[Fieldwork is always dirty. That's just par for the course. But it sucks even if Kanesada knows it's always going to be that way. So, yeah, his clothes are going to get a little bit muddy, thanks to the rain, and soil has already found its way beneath his nails, even though he's only been out here for, what, five? Ten minutes?
Mutsunokami doesn't let it slide, either, and though he means to keep an eye out for another coughing fit, he can't help but kindly tell the other sword to fuck off anyway. A man has his pride! His honor! Just let him get these radishes in peace!
He's in the process of tugging a pretty sizable radish free when Mutsunokami finally coughs again. Only worse than he had at first. Kanesada abandons his toils and moves to Mutsunokami's side to lightly beat on his back. For all the snapping he does at Mutsunokami, it's clear he's struggling with something in his body. He can't just sit by and watch him suffer.]
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Mutsunokami doesn't let it slide, either, and though he means to keep an eye out for another coughing fit, he can't help but kindly tell the other sword to fuck off anyway. A man has his pride! His honor! Just let him get these radishes in peace!
He's in the process of tugging a pretty sizable radish free when Mutsunokami finally coughs again. Only worse than he had at first. Kanesada abandons his toils and moves to Mutsunokami's side to lightly beat on his back. For all the snapping he does at Mutsunokami, it's clear he's struggling with something in his body. He can't just sit by and watch him suffer.]