[And soundlessly rounding the corner and pausing (because man, he didn't hear you two come in and his hearing is superb) is this man, smiling faintly and bundled up for the cold - large nodachi casually carried over one shoulder. Shadowed eyes and a stiffled yawn - tired - before all signs of fatigue disappears and he is instantly alert.
That smile disappears. The lips thin. The sword is placed against the wall with speed and care, and he is moving forward in the same breath, eyes raking over the boy that is in the bed with obvious professional assessment.]
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That smile disappears. The lips thin. The sword is placed against the wall with speed and care, and he is moving forward in the same breath, eyes raking over the boy that is in the bed with obvious professional assessment.]
What happened here?