[ I mean, aren’t most or all of Rangetsu line history’s footnotes by now? Rokurou here’s a living, breathing, banging relic -- his nerdiest contract has all-but bluntly told him so.

Anyway, is it a masculine competition, or a round of gay chicken? Well, either way, he’s in. ]

Oh ho ho! [ High praise, and a belly laugh from the swordsman. Zaveid for chaotic pan, huh? Alright, he can roll with that. Not like Rokurou has much -- if any -- room to talk anymore... heh. And look, they wouldn’tve had to run if Zaveid had done his job? But. They can break out their blamethrowers later. Now is time for pain. ]

She was. [ A beat. ] ...And so was he.

[ Look, Sorey’s already told him way, way too much. Rokurou would say he doesn’t know how to feel about it, but he’s pretty sparse on feelings in general. Whoops.

Anyway, yeah, babes--]

I don’t know about dragon-size, but between you and me, if you’re looking for suggestions on some... [ He’s back to cupping his chin now, lips curled into a toothy grin. ] ...I’ve got a couple.