White. (Which is the exact color that Shinjiro had guessed. But if he thinks about that person he has to smile a little to himself and add,) ... Red.
(But the moment he says it, there's this feeling gnawing at the back of his mind, urging him to try the red one, then. He takes this as proof that it isn't the one he should be drinking.
Luckily, he doesn't have to linger for much longer because Shinjiro begins to lead the way and he lets himself be dragged for a bit. He doesn't mind. Despite his whimsical and almost uncontrollable nature, he's actually quite used to going along with others. This time, he can choose to go of his own volition instead of being dragged around against his will.
Here, we have Shinjiro thinking so hard, trying to find a way to help and Tsurumaru can't help but be fascinated by it. How very human, he thinks, to see someone in need and want to help even if things might be hopeless. It's one of the better traits humans have and though he seems old enough to be a man.... maybe he's still good.
Maybe it's okay to admit--)
This type of injury... it's like my true form is damaged. (He doesn't want to get his hopes up. He can't expect anything.) Around here, there may be...
(But if he says it, it makes his hopes true.)
... A sword.
(So where is it? There aren't many places to hide a sword in this garden unless it's further out. There's clearly nothing under the table but not to far away... there is a shelf.)
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(But the moment he says it, there's this feeling gnawing at the back of his mind, urging him to try the red one, then. He takes this as proof that it isn't the one he should be drinking.
Luckily, he doesn't have to linger for much longer because Shinjiro begins to lead the way and he lets himself be dragged for a bit. He doesn't mind. Despite his whimsical and almost uncontrollable nature, he's actually quite used to going along with others. This time, he can choose to go of his own volition instead of being dragged around against his will.
Here, we have Shinjiro thinking so hard, trying to find a way to help and Tsurumaru can't help but be fascinated by it. How very human, he thinks, to see someone in need and want to help even if things might be hopeless. It's one of the better traits humans have and though he seems old enough to be a man.... maybe he's still good.
Maybe it's okay to admit--)
This type of injury... it's like my true form is damaged. (He doesn't want to get his hopes up. He can't expect anything.) Around here, there may be...
(But if he says it, it makes his hopes true.)
... A sword.
(So where is it? There aren't many places to hide a sword in this garden unless it's further out. There's clearly nothing under the table but not to far away... there is a shelf.)