[ He shakes his head, mop of unruly white hair ruffling in the wind. Yuta still hasn't taken his sword, the blade that is more Mumei's self than this body, and at this rate, he'll have to take things into his own hands.
He understands Yuta's caution, he thinks. Servants are hard to explain, even if one knows what's going on. In a place like this...? He can't blame him, even if the disappointment sinks in. ]
No. This is self-imposed.
[ And thusly, Mumei resolves to find a self-imposed solution as well; his footsteps are quiet, almost overtaken by the wind and the sound of it pulling at his layers, but he approaches Yuta with determination. Still without exuding any hostility or bloodthirst, still with the sword held out like a temple offering.
When he gets close enough, he stops, and releases the sword with one hand to take Yuta's own, intending to wrap Yuta's fingers around the saya himself. Mumei's hand is warm, with the rough calluses of a blacksmith (not a swordsman), and his touch is gentle — but insistent, as he guides Yuta's hand to wrap around the saya. ]
You sorcerers put all your stock in oaths, right? You'll have to show me how, but I can give a binding... um... oath? To prove my intentions, but I can't say much else with that little homunculus hiding around.
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He understands Yuta's caution, he thinks. Servants are hard to explain, even if one knows what's going on. In a place like this...? He can't blame him, even if the disappointment sinks in. ]
No. This is self-imposed.
[ And thusly, Mumei resolves to find a self-imposed solution as well; his footsteps are quiet, almost overtaken by the wind and the sound of it pulling at his layers, but he approaches Yuta with determination. Still without exuding any hostility or bloodthirst, still with the sword held out like a temple offering.
When he gets close enough, he stops, and releases the sword with one hand to take Yuta's own, intending to wrap Yuta's fingers around the saya himself. Mumei's hand is warm, with the rough calluses of a blacksmith (not a swordsman), and his touch is gentle — but insistent, as he guides Yuta's hand to wrap around the saya. ]
You sorcerers put all your stock in oaths, right? You'll have to show me how, but I can give a binding... um... oath? To prove my intentions, but I can't say much else with that little homunculus hiding around.