[ souza's gaze lowers from the rollercoaster at the voice beside him, mismatched gaze catching shirasu's as a warm, startled smile curves his mouth. he dips into a polite bow, nodding as he rises again. ]

It certainly is. I've been around a long time-- [ despite appearances ] --but advances in technology never fail to impress me.

[ he hums out a quiet laugh, gently self-mocking, a hand lifting to tuck a few bright strands of hair from his face. ]

.. Not that I understand much of it. I fear I'm still a blade first, everything else second. [ and as a blade, well, he understands what he was forged to do. other things are secondary. .. though he's good at housework and chores around the keep lately, at least. he likes the mindlessness of cleaning and laundry. ]