[ Tsurumaru barely holds back the laugh threatening to spill from his lips at the sight. He's no connoisseur of dancing--except by way of sword, ducking between enemy lines and striking as quickly as his size allows him--so he has no right to find the movements as funny as he does.
And yet. There it is, the short intake of breath that comes just before his loud, crooning laughter. He steps past the door and tries to stop it after the initial bout, but it still escapes in giggles while he makes his way over. So much for surprising the saniwa like he'd planned.
...he can't even talk, if he does he's going to laugh. This is terrible. Help, Saniwa-san. ]
i hope you don't mind if i tag you here too..! (it's b. because why wouldn't it be)
And yet. There it is, the short intake of breath that comes just before his loud, crooning laughter. He steps past the door and tries to stop it after the initial bout, but it still escapes in giggles while he makes his way over. So much for surprising the saniwa like he'd planned.
...he can't even talk, if he does he's going to laugh. This is terrible. Help, Saniwa-san. ]