[Nansen, also used to being the "youngest" Ichimonji and the spoiled kitten, furrows his brow into a pout once again. For all he complained about his position, he sure did feel protective of it!]
[Ahhh, but this is the way of the world, isn't it?? The strong should take the lead, and he's certainly a powerful and terrifying Touken Danshi! Nikkou-aniki keeps him on his toes, and so he should do the same for his young charge now. Straightening his back a little, Nansen nods to himself and crosses his arms over his chest.] ...Well, I guess it's okay to spoil your junior sometimes, [He acquiesces, and taps his finger on his arm.]
Listen, Rokurou-kun. You and I will work together to find our blades! Oh, there's another guy too, but... Ahh, don't worry about it right nyow. You'll probably meet him eventually.
[Nansen blinks in thought. Trying to explain that gramps was kinda impossible anyway...]
First things first: your odachi got a name? You should be able to call out to him, and if you call with all your heart...! [Nansen slaps a palm over his own chest, a loud clap over the bare skin his shirt barely covered.] ...Mm, well, you probably won't hear diddly, but-- maybe I might!
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[Nansen, also used to being the "youngest" Ichimonji and the spoiled kitten, furrows his brow into a pout once again. For all he complained about his position, he sure did feel protective of it!]
[Ahhh, but this is the way of the world, isn't it?? The strong should take the lead, and he's certainly a powerful and terrifying Touken Danshi! Nikkou-aniki keeps him on his toes, and so he should do the same for his young charge now. Straightening his back a little, Nansen nods to himself and crosses his arms over his chest.] ...Well, I guess it's okay to spoil your junior sometimes, [He acquiesces, and taps his finger on his arm.]
Listen, Rokurou-kun. You and I will work together to find our blades! Oh, there's another guy too, but... Ahh, don't worry about it right nyow. You'll probably meet him eventually.
[Nansen blinks in thought. Trying to explain that gramps was kinda impossible anyway...]
First things first: your odachi got a name? You should be able to call out to him, and if you call with all your heart...! [Nansen slaps a palm over his own chest, a loud clap over the bare skin his shirt barely covered.] ...Mm, well, you probably won't hear diddly, but-- maybe I might!