[ The grin reminds him vaguely of Gojo-sensei when he’d been fighting at his best, that kind of awkward, semi-insane brightness that is awkwardly familiar. It’s nostalgic, almost, and he shakes his head as he steps up to pick up one of the weapons. ]
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Right. I’ll go first, then you can go, okay?
[ Hefting it up, he hums softly. ]
Maybe I’ll win you a prize.