( It isn't much and it cleans off easily with how damp the towel is. Setting the towel aside, he's quiet as Mikazuki carries on as usual. He watches the tea pour or rather, he watches Mikazuki's hands and he looks away, into the garden. It's getting later, the others are beginning to settle for the evening.
Will he be more careful? He considers it and he leans against Mikazuki. He's an old spirit, a lot more tired than he lets on. He doesn't answer directly, instead, humming thoughtfully. The right answer is easy enough to say but he won't make fleeting promises. )
... I'll consider it.
( A begrudging promise but only because Mikazuki asked. To make that point, he'll reach to take Mikazuki's hand too, fingers light like feathers, touch cold but warm. )
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Will he be more careful? He considers it and he leans against Mikazuki. He's an old spirit, a lot more tired than he lets on. He doesn't answer directly, instead, humming thoughtfully. The right answer is easy enough to say but he won't make fleeting promises. )
... I'll consider it.
( A begrudging promise but only because Mikazuki asked. To make that point, he'll reach to take Mikazuki's hand too, fingers light like feathers, touch cold but warm. )