[ Muramasa's little nod was all Yuta needed to go make his temporary escape without further ado, leaving Rika behind to do as she pleases which happens to be remaining a looming, imposing sentinel by Muramasa's side. She's silent the moment Yuta's gone, no longer growling her displeasure or even reacting much to any continued scrutiny, but the way her attention remains solely fixed on Geto is warning enough in itself.
Meanwhile Yuta isn't taking his time retrieving the sword, per se, but he isn't particularly hurrying along either. It gives him a much-needed moment to regain his composure, slow the frantic beating of his heart after the bad startle, and let the subsequent embarrassment at his own outburst ebb away again. It's a good thing his classmates weren't around to witness it or he'd never live it down. (Except Yuta would gladly pay the price of being relentlessly teased ten times over and then some to have them by his side again.)
Fetching the sword from the workroom, he carries the blade with the due care and respect it deserves regardless of who it's meant for, held primly between both hands to be presented upon his return. He's calm and composed again by the time he reappears, face that perfect dead-eyed blank that betrays nothing when he does. ]
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Meanwhile Yuta isn't taking his time retrieving the sword, per se, but he isn't particularly hurrying along either. It gives him a much-needed moment to regain his composure, slow the frantic beating of his heart after the bad startle, and let the subsequent embarrassment at his own outburst ebb away again. It's a good thing his classmates weren't around to witness it or he'd never live it down. (Except Yuta would gladly pay the price of being relentlessly teased ten times over and then some to have them by his side again.)
Fetching the sword from the workroom, he carries the blade with the due care and respect it deserves regardless of who it's meant for, held primly between both hands to be presented upon his return. He's calm and composed again by the time he reappears, face that perfect dead-eyed blank that betrays nothing when he does. ]
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