[Sousei, having a rare day off, has been spending most of it chilling at home--aside from his general exercise regimen, of course.
But after that recent santa nonsense, he's a little on-edge despite himself; as soon as he hears the trod of feet, he looks up, tensing, hand straying towards his sword (which now sits within arm's reach).
Oh.
It's Kousetsu. Never mind, this is fine. Probably. He nods in greeting, forcibly calming down.]
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But after that recent santa nonsense, he's a little on-edge despite himself; as soon as he hears the trod of feet, he looks up, tensing, hand straying towards his sword (which now sits within arm's reach).
Oh.
It's Kousetsu. Never mind, this is fine. Probably. He nods in greeting, forcibly calming down.]
...Kousetsu.