[That response comes immediately, even as Leon rudely flicks his cape out of Tsurumaru's immediate grasp. He showed just a faint bit of concern, but then in true Leon fashion, he ruined it by being an asshole.
Sorry Tsurumaru.
But for now... Leon doesn't bring up the memory. He'll at least let Tsurumaru get his bearings first before dropping that bomb on him.]
[ he laughs, but makes no move to grab at leon's cape as he pulls himself up to his feet — slowly, because he's ancient and his bones probably creak, despite how much he wants to believe eternal youth is a Thing.
a moment to dust himself off as best as he can, and then, cheerfully — ]
There, I'm fine now. It's strange, though — swords don't get sick like that. I mean, does Chal get sick?
[And yet... here's Tsurumaru, clearly feeling ill. Leon frowns a little at him, looking him over for a moment before he crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
Perhaps, because you have what passes as a human body...
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[That response comes immediately, even as Leon rudely flicks his cape out of Tsurumaru's immediate grasp. He showed just a faint bit of concern, but then in true Leon fashion, he ruined it by being an asshole.
Sorry Tsurumaru.
But for now... Leon doesn't bring up the memory. He'll at least let Tsurumaru get his bearings first before dropping that bomb on him.]
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[ he laughs, but makes no move to grab at leon's cape as he pulls himself up to his feet — slowly, because he's ancient and his bones probably creak, despite how much he wants to believe eternal youth is a Thing.
a moment to dust himself off as best as he can, and then, cheerfully — ]
There, I'm fine now. It's strange, though — swords don't get sick like that. I mean, does Chal get sick?
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[And yet... here's Tsurumaru, clearly feeling ill. Leon frowns a little at him, looking him over for a moment before he crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
Perhaps, because you have what passes as a human body...
[He doesn't get it.]