[ 🥺. her hand reaches out and clutches a fancy sleeve. she's so grateful he's here? imagine being stuck in here alone with just these other nerds. terrible ]
[this is simply his granddaughter? mikazuki will shift then, a little bit of an elevator shuffle, so he might help tuck her underneath his arm - the one that he would not use to draw his sword
[ the movement makes her turn green immediately BUT IT'S FINE SHE'S FINE. she's gonna tuck herself into a swordritto. may the most exciting thing that happens tonight be just her face poking out of voluminous robe sleeves ]
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mikazuki's expression softens at that and he lets his hand cup futaba's face gently]
Futaba Sakura - in the large expanse of history, very little will finds its exact repetition perfectly. It is a new day, and you remain in our care.
Fear not. Or if words are not enough to dispel the feeling, then hold onto us as you need.
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Thanks, jiji.
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you know, just in case]
Think nothing of it.
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