[ @ausrawingedâ ] || ' Â you do not have to hold it quite so tightly. Â '
       Core drums pathetically to the obvious, yet finds it in himself to, instead, do the exact opposite - grip of steel and muscles tense enough that it hurt. Stubborn as Sandalphon is, something about the other just fueled further impatience and before more words dared to leave those lips of the same man who dared to peek on his notebook so ever neatly tucked in his pocket, handle of a spare katana shatters, echoes of steel clanging harshly into dirt and the frown creasing further the more noise his mind has.
       " I know. " Yet? Voice remains free of that irritation, a false security before the storm â he's been getting better at just tolerating Lucio's company the further he tries to 'befriend' him. And so is his part of it that means trying with effort akin to the power of the cosmos to not pop a vein at each nonsensical crap he says. First it were fish, then something about the slime creatures just not having enough of the Primarch but not his stupid face. Now? Shattered weapon from training when he didn't even have a chance to try it in in turn of sparing his signature katanas to have a day.
        " At least we know I need a stronger Iron. " A dry jest, which mirrors that defeated smirk spread in usual gentle pale skin.











