'did i stutter?'
What kind of question was that?
With eyes piercing through the spear in an instant, there was a cold shiver sent down their spine; gulping rather loudly. It took quite a while for the spear to even gather themselves up on the spot, and to even collect their thoughts properly, as well.
‘ Did I stutter? ’ Well, of course not. This is someone who could probably bite someone’s words without hesitation and wouldn’t even be aware of it. Probably.
With a sweat drop rolling down from Otegine’s temple and right on down towards their cheek with a decrease in speed, they pursed their lips with a glance being placed elsewhere—– What do they say? What should they say? Damn it. Why was it always so hard to talk with this specific tachi? Otegine could never pinpoint the problem; no matter what. Perhaps it was just how things should be. Not everyone can get along just fine—– If, at all.
❝ …Well, did you? ❞ That’s not the very best of answers. There was a large hint of anxiety stirring right in the spear’s chest. ❝ I-I mean… I just don’t get why you would bother asking me that if you didn’t. ❞
And, to think that the spear had no idea as to why the other asked them that… Otegine had no clue that they had questioned the other’s choices when stepping onto the battlefield. But, not everyone has the same idea for what they wish to do when preparing themselves for a fight, after all. But, this one—– Otegine always appeared to be at loss for words.
❝ Sorry. Let’s just get going. ❞
