[Maybe the scarecrows would have listened. That's a big if because when do farmers pay attention to sense when they're paranoid. A stream of rabbits race past like some massive beast is on their heels.
It's not that far off. Atsushi is chasing after them, the drum of his inhuman tiger feet a steady rhythm. He'd transformed his arms and feet, thinking that would be enough to drive off anything feeding on the crops. He skids to a stop halfway into the circle of scarecrows and blinks like someone coming out of a dream.
His brows come down as he sighs, scratching at his temples with one sharp claw.] Are they doing this again? I thought they'd...
[Another sigh. ] Sir? How long have you been working in the field today?
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It's not that far off. Atsushi is chasing after them, the drum of his inhuman tiger feet a steady rhythm. He'd transformed his arms and feet, thinking that would be enough to drive off anything feeding on the crops. He skids to a stop halfway into the circle of scarecrows and blinks like someone coming out of a dream.
His brows come down as he sighs, scratching at his temples with one sharp claw.] Are they doing this again? I thought they'd...
[Another sigh. ] Sir? How long have you been working in the field today?