[Not doing anything is pretty much how Mikazuki spends his days... or at least how he expects everyone to think he spends his days when he's not out there one-shot obliterating enemy ootachis.]
How nice, how nice.
[He will follow to the room and settle down on a cushion, but keep Tsurumaru's cloak draped around his shoulders - it's nice and soft and warm.]
Now, bring something sweet if it's tea, or salty if it's sake, will you? Those go best together.
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How nice, how nice.
[He will follow to the room and settle down on a cushion, but keep Tsurumaru's cloak draped around his shoulders - it's nice and soft and warm.]
Now, bring something sweet if it's tea, or salty if it's sake, will you? Those go best together.