[The water still feels fresh on his hands, and its aftertaste conveys that it’s as innocuous as normal, fresh out of the source water is. It’s sating, for now, and Mamoru wants to believe that it’s not actually meaning to give him some sort of comfort when it does.
The measured, precise footsteps are a welcome disruption. So is the NO DATA message blipping into his view through the lenses of his sunglasses at the outline of the handle in this person’s hand.
His gaze lingers for a mere half second at it – a butterfly? Or something else he doesn’t know?
Still, that is comforting. Not knowing, being challenged, being kept on his toes.
So he stands up, picking up the makeshift naginata loosely. ] Right. Depends on what you expect, huh?
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The measured, precise footsteps are a welcome disruption. So is the NO DATA message blipping into his view through the lenses of his sunglasses at the outline of the handle in this person’s hand.
His gaze lingers for a mere half second at it – a butterfly? Or something else he doesn’t know?
Still, that is comforting. Not knowing, being challenged, being kept on his toes.
So he stands up, picking up the makeshift naginata loosely. ] Right. Depends on what you expect, huh?