[The old man sword seemed rather calm as he looked through the papers, smiling to himself most of the time. Some information was accurate, some... not so much.]

You have ink on your cheek.

[Mikazuki gestured with one hand the exact spot where the stain of ink is on the saniwa's face as he continued to read the notes he made.]

It's true, I am usually dressed by others... but Kogitsunemaru has a hard time to get along with horses you know?