き・せ・か・え♡

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Everything went to shit once those cocoons opened up, but at least that was well within the realm of expectation. Midare swats aside the remainders of a charred bush with the point of his boot, then turns to grin over his shoulder at Fudou.

Far be it from him to contradict Midare, especially with that strange light in the tantou’s eyes. Issei does not say anything, for a moment, choosing instead to watch Midare with careful attention.

Isn’t it always about that? Midare beams at the Saniwa, but even with his eyes shining so brightly, there’s a twinge of sadness to his aura -- because he knows what he must do, and it pains him to leave his Master behind.

When they are not meant for decoration, tantou are suited for battle – indoor battle, typically, much like the wakizashi worn by samurai. Uchigatana are abandoned at the entrance of a castle; tantou are not. It is their duty to stay by their master’s side, unquestioning, rarely unsheathed but in the most dire of moments.

Aruji-san is honest about his feelings, and it makes Midare smile, though a hint of sadness tugs within his chest. He turns to face the Saniwa fully, reaching up to fiddle with his red scarf; once it’s adjusted more to his liking, Midare brushes aside a few locks of that silky-white hair. His clear-lacquered nails glint in the dim light of the mansion’s doorway.

There was the silence and Forrest was - for a moment - afraid that he had insulted the other person, or that they were about to insult him for being a man in his dress, but then he suddenly starts with his name.

Forrest calls his dad ‘Father?’ Humans could be so cute! Midare beamed at his new friend, perfectly content with how their introductions had unfolded. (And to think some of the other swords were concerned about his social skills! He was just fine, right?)

“You look like you did well, Midare,” Ichigo says with pride.

Midare wants to joke that he’ll only go if Ichigo carries him, but he knows how much his brother worries, so he decides against it. Instead, he flicks the blood from his blade and shows it proudly; there’s only the slightest tarnish against the steel.

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Helping with fabrics was one thing, but there was something about this ‘stranger’ that gave Midare a moment’s pause. The fancy state of dress, that familiar face-shape... Hadn’t he just heard of someone fitting this description? It took him a few beats of silence, but his face soon broke out into a grin of clarity.

“Well, there’s plenty more than that…  Increased durability, speed, shapeshifting, no obligation to sleep or eat, a drastically lengthened lifespan…” As she talks, Pearl ticks her list off on her fingers, before pausing.

“... I was talking more about attitude than, like, physical stuff, but I guess we’re on the same page anyway.”

       ❪ ♚ ❫ The several questions that come his way are somewhat amusing; it’s a good thing he seems to be so interested, and the questions whether or not his son was human wasn’t all very impressive either ( for all he knows, many in this city weren’t human, and even his own two elder siblings, Corrin and Kamui, weren’t ). It’s strangely exciting, too, because where he failed with Forrest, he wished not to with this stranger.

Sounds like a beautiful new friendship was awaiting him! The tantou smiled vibrantly at Leon, his excitement evident in the rocking of his feet from heeled boot to pointed toe.

       ❪ ♚ ❫ Regardless of whether one liked the staring or not ( he had thought, though, that those who did simply liked the attention ), it was nonetheless rude of the prince. He does not mean to, and would rather not keep with the act, even with the agreement with the other.

Now that was interesting. Midare placed his outfit of choice back onto the clothing rack, his eyebrows raising in evident surprise.

       ❝ Ah– I have been staring, have I not? ❞

“You don’t have to stop staring, if you don’t want to. I like it!”

“I guess that depends on who you ask. Some people say that a good sword has a soul from the start... But other people think it takes about 100 years.”