“I-It is, isn’t it? It’s pretty— it’s beautiful! Of course you wouldn’t want to see it imperfect!” Okay, she may or may not have been getting a whee bit hysterical. The two of them were a pair, really.
Taking a breath, she calmed herself, clearing her throat before speaking again. “Well, enough of this nonsense! We can’t stand around all day— there’s things to do, after all.” What things, exactly? Well at the moment, she wasn’t really sure. If she thought about it, something important enough would come to mind, she was sure.
Shichika blinked. That was certainly… interesting? Strange? Well, she wasn’t wrong but… How would one put it? She was floating her own boat? Yes, that was the accurate term, he thought.
“Yes, yes,”he merely said, unsure if she’s continue to speak strangely if he said anything otherwise.
It was a bit of a relief when she returned back to her old self. He wouldn’t know what to do if she kept acting funny like that. Ah well, not that that mattered. She was right, after all, they had things to do!
…Things to do?
He thought about it a moment before recalling,”Map making, right?”
“I am frail.” She insisted, arms moving to cross over her chest as she huffed. This was kind of a pattern with her, wasn’t it? Though she claimed Shichika was the simple one, it was her that repeated her actions in an almost consistent line. “It just so happens I don’t bruise easy. It’s convenient, isn’t it? No matter how many times I happen to fall, my skin will still stay pristine. You could call it a gift!” It was hardly anything to be proud of, really.
Though, she found a lot of pride in a variety of strange things.
“Besides, it doesn’t matter if I hurt myself, does it? I’ll always be fine, because you’re here with me. I can at least handle a few scrapes.” Though, they’re all self inflicted. How is he to protect her from herself? Details, details.
“That’s… at least I think that’s not something you should proud of… Though I guess it is a gift, ne? You’ve got such pretty skin. It would be terrible to see it marred with dark spots.”
Shichika frowned at that notion of it being okay to hurt herself. Okay if she hurt herself? Of course it wasn’t okay for her to hurt herself! At least… he thought so, right? He had to protect her, which meant that he had to keep her from getting hurt, right? But she was hurting herself??? Herself was hurting she???
Ah. He was thinking too much, if he keep it up he’d think himself into a head ache or something troublesome like that…But she was right in the end, as long as she was with him there was no possible way for anything to go wrong. It was his duty as her katana, after all.
At this point, she couldn’t even bring herself to put up a fight. She was too embarrassed by— well, a lot of things. But at the moment her own stupidity was winning out, which was at least a small reassurance. At least she wasn’t thinking about oop, nevermind. Spoke to soon, she was thinking about the jewelery again.
“I-I’m fine, fine…” She sounded more subdued than she’d intended to come across as, but considering the fact she was berating herself, it was to be expected. Honestly, when it came to Shichika, she was always in a mess, wasn’t she? So stupid…
The swordsman nodded, reluctantly backing away. Really, sometimes she was just too careless, throwing around those ‘cheerios’ and ending up tripping over herself afterward at least half the time. It was cute, but it was as meddlesome as it was concerning. One day she was going to bump her head and do irreversible damage to herself or something. He didn’t even know why she tried to ‘cheerio’ him again! He didn’t do anything, let alone say anything.
Really, she was so strange sometimes…
But that’s why he fell for her.
“You should be more careful in doling out those Cheerios of yours,” Shichika said with a sigh,”You keep hurting yourself. I’m surprised you don’t bruise more often, considering how frail you claim to be.”
Oh, and this is the part where she went into what could be called Sensory overload. Too much blood rushing to the face at once, and what not. Which she would blame for the fact she, completely without looking, wheeled around and threw her first out with a quickly stammered “C-Cheerio!”—
Only to completely miss, and fall flat on her face.
He would have laughed again if she didn’t suddenly turn and give a wild swing. The blade steeled himself for the incoming ‘cheerio’ when he realised that she’d swung in the wrong direction. He didn’t even have time to react before she ended up falling on her face.
“Ah— O-oi! Togame! Togame, are you okay?”
It took him less than a second to be by her side so he could frantically pick her back up and pat her down to free her of dust.
She was blushing. Her face had gone bright red, there was no way you couldn’t tell she was blushing. But, honestly— he said things like that so offhandedly, as if he has absolutely no idea what it did to her! Well, the truth of the matter was that he probably didn’t have any idea what he was saying did but he just…he should! Hasn’t he learned that much by now?
How could he have?
“T-That’s fine, then!” She said— well, exclaimed, in an attempt to keep her appearances. “If it’s something like that, it’s fine. I mean, I probably shouldn’t have scolded you then.” Oh look, there’s that thing. That thing where she suddenly starts feeling really bad for being mean to Shichika. Like, that thing that was more or less her life. “I-I can understand why you would…I mean it’s…I-It’s just fine! Leave it at that!” Though, he hadn’t said anything.
Oh. Togame was becoming quite red. Was it something he’d said? He hadn’t said anything strange or especially kind about her or anything that would make her blush. Shichika scratched at his cheek in mild confusion before ending up giving a short laugh at her stuttering. She seemed so riled up and flustered that all he could do is smile and nod, murmuring soft yes’s. The last bit made him tilt his head a bit, though.
“But I didn’t really say anything,” a pause, a shrug, and an endearing smile,”You’re making quite the cute face though, Togame-chan.”
Satisfied with the answer Togame smiled, reaching out to gently pat the spot where she’d hit. It wasn’t as if she’d actually managed to hurt him, she knew that much, but it seemed like the kind of thing an owner should do after trying to assault their weapon. “Good, Shichika. Protect the blades, Protect Togame, Protect yourself, Never leave my side— it’s a nice combination, isn’t it?” The smile she was wearing was completely self satisfied.
Then again, a lot of the things she did were self satisfied. Not as if there were many other people to— well, there was Shichika. But there weren’t many things needed to satisfy someone so simple. Or, so she thought.
“…By the way…” She started, glancing up at him without moving lifting her head. “…What distracted you, exactly?” Of course, it was her business knowing. He was her blade, after all.
He especially wasn’t to belong to any other woman. No way, absolutely no way.
Shichika smiled as she patted him. What a nice change from the usual abuse. It was also good to see her looking so pleased, as nothing pleased him more than seeing her pleased since he loved her, you know? What kind of sword would he be if not one that could serve his master well, afterall.
“Yes. Yes, it is,” He nodded in agreement.
Her next question caught him a little off guard though. She really wanted to know? It’s not like it was anything terribly extraordinary, so he didn’t quite understand why she’d want to know, but who was he to question his master?
“I got distracted by some nice looking jewelery. The color matched your eyes and that caught my attention, but when I looked back and you were gone.”
Shichika stumbled back a bit, having not expected that ‘cheerio’ of hers. It didn’t hurt, of course, but the impact cause him to stumble.
“Wahh! It’s been a while since you hit me with a ‘Cheerio’, ne?” He gave a mildly apologetic smile as he rubbed the back of his neck,”Sorry,…
Shichika’s eyebrows furrowed with mild confusion,”But I wasn’t excited about it. I was just saying…”
He gave a sigh. Honestly. Togame could be rather confusing at times. She jumped to conclusions or just said things that didn’t make any sense to him. And she always hit him. Well— he was used to it by now and didn’t really mind since it didn’t actually hurt most of the time, but he thought it was kinda silly. He blinked and look down at her when she prodded at his chest.
“Understood,” the Katana said, nodding slightly in acknowledgement of the command,”I’ll never leave your side again.”
Well. She might order him away again, like with Zanki at the dojo, but he overlooked that and made no mention of it. Knowing Togame, she’s probably get all tussed up about it and threaten to… Make him forget things.