( Not by him? Gee, he's half surprised! He knows how he can be and knows he can be troublesome and wouldn't it be awful if he ruined his first impression already? He tilts his head curiously to the side, trying to understand what could be bothering him, though. If not him then... is it the reason behind his appearance? The fire? He gives Souza's hand a firm, reassuring squeeze and laughs, )
Gahaha. ( He stands tall and proud, even in his condition, ) I don't look like much right now.
( He aware. He's very aware of how he looks. )
But back in Tosa, I was pretty famous. ( For being a beautiful sword. A family treasure. Something his family was proud to show off to the world. But he wont' mention all of that. It doesn't matter anymore when all of that is in the past. ) Ya'll see. It's amazing what people can do these days! I was listening to 'em talk about all the new technology they wanna try... I'll be good as new in no time. I'll show everyone.
[He could already tell this new sword would be loud and boisterous and troublesome, but... that was fine. More than fine. He'd bring some much needed life to the museum, truth be told, so while there were sure to be fumbles along the way, the initial impression was a good one.
But he couldn't help but worry. Even when Mutsu gives his hand a squeeze, even when he stands tall and proud and laughs. He has to worry. What if this - all this - was just a brave front put on through excitement of seeing somewhere new, of getting restored, of meeting someone for the first time in a long time.
If it was, then it was taking far more energy than his own fronting ever did, and it was impressive.
If it wasn't... well. He'd find out sooner or later, unless one of them was transferred out.]
Were you, now...? And... why are you not still in Tosa?
[Not that he's complaining about him being here, but... didn't Tosa have museums? Shrines? Surely there was somewhere closer he could have been taken, right?
But that didn't really matter in the end.]
Anyway... I'll look forward to it... Ah- and welcome, Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki...
(Mutsu never puts on a front without a reason. He's an honest sword! And right now, there's no one to protect or that he needs to be strong for so he can afford to be open with his emotions... which is being bright and casual as usual.
The question catches him off guard just slightly. He's not surprised that he's been asked and it's a valid question but he'd never really thought of it himself. He's quiet for a half second as he runs through his thoughts and memories. Why wasn't he in Tosa? How did he get all the way to Hokkaido?)
I dunno. (He really doesn't know.) Haven't been home in a long time, really... Don't really mind either.
(Which is a little sad. He misses it.)
... I’m closer here...
(Closer to Ryouma and even after all of these years, he can still feel his heart both swell with pride and twist with sadness. So maybe there is some fronting after all but not for the reasons Souza is necessarily thinking. The thing that hurts Mutsu the most isn't the fire but something older.)
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Gahaha. ( He stands tall and proud, even in his condition, ) I don't look like much right now.
( He aware. He's very aware of how he looks. )
But back in Tosa, I was pretty famous. ( For being a beautiful sword. A family treasure. Something his family was proud to show off to the world. But he wont' mention all of that. It doesn't matter anymore when all of that is in the past. ) Ya'll see. It's amazing what people can do these days! I was listening to 'em talk about all the new technology they wanna try... I'll be good as new in no time. I'll show everyone.
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But he couldn't help but worry. Even when Mutsu gives his hand a squeeze, even when he stands tall and proud and laughs. He has to worry. What if this - all this - was just a brave front put on through excitement of seeing somewhere new, of getting restored, of meeting someone for the first time in a long time.
If it was, then it was taking far more energy than his own fronting ever did, and it was impressive.
If it wasn't... well. He'd find out sooner or later, unless one of them was transferred out.]
Were you, now...? And... why are you not still in Tosa?
[Not that he's complaining about him being here, but... didn't Tosa have museums? Shrines? Surely there was somewhere closer he could have been taken, right?
But that didn't really matter in the end.]
Anyway... I'll look forward to it... Ah- and welcome, Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki...
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The question catches him off guard just slightly. He's not surprised that he's been asked and it's a valid question but he'd never really thought of it himself. He's quiet for a half second as he runs through his thoughts and memories. Why wasn't he in Tosa? How did he get all the way to Hokkaido?)
I dunno. (He really doesn't know.) Haven't been home in a long time, really... Don't really mind either.
(Which is a little sad. He misses it.)
... I’m closer here...
(Closer to Ryouma and even after all of these years, he can still feel his heart both swell with pride and twist with sadness. So maybe there is some fronting after all but not for the reasons Souza is necessarily thinking. The thing that hurts Mutsu the most isn't the fire but something older.)