( That Mikazuki is a sword? How he looks in those brief moments when he's covered in the blood of his enemies. It's beautiful.
When he's pushed forward, he moves easily, one step going in front of the other until he's taken his first step into the all too familiar room. )
Alright, alright~! ( He laughs, tossing his head back and walking the rest of the way into the room, taking a seat on a cushion and setting his sword down in front of him. ) I might be red and white now but staying like this for too long isn't much of a surprise!
( Because honestly, for all of his cold talk about looking like a crane and being beautiful like this.... he hates being dirty. )
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( That Mikazuki is a sword? How he looks in those brief moments when he's covered in the blood of his enemies. It's beautiful.
When he's pushed forward, he moves easily, one step going in front of the other until he's taken his first step into the all too familiar room. )
Alright, alright~! ( He laughs, tossing his head back and walking the rest of the way into the room, taking a seat on a cushion and setting his sword down in front of him. ) I might be red and white now but staying like this for too long isn't much of a surprise!
( Because honestly, for all of his cold talk about looking like a crane and being beautiful like this.... he hates being dirty. )