[ A tsukumogami? Woah... by default, he's over one hundred years old! Not that it matters, but she looks interested by the idea. It makes complete sense to her, just like that; and of course a sword would best know how to wield one of his own kind, right? The familiarity — that makes sense. ]
Huh?
[ She reaches up to rub at her lip, managing to smear the ink from a thin mustache into a great big bushy one. She looks up, looking for a sign from him that it's gone.
... And instead sees his attempt at Freida Kahlo. ]
You're kind of connected, up... [ she gestures between her eyebrows ] ... here.
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Huh?
[ She reaches up to rub at her lip, managing to smear the ink from a thin mustache into a great big bushy one. She looks up, looking for a sign from him that it's gone.
... And instead sees his attempt at Freida Kahlo. ]
You're kind of connected, up... [ she gestures between her eyebrows ] ... here.