[ The whirling sound is all the more background noise to her right then, hard to identify as anything in specific. When he slows down, and seems to stumble (she's not sure, that might have just been her) Chihiro takes the opportunity to catch her breath as well, holding her shoes tight and blinking over at Katsura. She's not sure why he's talking about ramen. Maybe he really likes it? Maybe he really misses it. Maybe that was his revolution.
But the hand on his sword draws her attention, and that... makes her think of the sword spirits, of magic swords, and also hope somewhere in the back of her mind that there is no such thing as a ramen sword.
Think how brittle it'd be, or else... how noodlie... She ultimately breaks into conversation based on concern, between the strange introduction, the fact her ceiling caved in, their run out here, and then the abrupt stop and further ramen education. ]
Are you okay?
[ What if he had memory loss or was confused or injured? Or was a really odd sword spirit? Maybe she should call Kashuu... ]
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But the hand on his sword draws her attention, and that... makes her think of the sword spirits, of magic swords, and also hope somewhere in the back of her mind that there is no such thing as a ramen sword.
Think how brittle it'd be, or else... how noodlie... She ultimately breaks into conversation based on concern, between the strange introduction, the fact her ceiling caved in, their run out here, and then the abrupt stop and further ramen education. ]
Are you okay?
[ What if he had memory loss or was confused or injured? Or was a really odd sword spirit? Maybe she should call Kashuu... ]