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you can't spell "alone" without "leon" ([personal profile] discard) wrote2016-01-01 11:23 pm
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[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-11 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ out of all the swords that leon could have possibly told that to, tsurumaru is the only one that wouldn't try to send his ass into space. good going... the rest of them would get really defensive, like "how dare you say bad things about our master!"

but he immediately turns his head to the side, letting out a dissatisfied tch, because ugh, his plan failed. ]


That usually works on most people... The truth is, I don't really care, either. If I trouble him, then he shouldn't have summoned me.

[ spoken like a true five year old... although, there's this one false assumption that tsurumaru's made, simply because leon was able to namedrop the term 'tsukumogami'. who knew that leon learned it from kashuu and namazuo, not haru himself? ]

So you've met him — this small, scrawny boy — and you can still say something like that? I thought humans had bigger hearts than that.
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[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-13 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ is chal judging him....... it's true that tsurumaru not a very good sword at all, therefore — his judgment isn't misplaced.

but despite how stubborn leon is, chal seems to be perfectly happy being with him, so he assumes that underneath that difficult exterior, there may be a good bean heart. not that he knows any of the finer details behind swordians or whether they have any say in who owns them, but that's good enough to judge his character.

yet, because he's tsurumaru, there's one more thing. ]


But, I mean — look at all of us. If you got ahold of one of his swords, imagine how much money you could make.
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[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-16 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ at that, he immediately claps his hands together, because he's impressed! ]

Ooh, you pass. [ his little morality test, that is... ] Chal, will you give him a little headpat for me? If you can, that is.

[ because it doesn't take a genius to figure out that leon would certainly bite tsurumaru's fingers off, like some hissy kitty, if he tried. but he also doesn't know if chal has a form like him... or does he?? can tsuru see him?? this entire swordian thing is a mystery to him... ]

At least, when it comes to swords... you're a nice person. Not so much with people, though.
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[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ for a moment, tsurumaru really wants to say something that sounds a lot like i have the right to do whatever i want, but he's going to be the bigger child and not say that... even though he really wants to...........

damn. it's so tempting.

but nonetheless, leon somehow managed to pass his test with flying colors, so he looks over at him curiously, eyebrow raised in interest. ]


Oh? And just what would that be?

[ goals!! accomplishing things together!! is that not the ideal image of youth, honestly... ]
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[personal profile] gravesite 2016-04-23 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ why so rude, leon... but tsurumaru will take that as his signal to give it a rest for now, gently setting the boa back on the table with a sigh. ]

I'll give up on you today.

But if I ever see you around, don't think you'll get away, okay? One day, I'll get you to do something fun.

[ that probably sounds more threatening than it actually is — or, well, no... maybe for leon, the idea of "fun" is a very terrifying future.

so with a little wave towards chal, along with a quick bye-bye that's not for leon... he turns around, disappearing into other festival preparations; although, almost certainly, their paths will cross again, much to leon's chagrin. ]