[... That's a little more obvious, at least. Sousei blinks, coming back to himself a little, and realizes what Kashuu's trying to do here. Get him to sit down, huh... honestly, these swords. He's so taken aback by the entire situation that, after a brief moment to rearrange his expression into something a bit more Calm and Stoic, he agrees.]
...Fine. If you're going to continue to complain, then I will take a break.
[Slowly, carefully, he sheathes his sword, valiantly ignoring the way that his arms feel like limp, overcooked noodles now that he has stopped, and turns to get out of the way and sit towards the edge of the room.
Fine, Kashuu. You win.
Mostly because Sousei's still bemused about why Kashuu was even trying to get him to rest.]
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...Fine. If you're going to continue to complain, then I will take a break.
[Slowly, carefully, he sheathes his sword, valiantly ignoring the way that his arms feel like limp, overcooked noodles now that he has stopped, and turns to get out of the way and sit towards the edge of the room.
Fine, Kashuu. You win.
Mostly because Sousei's still bemused about why Kashuu was even trying to get him to rest.]