[ Physically only. c: Spiritually, though... Poor Hotarumaru's appearance is really different. The insistence only makes Horikawa want to chuckle even more. He doesn't want the little sword to strain himself, especially since he just finished training. Look, there's still visible sweat on him...
Horikawa gently takes his handkerchief out, moving it to wipe the shorter sword's forehead, cheeks, and neck. He did all that without putting the heavy laundry basket down; and he still has time to look over the oodachi's condition properly. He's satisfied to see that he has no bruises or so, but Hotarumaru needs a bath! ]
Hotarumaru-san, I've already filled the bathtub for you. You should hurry before someone uses it.
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Horikawa gently takes his handkerchief out, moving it to wipe the shorter sword's forehead, cheeks, and neck. He did all that without putting the heavy laundry basket down; and he still has time to look over the oodachi's condition properly. He's satisfied to see that he has no bruises or so, but Hotarumaru needs a bath! ]
Hotarumaru-san, I've already filled the bathtub for you. You should hurry before someone uses it.