[He saw that smile, Yuanji. And he heard the laughter, too. You can't deny that you found this little display of affection amusing, alright.
Jiroutachi watches as Hakata picks up the practise weapon and hands it off to the next challenger (poor random npc unit). No rest for the wicked, is there? Sighing glumly, Jiroutachi routes the shoulder of his swordarm and flexes his fingers before he gets into position again.
Gods, it really is warm. It's a good thing he opted to go without make up today, it would have ended up all over his face and made himself look like quite the idiot.]
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Jiroutachi watches as Hakata picks up the practise weapon and hands it off to the next challenger (poor random npc unit). No rest for the wicked, is there? Sighing glumly, Jiroutachi routes the shoulder of his swordarm and flexes his fingers before he gets into position again.
Gods, it really is warm. It's a good thing he opted to go without make up today, it would have ended up all over his face and made himself look like quite the idiot.]
Will I have tomorrow off, Yuanji-sama?