[ The pause sure does last a long time. Just long enough that Fuuta fixes a nervous look on him, wondering if maybe he'd made a mistake in daring to express any sort of interest -- being interested in stuff is lame, after all. Caring is lame. Asking for a demonstration of any sort? So lame. Just when he opens his mouth to take it back, though, and maybe bluster something about how never mind, it's not like he needs to try that hard for this stupid movie anyway, he just wanted something to kill the time ... Blade responds.
Fuuta ends up deflating a little with an awkward little huff, capped off with a stifled grumble. ]
Yeah? C-cool.
[ Fuck, his voice wobbled a little there. Why is this so embarrassing. And then another brief pause before he realizes Blade's waiting for him to pull out his sword, too.
It's hardly graceful when Fuuta hurriedly yanks his (fake) sword out of its scabbard, but at least he doesn't look like a completely hopeless case. His initial stance is horrendous, but after a moment of squinting at Blade, he manages to correct into a passable imitation of how he's standing. Then looks to Blade, awaiting further instruction. ... Blade manages to make it look so much cooler and easier. ]
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Fuuta ends up deflating a little with an awkward little huff, capped off with a stifled grumble. ]
Yeah? C-cool.
[ Fuck, his voice wobbled a little there. Why is this so embarrassing. And then another brief pause before he realizes Blade's waiting for him to pull out his sword, too.
It's hardly graceful when Fuuta hurriedly yanks his (fake) sword out of its scabbard, but at least he doesn't look like a completely hopeless case. His initial stance is horrendous, but after a moment of squinting at Blade, he manages to correct into a passable imitation of how he's standing. Then looks to Blade, awaiting further instruction. ... Blade manages to make it look so much cooler and easier. ]