*clench fist emoji* *knife emoji*
"Yuuma-san… …" He repeats the familiar name softly, mumbling afterwards to himself before he sits up with a quick glance over slightly bloodied knives. Azusa stands slowly, not dusting himself off but opting to shuffle closer to his fiance in order to get a better look. He’s shorter, he notices that easily and though he appears human-like, Azusa can’t help but notice there’s something amiss.
He doesn’t dwell on it and holds precious knives up towards Yuuma, introducing his hobby on a first meeting was probably not the best thing to do, Ruki or Kou would have told him otherwise maybe but it was far too late as Azusa began to explain that he collected knives and sometimes would bring one or two with him. He talked so happily about them that the youngest Mukami had practically forgotten why he came in the first place, to meet and introduce himself to his fiance while he was stuck in this place, in this city.
It did suddenly hit him when he met Yuuma’s eyes —
"Ehh? …Oh. I forgot to.. …introduce myself, ahh…are you mad?"
Azusa began to place one of his favored knives into the palm of Yuuma’s hand then, explaining his reasoning for doing so. After all, he had done something wrong — no matter how small, he should be punished for it. Right? That’s how things were supposed to go, that’s how he remembered things to be and frankly, that’s how he preferred and wanted it. So it was with earnest that Azusa urged his fiance on. "Azusa… ..Mukami. I’m your fiance, Yuuma-san. Since I did something bad just now…you must be mad, right? So, I should be punished…"
Yuuma is rather wary of this fellow, yes. However, even though he carries many dangerous knives, which can be counted as weapons, a part of him thought this strange boy isn’t too harmful. So he thinks, at least. The boy talks with a type of bliss going on, and on about his wondrous collection of knives, and sharp objects. That isn’t a weird hobby, is it? Who knows, Yuuma isn’t even Japanese, he isn’t really human either, so he’s never one to talk.
Red eyes blink towards the dark-haired boy when he finally stares down at him. Eh, mad? What kind of question is that?
“Hm, hm… That’s kinda a weird question, it’s fine though. There’s not really any reason to be mad, is there?” People make mistakes like such, especially since Azusa seemed to be extremely caught up in his hobby talk.
There’s silence as Azusa places a shiny knife in his hand, the knife is extremely well cared for just from the first glance. Well sharpened, cleaned, and everything. In a sense, it can be counted as impressive, actually. Yuuma allows the silence to linger though, after Azusa finishes talking, and asks Yuuma for a favour.
“Just because you forgot to say your name to me- you have to be punished? Is that something Japanese people do?” He inquires suddenly, “Hm… … Hm… Osamu never really told me that. I’m not sure. You told me your name anyway, I don’t see the problem. You should probably take this back.”
He holds out the knife towards Azusa, then says something else to add, “It’s an interesting hobby though, I never really had a hobby… I try to ride a bike sometimes, but I keep falling off- it’s really hard to go straight on it, so it’s weird… How do people even do it, wonder...? The Japanese are amazing, surely.” There he goes, talking about the weird things he’s learned about the Japanese since he’s been living on The Other Side for most of his life.
