[ he's all ready to hot glue the boa right onto leon's cape, hot glue gun of mass suffering in one hand, and the feathery pink boa in the other, with this determined look in his eye, like nothing can stop him from achieving his goal...
— except, something speaks, and it isn't leon or tsurumaru. it's enough to make him pause, glancing curiously at the source of the noise, which seems to be coming from... well, there's nothing there, other than a sheathed sword. ]
Your sword is... [ he tries again. ] It's talking?
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— except, something speaks, and it isn't leon or tsurumaru. it's enough to make him pause, glancing curiously at the source of the noise, which seems to be coming from... well, there's nothing there, other than a sheathed sword. ]
Your sword is... [ he tries again. ] It's talking?
[ JUST WHAT IS GOING ON..... ]