[ Kasen is still trying to recover from this great upheaval in his life that he doesn't respond immediately to Mikazuki's words. He does think to himself that he won't be punishing him, certainly, since he has no right to do such a thing! Or more simply, Kasen's biases are very strong, and he wouldn't even consider doing such a thing. Which is a shame, because he really should when it comes to Mikazuki...
Kasen is too easy to pick on, so when his hands are taken, he just looks on with abject horror, though he doesn't try and pull his hands away. It would be terribly rude, but more than that, he's also just stricken and firmly rooted exactly where he is. Being stricken would be better than the alternative, though, and that's something he becomes quite aware of as he's unexpectedly praised. It's not only praise from the sword he admires so much, but also praise that touches him very deeply.
His face is already red enough as it is, so it doesn't exactly get redder, but he does stammer through another word before he ends up just looking away. The expression is less one of flustered anger, and much softer, but he's still beyond mortified! He would certainly wish that this praise come at an equally elegant time, such as serving Mikazuki tea at the teahouse or in moonlight... Though these are just Kasen's poetic fantasies getting the best of him. He's genuinely touched (since it doesn't occur to him that he might still be being made fun of), and that's also why he's suddenly at a loss for how to accept it. ]
I— I am not worthy of such praise. Especially not now... But thank you, Mikazuki-san... It is—my goodness—it is incredibly kind of you to say.
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Kasen is too easy to pick on, so when his hands are taken, he just looks on with abject horror, though he doesn't try and pull his hands away. It would be terribly rude, but more than that, he's also just stricken and firmly rooted exactly where he is. Being stricken would be better than the alternative, though, and that's something he becomes quite aware of as he's unexpectedly praised. It's not only praise from the sword he admires so much, but also praise that touches him very deeply.
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His face is already red enough as it is, so it doesn't exactly get redder, but he does stammer through another word before he ends up just looking away. The expression is less one of flustered anger, and much softer, but he's still beyond mortified! He would certainly wish that this praise come at an equally elegant time, such as serving Mikazuki tea at the teahouse or in moonlight... Though these are just Kasen's poetic fantasies getting the best of him. He's genuinely touched (since it doesn't occur to him that he might still be being made fun of), and that's also why he's suddenly at a loss for how to accept it. ]
I— I am not worthy of such praise. Especially not now... But thank you, Mikazuki-san... It is—my goodness—it is incredibly kind of you to say.