#iinterfici

[crestcut-blog]

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` My, and here I was believing you were trying to   be dishonest. I guess I’ll take you word for it, but   I can’t believe they’d mix up two different kinds of   items on the menu. ` 

[musical--android]

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   “I wonder why people complain about the cold so frequently.”

[eyesforgedinmoonlight-blog]

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        It was incredibly cold that particular morning, and while Shishiou had         a feeling he needed to be up early, his sleep had been, thankfully, incredibly         dreamless, and he was starting to enjoy it... “Mhn...” Upon feeling a shift on         the bed, he groans a little, one hand clawing into the Nue to force it still while         the other reached out to see if someone was trying to take his blankets. What         he found instead caused his single visible eye to shoot open and look to his side.         “Uh... Aruji?”

[unmotivatedblade-blog]

@iinterfici liked for a starter!

    “I’ve only been layin’ around for 2 hours. No big deal.”

[soleborn-blog]

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❛and you think it’s really that easy?❜

[sxcrosanct-blog]

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When warblers have yet to announce the coming of spring, Kogitsunemaru is already anticipating the sort of harvest that will be granted, and when the blacksmith’s hammer strikes the anvil, the reds of his eyes gleam with the sort of mirth that accompanies knowledge. But he is no seer, no holy creature blessed with foresight; I am just a sword, he might say, or perhaps offer a laugh--am I not just a small fox?

Still, it is to the senses that remain just outside the spectrum of humanity that he feels the whispers, feather-light brushes of a cool breeze in summer and the clutch of electricity on a clear day. 

Of course; I was made by your hands, too, he thinks, and he questions it no more. It is natural to him, innate, but he is still just a small fox in metal given form.

Thus, when his eyes land on the visage of his master--the one who will have his loyalty and servitude, the one who gave him every beat of his faux little heart--Kogitsunemaru smiles and offers his greetings with a bow of his head. (And somewhere, he knows, that which is Kokaji and Ichijo and all of mankind accept him with the strike of a hammer.)

“Nushi-sama,” he says, red eyes agleam; “My name is Kogitsunemaru--the real one, I assure you."

[pridefulandcrass-a-blog]

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            “Uh... Uh...” WOAH, that had sent shivers down his spine and he was likely ten times redder than he was before. He wasn’t sure if he could word anything proper, and just moves to hide his face in his hands. He could not believe that really just happened, like, wOW.