"Well, she probably could..." Yuki chuckled.  It was a silly thought.  He wondered what went into having mouth hands.  An experiment?  A bloodline?  A jutsu gone wrong (or right)?<br/><br/>He ended up thinking on how in the world the food would travel to the stomach from there without arms being far too large, and he was about to BRILLIANTLY explain this to Kotone when she brought up his past with all the smoothness of eighty grit sandpaper.<br/><br/>That gave him pause.<br/><br/>It was not an easy subject to discuss, to be certain, but he was not exactly ashamed of it, either.<br/><br/>There was a lot he could say about his mother or his father, and how he felt about both of them.<br/><br/>He tried, really he did, to be smooth about it. "Ah...well, I do honor my mother's looks far more than my father's.  That's what it's because of."<br/><br/>Rubbing the back of his head, he fell silent, content to end the conversation somewhat nonsensically.<br/><br/>He had worked hard to put the 'noble half' of his blood behind him, but it always came up sooner or later.  Who he was today was a result of his own hard work, not a bloodline with a history of arrogance, inbreeding, and other practices that he was glad had been ended.<br/><br/>However, even all of his hard work didn't stop everyone from thinking whatever stupid ideas got into their heads...