Rocking against heels with a creak being made against the tatami flooring, the yari couldn’t help but stomp themselves around the citadel. Feeling so jumpy, and-- Nervous.
Deep breaths.
Taking a few more steps before finally approaching forward to their wanted destination ( which was Doutanuki’s room ) , there was a bit of hesitation in their upcoming actions which consisted of a gulp, and a knock against that door. ❝ ...Doutanuki? Are you in there? ❞ Once doing so, Otegine took a few steps back; in case the uchigatana was actually present and needed space to step out from within the room. Another gulp, and Otegine was already beginning to fiddle with the rim of their sweatshirt. But-- Oh, let us not forget the most important detail! There was something poking out from the yari’s pocket-- A box of some sort. Nicely wrapped up, too.
Gods, this was a lot more embarrassing than they could have ever imagined. // @warweapon
