[ The shake of Mumei's head already tells Yuta that he's no closer to anything even remotely resembling an explanation for whatever is going on and why this stranger knows him — the verbal answer just cinches it. It puts Yuta right back to square one, feeling hopelessly lost and confused. The uncertainty breeds wariness and yet he doesn't budge when Mumei starts approaching him, does not even think to pull his hand away when it's reached for, because there's a sort of helpless intrigue too. As much as there is something uncanny about Mumei that Yuta can't quite put a finger on, there's nothing to suggest he means any harm. Rika remains perfectly relaxed where she comes to hover close by his side, too.
So when a warm, weathered hand takes gentle hold, Yuta offers no resistance to the touch and its direction. He's only slightly startled by the sheer heat of those insistent fingers, but it's... nice when his own hands are even colder than usual for his exhaustion and the winter temperatures. (It wouldn't be a problem, normally, but now that he's so thoroughly drained of cursed energy, the elements get a better chance to sink into his worn body.) He watches in befuddlement as he's made to grip the sword, fingers curling obligingly despite how his confusion grows at 'you sorcerers' and the struggle with the terminology. Just what is Mumei? ]
A binding vow. [ He corrects gently, distracted, glancing between sword and young man(?) before deciding: ] ... There's no need. Rika knows you, that's enough for me.
[ No idea how that is even possible and it doesn't sound like he'll get any answers soon, but Rika only wants what's best for him and he trusts her judgement. He lifts his other arm towards her, letting her pluck his sword from his hand to stash away in her inventory. It leaves his hand free to join the other on the blade Mumei is offering him, accepting it and drawing it closer to his own body in an old self-soothing habit, fingers finding the lingering traces of warmth where Mumei previously held it. ]
Um, thank you.
[ Unsure yet ever so polite as he offers a bow to go with the words of gratitude. Although he wants to examine the sword itself, there's something he feels he needs to confirm first. ]
By homunculus do you mean the Kogane?
[ Upon speaking its name, Yuta's personal one springs right into being and Yuta cants his head in its direction questioningly. ]
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So when a warm, weathered hand takes gentle hold, Yuta offers no resistance to the touch and its direction. He's only slightly startled by the sheer heat of those insistent fingers, but it's... nice when his own hands are even colder than usual for his exhaustion and the winter temperatures. (It wouldn't be a problem, normally, but now that he's so thoroughly drained of cursed energy, the elements get a better chance to sink into his worn body.) He watches in befuddlement as he's made to grip the sword, fingers curling obligingly despite how his confusion grows at 'you sorcerers' and the struggle with the terminology. Just what is Mumei? ]
A binding vow. [ He corrects gently, distracted, glancing between sword and young man(?) before deciding: ] ... There's no need. Rika knows you, that's enough for me.
[ No idea how that is even possible and it doesn't sound like he'll get any answers soon, but Rika only wants what's best for him and he trusts her judgement. He lifts his other arm towards her, letting her pluck his sword from his hand to stash away in her inventory. It leaves his hand free to join the other on the blade Mumei is offering him, accepting it and drawing it closer to his own body in an old self-soothing habit, fingers finding the lingering traces of warmth where Mumei previously held it. ]
Um, thank you.
[ Unsure yet ever so polite as he offers a bow to go with the words of gratitude. Although he wants to examine the sword itself, there's something he feels he needs to confirm first. ]
By homunculus do you mean the Kogane?
[ Upon speaking its name, Yuta's personal one springs right into being and Yuta cants his head in its direction questioningly. ]