[ rondo's finishing out a form when iwatooshi speaks up - he's breathing lightly, gripping the hilt, and he looks over his shoulder, letting out an exhale. ]
... Hah....
[ he looks down at the sword - in all of its color, its elegant shapes. ] Is it that obvious...?
[ across his back, the phrase in ink curls over his shoulderblades. failing. ]
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... Hah....
[ he looks down at the sword - in all of its color, its elegant shapes. ] Is it that obvious...?
[ across his back, the phrase in ink curls over his shoulderblades. failing. ]