[ At least Mikazuki is not oblivious enough to misunderstand that he, in fact, was terrible at what he was doing now. Yet that shouldn't stop one from trying, yes? Everyone had a part here, and this old sword had not allowed himself to become the exception- not when all the swords here were also pulling along their weight.

What could be simpler than starting off with a meal? An easy one to prepare, he thought, yet as the process continued and the wreckage of the kitchen soon began to dawn upon him, the likelihood of making it out of here unscathed became a mere passing thought.

It was not until he heard a familiar voice that he had finally turned his attention from... whatever it was in his hands, to the albino beside him. Ah, now this was certainly a surprise to him. ]

Ah ha ha, is that so? It would seem that I am soon to take over your position as the mischievous one. [ His tone is nothing but playful, and a gracious smile erupts from the corners of of his lips when he speaks.

he was going to keep up the playful act though, quickly undermining the mess that had surrounded him- Mikazuki knew he had been caught, and from the looks of it Tsurumaru had unintentionally come to his aid. No that he didn't appreciate at the help. In fact, he was in dire need of it. Someone far more experienced in the kitchen would probably be better suited for this task.

But baby steps. Mikazuki was taking baby steps into this common lifestyle. ]

Cooking is not one of my strong points, I will admit. Though perhaps with a fair amount of practice- [ Laughing all the while as he says this, the older sword will quietly obey when he is asked to turn around.

He will allow the wipe off the rice from him, watching him with gaze full of admiration. ]

I apologize if I have caused you any trouble. [ But he does look like he means it? Maybe. Maybe not. ]