[ Really, it's a wonder why they even allow Mikazuki into the kitchen- nothing good ever leads from it. While being the beautiful sword that he was, treasured heavily by his shape and grace, everything that falls below that never seemed to line up with his skill level. And who could blame him? Certainly no the saniwa he just so happened to notice as he passed by the kitchen's entrance.

It was a silent pause, Mikazuki at first having no intention of stepping into the kitchen floor. Yet as he continued to watch the boy's moves, his... slow and slightly awkward moves, the sword becomes curious.

It is with this curiously (on top of being highly amused) that the sword finally steps foot into the area. Doing well to watch his steps as to not disrupt the other from whatever... it was that he was doing.

Really, you were such a strange human. He could never quite grasp just how unique you were.

Expect that silence didn't last for long, because the more he approaches, the more he began to realize just how terrible his moments were. Was this some sort of cooking ritual dance? There was really only one way to find out: ]

I was going to ask if perhaps you would like some assistance, but it would seem that you have everything under control.

[ Could you... even hear him? Haru had such strange things in his ears. Even more so when Mikazuki fell silent, hearing the faint sound of something erupting from the objects.

Whatever it was though, it was pleasant, and that in sense that the sword couldn't help but feel even more amused. Saniwa what are you even doing- ]