Tsuru had the distinct sense that he was on the cusp of realizing something but couldn't quite grasp it, something important and profound, but...nah. (And then six months later he'll realize she comes from a world of horse puns.)
"That sounds nice, actually." Meanwhile, apparently his fake dad and he had a strained relationship, go figure. But at the same time having a dad in the first place...it's not bad. A new experience. "I don't really talk to mine. Here. I mean-"
Screw it. And here he abandoned any pretense of cool, composed taking it in stride in favor of basking in the sheer what he was feeling. (With a certain degree of taking it in stride because he was what he was, but still. What. He was going to stare at his silverware drawer later that night and just have so many questions about everything.)
"Do you really want to know? I don't mind, it's just...weird. I'm apparently the spirit of a sword that was summoned to fight...things, that's also complicated, and I traveled through time a lot."
I'm honored.
"That sounds nice, actually." Meanwhile, apparently his fake dad and he had a strained relationship, go figure. But at the same time having a dad in the first place...it's not bad. A new experience. "I don't really talk to mine. Here. I mean-"
Screw it. And here he abandoned any pretense of cool, composed taking it in stride in favor of basking in the sheer what he was feeling. (With a certain degree of taking it in stride because he was what he was, but still. What. He was going to stare at his silverware drawer later that night and just have so many questions about everything.)
"Do you really want to know? I don't mind, it's just...weird. I'm apparently the spirit of a sword that was summoned to fight...things, that's also complicated, and I traveled through time a lot."