[A jerk of his head towards the other items on the bed.] Those, yes. But I didn't bring them here.
[He frowns, mutters a 'magnify', tilts his head at the length of the blade, the line of its edge, smooth, sloping perfectly. Very carefully, he twists it again, takes a good look at the handle.
Is this a hoax? Where's the catch? As if he's handling something delicate, he places both his hands on the cool steel. Feeling the weight. It's not a mock-off. It's too perfect to be.
It had been left at the Unimog, back in Tokyo, with Haruka. It's as if the kid suddenly decided to slip back into his thoughts, even if she hadn't really left. He can almost hear the rustle of her tiny hands on the sheath, clutching at it as if it weighed a ton, even if it's a mere wakizashi and not a longer weapon.
Did she predict this? ] This is mine, but... unexpected.
[He turns to Samus] This mean it doesn't happen often?
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[He frowns, mutters a 'magnify', tilts his head at the length of the blade, the line of its edge, smooth, sloping perfectly. Very carefully, he twists it again, takes a good look at the handle.
Is this a hoax? Where's the catch? As if he's handling something delicate, he places both his hands on the cool steel. Feeling the weight. It's not a mock-off. It's too perfect to be.
It had been left at the Unimog, back in Tokyo, with Haruka. It's as if the kid suddenly decided to slip back into his thoughts, even if she hadn't really left. He can almost hear the rustle of her tiny hands on the sheath, clutching at it as if it weighed a ton, even if it's a mere wakizashi and not a longer weapon.
Did she predict this? ] This is mine, but... unexpected.
[He turns to Samus] This mean it doesn't happen often?