[ He sees them approaching first, a lean, blood-splattered shadow in white and the larger guardian protecting it. Then, Yuta's dreadful, beloved presence follows soon after, flickering with wear after his indulgent romp with Ishigori. This is a part of the Sendai conflict Muramasa never saw, and Mumei is loath to more ripples than he needs to before he finds his boy.
As Yuta approaches, his face smudged with blood and dirt but forehead clear of that constellation line of scars, Mumei rises from his seat. The cold November air pulls at his clothes, yanking at the scarf draped around his neck and trying to find a way into the sleeves of his kimono, yet even so he is warmed by the bloom of affection after what feels like an eternity apart.
But he has no chance to greet Yuta gracefully, as there is someone just as important to see to first. ]
Ou — [ Mumei barely has time to safely set aside Yuta's sword when Rika barrels into him, her massive hands scooping him up with ease. He is nearly dwarfed by the size of her her head alone, but he does not falter at the sight or the sudden imposition — his only response is to laugh and gives her a few hearty pats on the highest part of her head he can reach. ] — welcome back, missy. That sounded like quite the showing you gave 'em.
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As Yuta approaches, his face smudged with blood and dirt but forehead clear of that constellation line of scars, Mumei rises from his seat. The cold November air pulls at his clothes, yanking at the scarf draped around his neck and trying to find a way into the sleeves of his kimono, yet even so he is warmed by the bloom of affection after what feels like an eternity apart.
But he has no chance to greet Yuta gracefully, as there is someone just as important to see to first. ]
Ou — [ Mumei barely has time to safely set aside Yuta's sword when Rika barrels into him, her massive hands scooping him up with ease. He is nearly dwarfed by the size of her her head alone, but he does not falter at the sight or the sudden imposition — his only response is to laugh and gives her a few hearty pats on the highest part of her head he can reach. ] — welcome back, missy. That sounded like quite the showing you gave 'em.