If she asked him, he'd simply say a weapon had no need to be anything but.
Blade's eyes are trained on her every movement, suspicion laced with a mild apprehension he doesn't quite let surface as he follows her to see what it is she needs him for.
...seeing the dresses, he pauses and grows tense,~
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ᅠ𝒔harp && 𝒄old, some things never change it seems. crossing her arms, she watched how he slowly moved from the wall. he knew her too well — once she arrived, he won't have a chance to rest.
“ good guess , 𝓘 didn't expect less from you. just let me show you. ” +
ᅠ𝄞 𝆅 𝓢𝚃͟𝙴͟𝙻͟𝙻͟𝙰͟𝚁͟𝙾͟𝙽͟ 𝓗𝚄͟𝙽͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁
.
"For a purpose, I assume."
It's more of a statement than a question, giving it a moment before he sighs and pushes off the wall, hands falling to his sides as he regards her in expectant silence.
"If you need me for something, then speak. Idle chatter isn't something I particularly enjoy..."
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ᅠ𝒕he woman took her time, slowly closing distance between them. she knew well how he 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 this nickname, always used it when they were alone.
”𝓘 was looking for you and you're here . “
her voice was soft and deep, exclusively nice just for him.
ᅠ𝄞 𝆅 𝓢𝚃͟𝙴͟𝙻͟𝙻͟𝙰͟𝚁͟𝙾͟𝙽͟ 𝓗𝚄͟𝙽͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁
.
Imperceptible as it were, Blade's tension was quick to reach his eyes when he heard that damned nickname.
If it were anyone but her, he'd answer with his sword...
"....what is it, Kafka...?"
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“ 𝓑𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦 — ✨ ”
the delicate voice echoed through the hallway, accompanied by clicking of her heels .
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