[he chews at his bottom lip in thought- he wasn't trying to be suspicious, and he wasn't the lying type! It's just a little embarrassing, messing up something so simple.]
I just ripped it a little, I hope it's not too bad.
[he shakes his arm, untangling his hand from the sleeve in question before lifting the torn part up to show her. He holds it with his thumb and index finger of both hands, careful to not let his nails catch onto it again. It could easily be hemmed, but Iwatooshi was a sword (far from a delicate one), not a needle and thread. Foreign territory!]
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[he chews at his bottom lip in thought- he wasn't trying to be suspicious, and he wasn't the lying type! It's just a little embarrassing, messing up something so simple.]
I just ripped it a little, I hope it's not too bad.
[he shakes his arm, untangling his hand from the sleeve in question before lifting the torn part up to show her. He holds it with his thumb and index finger of both hands, careful to not let his nails catch onto it again. It could easily be hemmed, but Iwatooshi was a sword (far from a delicate one), not a needle and thread. Foreign territory!]