seahorse steed would be on dry land, but I cannot disagree with you. My uniform does seem to have a certain oceanic theme to it..."

He might have been able to speak more on the subject, but rather suddenly the girl had nearly squealed in a sort of terror over his ponytail.

"...Yes... unfortunately I have been rather busy this evening. My hair would seem to be paying the price." With care, his gloved hand went back to touch the guilty portion of his hair. "I will need to tend to this when I get home later this evening."

He was not certain how he felt about the senshi touching his ponytail, even after he had so plainly touched it. In general, he usually was not the sort to let others tend to his hair. He took great pride in his appearance.

However, it took very little time for him to have a young lady looking him in the eye, demanding that she fix his hair.

"...I am quite certain that youma are far more troubling than any tangles in my hair, Miss Mintaka." He smiled, tilting his head a hint to the left as he tapped his cheek one time with his gloved pinky.

After that single tap, his fingers went up to remove the decorative shells that were lodged in the base of his ponytail. His other hand seemed to gently tug at an unseen tie in his hair, and soon enough his hair fell down, splaying out in its true glory (plus tangles).

"However, I am not certain if I would outlast you in a debate upon the matter, Miss Mintaka. I would like to humbly request that you be gentle."

"My goodness, Miss Mintaka. I do not believe anyone could maintain a low self esteem in your presence!" The lad chuckled in amusement. "You are quite frivolous with the compliments. I do not mind... and I think very few people would mind in all honesty."

He sat in place, back straightened and hands crossed over his lap. In the palms of his gloved hands, he held onto the two decorative seashells and a ribbon that was a color quite similar to his own natural hair color. The knight seemed rather comfortable being pampered in such a manner.

"Ah, I am impressed you remember." Not many senshi had offered to assist him in his mission. He also did not anticipate any who had offered to assist to actually remember.

With an even, conversational tone, he explained how the scenario had changed. "I was not successful in locating Sailor Neptune in the city. However, I was enlightened when I went to my Wonder, as to what I should be truly doing in this city. I do still seek out Sailor Neptune, but she is no longer my priority." He was tempted to bring up his ancestor's actual words to him, but then it would require an explanation that his blood relative of the past was bound to the wonder as a ghost and essentially scolded Nysa.

Such a confession would have been rather embarrassing.

"I do appreciate your concern upon the matter, and I would appreciate if you could keep a casual eye out. However, please do not feel burdened by my mission." He could not turn to face the girl, but he did offer a gentle smile.

With one hand, the hair-brush-patient rolled his wrist high enough to loosely gesture that her praise was not offensive in the least. "It does not bother me at all, Miss Mintaka. It is refreshing."

Her inquiry about wonders and planets had him soon enough lifting up his decorative seashells to his own eye level, seeming to inspect them as he thought over the question. "A wonder is a location upon the planet which we represent. It is not the whole world of Neptune, but a location which we get our titles. I have learned that the Wonder of Nysa was a sort of underwater garden in the past, and though it is pretty enough to look at now, it far too overgrown in comparison to its former glory."

His ancestor had been very clear that the gardens were not nearly as aesthetically pleasing as it had been during the Silver Millennium.

Finishing up his inspection of his shells, he once more settled to holding them in his palm. The last question resulted in his fingers curling over the decorative pieces.

In as even and neutral a tone as he could muster, he put his response rather simply. "My experiences with the Negaverse have been less than pleasant, to be honest. Aside from the fact that the youma in this city are the work of the Negaverse, I have found the agents to be deceptive and murderous." There had been too many close calls in the past for his opinion to be positive.

With the approval from his hair-brushing companion, the lad stood himself up and turned to her so she could appreciate the view from the front. His hair easily fell to mask one of his eyes as he usually wore it. It was rude keep it that way when speaking to the young lady, so he casually raked it with a gloved finger so he could look her in the eyes with his own two eyes.

"I, Miss Mintaka, am a Pacifist. My stance on this war that is waged in the city is that of a pacifist still. I do not actively go out seeking a fight. However, I am not opposed to defending myself or others if necessary. I will only strike if there is a threat."

Due to a lack of a mirror, Nysa chose to deal with his hair in a slightly different manner than his usual. Pulling his coat out a bit, he tucked the decorative seashells in a pocket, then let the coat fall as it normally would. It left him with the ribbon, which he loosely used to pull his hair back in a low ponytail rather than his typical high one.

"...I am not neutral when it comes to my stance on the Negaverse, but I do not actively seek out trouble, if that makes sense to you, Miss Mintaka."

"Neutrality may mark you as a target to the more extreme if you are not careful," he offered as advice. Her mention of a General-King was noted, though he bit his tongue when it came to some potential questions he had about the number of starseeds he had taken in the name of their cause. Someone of his rank probably had taken many in his time of service.

Now that his hair had been thoroughly pampered, he offered a small bow to the young lady before him. "I thank you for your assistance, Miss Mintaka. Now I may resume my patrol with nothing weighing my hair down."

He extended a hand to her, and if she placed her hand within his, she would soon enough find it lifted up to his lips for a gentle kiss upon the top of her knuckles.

"I bid you a good evening."