[ Oh, look who decided to join him in the kitchen! Mikazuki greets the other sword with his typical and most elegant smile, yet apart from that nothing surrounding him came close to that aura of beauty he presented.
This kitchen had now become a warzone. ]
Ah ha ha! Yes yes, I do suppose I should. [ The riceball (???) that is in his hands is finally placed down, leaving Mikazuki's hands to be completely covered in its remains. ]
I cannot seem to master this form making— it is rather difficult. [ and yet through his troubles, he's continuing to laughing and smile away.
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[ Oh, look who decided to join him in the kitchen! Mikazuki greets the other sword with his typical and most elegant smile, yet apart from that nothing surrounding him came close to that aura of beauty he presented.
This kitchen had now become a warzone. ]
Ah ha ha! Yes yes, I do suppose I should. [ The riceball (???) that is in his hands is finally placed down, leaving Mikazuki's hands to be completely covered in its remains. ]
I cannot seem to master this form making— it is rather difficult. [ and yet through his troubles, he's continuing to laughing and smile away.
But... all this mess... the riceballs...
RIP. ]