✿ ー night two.

[jyoshu]

[It's late, and technically speaking, a responsible sword should be sleeping by now in order to care for his newly human body. Unfortunately, he's not.

This day was scarier; less so the murder, though that was sad in it's own way. Instead it's the trial that had really worried him. It was too close for comfort, and someone that he's too close to for comfort, (though compared to some of the swords in the citadel, Souza isn't exactly Horikawa's closest companion,) for Horikawa to even think of sleeping soundly for now. Even if they could be more reasonable, sleeping in shifts or something similar, Horikawa is far too restless to even attempt as much, and for some reason or another neither is his companion. Rather than that, he busies his hands with something small and menial to pass the time as he thinks. Running a small comb that he'd borrowed from the mansion through Yamato's hair, he gives a short hum of thought.]

Mm. You still haven't told me what you were going to say earlier, you know.

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[yasusada]

[ Yamato doesn't mind allowing Horikawa to keep his mind at ease with the use of a comb, he sits comfortably between the wakizashi's leg as he does this. His hands resting in his own lap as he gives up on trying to see what's before him considering the fact well -- his hair is blocking his vision. He's been silent for quite awhile during the duration of being kicked out of the mansion after another slaughter, he pulls at the red scarg around his neck to keep himself attentive and he's a little late in response as one can tell from the "oh!" that escapes from his lips. There's been so much that has been going on, Yamato needs to keep track of himself better.

He perks up just a bit, messing up the others combing with the raise of his head. ]

Huh? Oh, right.. It's not that important, what I thought. We have more important things than my concerns to worry about.