[Futsu-no-Mitama goes a spot red in the face for a moment. Him, an old thing from before curved blades were in fashion, getting called that by someone like Mikazuki? He wasn't expecting that...
Still, he shakes it off quickly, smiling and giving a brief laugh, and reaches to accept the cup.]
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[Futsu-no-Mitama goes a spot red in the face for a moment. Him, an old thing from before curved blades were in fashion, getting called that by someone like Mikazuki? He wasn't expecting that...
Still, he shakes it off quickly, smiling and giving a brief laugh, and reaches to accept the cup.]
Ya picked a good spot for this.