[As soon as the help token has left his hand, Mikazuki takes a step closer.
Those fingers who look so delicate have a surprisingly strong grasp on the younger tachi's chin as he pushes it up.
Maybe it's a trick of the light but Mikazuki's eyes seem to be darker than usual, and by contrast the crescent moon in them is that much more visible. It makes him look vaguely sinister in the not very well-lit corridor.
And in spite of the strong grip, those fingers are still gentle. His thumb is even rubbing against the white skin, a bit like he did earlier wiping off the blood.]
Is it so surprising that I would have a interest in you?
[They are related, after all. Not the same swordsmiths, but still from the same school. Tsurumaru is younger but not by that much, barely seventy years. Given his gap with some of the others it's almost negligible.]
Or that I would look out for Aruji's interests on top of my own?
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Those fingers who look so delicate have a surprisingly strong grasp on the younger tachi's chin as he pushes it up.
Maybe it's a trick of the light but Mikazuki's eyes seem to be darker than usual, and by contrast the crescent moon in them is that much more visible. It makes him look vaguely sinister in the not very well-lit corridor.
And in spite of the strong grip, those fingers are still gentle. His thumb is even rubbing against the white skin, a bit like he did earlier wiping off the blood.]
Is it so surprising that I would have a interest in you?
[They are related, after all. Not the same swordsmiths, but still from the same school. Tsurumaru is younger but not by that much, barely seventy years. Given his gap with some of the others it's almost negligible.]
Or that I would look out for Aruji's interests on top of my own?