[Kashuu is caught, then, between doing what he usually does (nothing, for the sake of pride, for the sake of normalcy) and doing something more. He's not a callous sword, after all, even if he sometimes plays the part. He always resonates a little too well with others, try as he might not to. Mutsu is certainly no exception, especially after they've come far enough to bridge many gaps that had once distanced them.
He still hesitates, though. There isn't much he can actually do in the end. As close as they've grown, he still doesn't feel like reaching out for physical affirmation would be a good idea, and words have never really been his strongest suit unless he's using them as weapons the same as his blade.]
...You need anything?
[He does scoot a little closer, since his voice is unusually soft, a little quieter than normal, like he's worried about upsetting something delicate. He glances again toward the door where nothing is, already piecing together through the handful of tiny hints what might be on the other side for Mutsu.]
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He still hesitates, though. There isn't much he can actually do in the end. As close as they've grown, he still doesn't feel like reaching out for physical affirmation would be a good idea, and words have never really been his strongest suit unless he's using them as weapons the same as his blade.]
...You need anything?
[He does scoot a little closer, since his voice is unusually soft, a little quieter than normal, like he's worried about upsetting something delicate. He glances again toward the door where nothing is, already piecing together through the handful of tiny hints what might be on the other side for Mutsu.]