[Nansen, gripping his fingers into his hair, drops to a squat in the cemetery weeds and lets out a long, low wail:]
What am I gonnya doooooo!?
[How can this old fart be so calm about this!? Jerking his head upward, slitted eyes focus on Tsuru's hip, his hands, his... his... where else would he even put his sword--] O-oi... Isn't your body gone, too!? [He squints, jabbing his finger up in Tsuru's direction,] Isn't that, like, a huge problem!? What if someone finds 'em, decides we're scrap, and melts us down, nya!?
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[Nansen, gripping his fingers into his hair, drops to a squat in the cemetery weeds and lets out a long, low wail:]
What am I gonnya doooooo!?
[How can this old fart be so calm about this!? Jerking his head upward, slitted eyes focus on Tsuru's hip, his hands, his... his... where else would he even put his sword--] O-oi... Isn't your body gone, too!? [He squints, jabbing his finger up in Tsuru's direction,] Isn't that, like, a huge problem!? What if someone finds 'em, decides we're scrap, and melts us down, nya!?