[Ah, Namazuo's back. Nakigitsune doesn't really know what to think, other than that--death is as unfamiliar to him as it is familiar to the rest of the swords, and the fact it isn't permanent in this world...doesn't help much with his understanding of it.
What he does understand, though, is that Namazuo doesn't look like the same cheerful figure he's so used to seeing. He's quiet, and tired, and.....the uchigatana pauses only a moment on seeing him, staring thoughtfully, before leaving for a few minutes.
When he comes back, it's to deposit a bowl of mixed snacks on the coffee table in front of his cousin, seat himself on the floor by his feet, and - after a moment's hesitation - grab one of the candies to chew on in silence.]
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What he does understand, though, is that Namazuo doesn't look like the same cheerful figure he's so used to seeing. He's quiet, and tired, and.....the uchigatana pauses only a moment on seeing him, staring thoughtfully, before leaving for a few minutes.
When he comes back, it's to deposit a bowl of mixed snacks on the coffee table in front of his cousin, seat himself on the floor by his feet, and - after a moment's hesitation - grab one of the candies to chew on in silence.]