The nervous energy in the air makes him shiver, and he definitely doesn't like that hand--despite the patience he's showing, it's still his first instinct to fight, and he isn't so naive as to just go skipping off hand-in-hand with any monster creature he meets. But he's not faking here, either; if this monster is conversing with him like this, then it's already step above the sorts of enemies he normally deals with.
So, a compromise.
Yasusada wears a white scarf--a match, a mirror to someone else's. He unwinds it from his neck now, and wraps it around Blob-san's nasty dead hand. Keep those gross drippy bones(?) warm.]
Alright then! You can be Kagemaru for now. [Look no one ever said he was good at names] Why do you want a cake?
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The nervous energy in the air makes him shiver, and he definitely doesn't like that hand--despite the patience he's showing, it's still his first instinct to fight, and he isn't so naive as to just go skipping off hand-in-hand with any monster creature he meets. But he's not faking here, either; if this monster is conversing with him like this, then it's already step above the sorts of enemies he normally deals with.
So, a compromise.
Yasusada wears a white scarf--a match, a mirror to someone else's. He unwinds it from his neck now, and wraps it around Blob-san's nasty dead hand. Keep those gross drippy bones(?) warm.]
Alright then! You can be Kagemaru for now. [Look no one ever said he was good at names] Why do you want a cake?