[More than anything he just wants . . . well, a flashlight, then, to be at home. Maybe with all the strawberry milk that's going to spoil in his new high-tech fridge. He does have his bokuto -- there wasn't really a time when he would leave home without it, especially in this place with all the strange people in it. It was still new to him, after all.
He'll keep his steps measured even when he hears the humming, though one hand rests on the wooden sword's hilt, but right now he's not going to say anything else -- just giving a swallow and being more determined than ever to act like nothing was wrong.]
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He'll keep his steps measured even when he hears the humming, though one hand rests on the wooden sword's hilt, but right now he's not going to say anything else -- just giving a swallow and being more determined than ever to act like nothing was wrong.]