( The extended hand gets a flat look, but at least Yuta also seems like there's something abhorrent in it, so at least they'll both suffer. )
All right. ( Muramasa just inching further and further down in Geto's estimations, making him hold hands with his child mortal nemesis. This sword better be worth it, is all he's saying. Still, he lifts his own, lets it press against Yuta's lightly, no more pressure than they need, nails faintly shimmering with paint ( because even evil men can be divas okay? ). Between one moment and the next he steps through, quick to let go of Yuta's hand once he's passed the barrier. He turns briefly to look at it again from this side, making a noise of curiosity. ) An interesting way to do business.
( He can UNDERSTAND it. But also he is a massive bitch.
A massive bitch who's gaze is sliding across the forge with keen eyes, gaze narrowed ever so slightly. He doesn't exactly gawk, because that's not his style, but he is assessing. It ends back on Yuta either way, one eyebrow lifting. )
wdym yuta he's SUCH a threat ;;
All right. ( Muramasa just inching further and further down in Geto's estimations, making him hold hands with his child mortal nemesis. This sword better be worth it, is all he's saying. Still, he lifts his own, lets it press against Yuta's lightly, no more pressure than they need, nails faintly shimmering with paint ( because even evil men can be divas okay? ). Between one moment and the next he steps through, quick to let go of Yuta's hand once he's passed the barrier. He turns briefly to look at it again from this side, making a noise of curiosity. ) An interesting way to do business.
( He can UNDERSTAND it. But also he is a massive bitch.
A massive bitch who's gaze is sliding across the forge with keen eyes, gaze narrowed ever so slightly. He doesn't exactly gawk, because that's not his style, but he is assessing. It ends back on Yuta either way, one eyebrow lifting. )
You still don't look any better, Okkotsu.
( Possibly that's the Yuji grief. )