kobizenmaru:
QUITE THE REQUEST… Uguisumaru gives a look of absolute bemusement. The small firefly was taking ADVANTAGE of the generosity. No matter, the warbler plops a pink dango dumpling into his mouth, humming in thought. How sweet. Honey did sound like an appetizing condiment, although all the sweets would overwhelm the bitterness of matcha big time. Not even the matcha- flavored treats helps balance out the tastes. “No problem, it seems like we would need to restock on snacks here anyways~”
“Yoooooosh~ Let’s not delay then~” Hotarumaru chirped in his gentle tone of voice as he got up in a steady yet quick manner, stretching a bit before turning to look at Uguisumaru. In a clear passive-aggressive display of innate impatience, the oodachi used both hands to haul up the tachi entirely off the ground, before walking off to the stores with the other sword in big yet steady steps.
“If you can’t drink your tea in your current position, I’ll slow down~”










