[Fushimi barely resists glancing between the sword on his hips and the sheaths still hidden under his shirt and just shrugs, moving to stand in front of the kid. If he wants to risk getting sliced to bits, it's not like Fushimi can judge.]
Fushimi, draw.
[Subaru is out and then Fushimi is dashing towards the kid.]
no subject
Fushimi, draw.
[Subaru is out and then Fushimi is dashing towards the kid.]