[ Rika gives him one last squeeze, briefly crushing the air out of his lungs with an "oof," and setting him down on the pavement once more. ]
Mm. [ Now released from Rika's hold, Mumei drifts back towards the bench, and picks up the sword — Yuta can see as he picks it up that it's a simple affair with a dark blue ito, a plain laquered saya, and no flash or gilt on any of the mountings. The elegant flower-shaped tsuba, with it's petals spiraling in around the handle, is the only artistry in the entire thing. Mumei makes no move to draw the blade, but approaches Yuta with it carefully balanced in his hands. ]
This is yours.
[ No hostility, despite that immense presence. Just simply waiting for Yuta to reach out and take what was rightfully meant to be his this whole time. ]
no subject
Mm. [ Now released from Rika's hold, Mumei drifts back towards the bench, and picks up the sword — Yuta can see as he picks it up that it's a simple affair with a dark blue ito, a plain laquered saya, and no flash or gilt on any of the mountings. The elegant flower-shaped tsuba, with it's petals spiraling in around the handle, is the only artistry in the entire thing. Mumei makes no move to draw the blade, but approaches Yuta with it carefully balanced in his hands. ]
This is yours.
[ No hostility, despite that immense presence. Just simply waiting for Yuta to reach out and take what was rightfully meant to be his this whole time. ]