[Mikazuki grits his teeth as the hold on his hand tightens, then shields his eyes and face against the explosion of light and flower petals.
He breathes a bit easier when what emerges from it is white and not black, and the corner of his mouth twitches when of course Tsurumaru has to be cheeky about it. But when the Date swords rush forward, he extends an arm to stop them.]
Not just yet. Wait until Aruji gets here.
[He'd rather have her confirm that things are alright first than risk injury to someone else.
But he does answer the whispered question with a weak laugh.]
I could do without that kind of surprises, Tsurumaru.
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He breathes a bit easier when what emerges from it is white and not black, and the corner of his mouth twitches when of course Tsurumaru has to be cheeky about it. But when the Date swords rush forward, he extends an arm to stop them.]
Not just yet. Wait until Aruji gets here.
[He'd rather have her confirm that things are alright first than risk injury to someone else.
But he does answer the whispered question with a weak laugh.]
I could do without that kind of surprises, Tsurumaru.