[ They take stock of each other at the same time. Hands empty, Rokurou can only drop them in disappointment (for the lack of finding his sword) as he studies the other man. It's one of the few times the daemon's without his trademark smile: his thin lips purse with the bottom one threatening a quiver, his eyebrows knit in desperation, his drooping lashes drooping even more with those pathetic puppydog eyes he's sporting. ]
"Too"? Ah, so they got you as well ... that means we're brothers in loss.
[ Rokurou sighs, crossing his arms as he strides forward to close that distance between them again. They're fellow sufferers of a great injustice so it's only natural that they should stick together. Whoever brought them here seems intent on stealing their swords and, not only that, they're too damn cowardly to come face them.
The other man seems thin, but Rokurou knows better than to judge another swordsman on appearance alone. His skillset must be something different from his own... ah. The daemon blinks, then shakes his head; he didn't mean to oogle another man while he's putting his clothes back into place. ]
Sorry about that, I got carried away. [ his expression smoothes over a bit and he finally offers a little smile, ] Our blades must be safe, it's just a matter of finding them. How big can this place be? If we work together, we should be able to do it.
[ Famous last words; he hasn't even gone above ground yet. Still, the daemon lifts his chin up, growing more spirited in finding a similarly bereft swordsman wandering around. At least he isn't alone! ]
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"Too"? Ah, so they got you as well ... that means we're brothers in loss.
[ Rokurou sighs, crossing his arms as he strides forward to close that distance between them again. They're fellow sufferers of a great injustice so it's only natural that they should stick together. Whoever brought them here seems intent on stealing their swords and, not only that, they're too damn cowardly to come face them.
The other man seems thin, but Rokurou knows better than to judge another swordsman on appearance alone. His skillset must be something different from his own... ah. The daemon blinks, then shakes his head; he didn't mean to oogle another man while he's putting his clothes back into place. ]
Sorry about that, I got carried away. [ his expression smoothes over a bit and he finally offers a little smile, ] Our blades must be safe, it's just a matter of finding them. How big can this place be? If we work together, we should be able to do it.
[ Famous last words; he hasn't even gone above ground yet. Still, the daemon lifts his chin up, growing more spirited in finding a similarly bereft swordsman wandering around. At least he isn't alone! ]