( There's a spike in his heart rate when Mikazuki grabs him from behind, the briefest burst of warmth as his blood rushes through him and then turns cold again.
He stays still, careful not to dirty Mikazuki. Even if their height is practically the same, Tsurumaru's frame is still smaller. Like a crane, he is slim and seemingly delicate. He's a twig. )
You'll get dirty like this. ( He ignores his question. He never asked what Mikazuki thought and it'll take more than this to get him to.
His free hand rests lightly on one of Mikazuki's, his fingers tracing t he shape of his hand, a light trail of blood left behind, making a point. It's the opposite action of how he'd taken his blood back from him earlier. This red is his color but he'll share it this time. ) Red doesn't suit you the same way it does me.
( The red crowned crane is his aesthetic. )
Still, it isn't a bad color on you. Is it because you're Mikazuki Munechika?
( The most beautiful sword? Even more beautiful than Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Surely, Mikazuki would look beautiful in any color. )
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He stays still, careful not to dirty Mikazuki. Even if their height is practically the same, Tsurumaru's frame is still smaller. Like a crane, he is slim and seemingly delicate.
He's a twig. )You'll get dirty like this. ( He ignores his question. He never asked what Mikazuki thought and it'll take more than this to get him to.
His free hand rests lightly on one of Mikazuki's, his fingers tracing t he shape of his hand, a light trail of blood left behind, making a point. It's the opposite action of how he'd taken his blood back from him earlier. This red is his color but he'll share it this time. ) Red doesn't suit you the same way it does me.
( The red crowned crane is his aesthetic. )
Still, it isn't a bad color on you. Is it because you're Mikazuki Munechika?
( The most beautiful sword? Even more beautiful than Tsurumaru Kuninaga. Surely, Mikazuki would look beautiful in any color. )