[Thankfully he has it right on the collar of his jacket, easy to spot!
His grip grows white against his weapon. Really, to not jump into combat against something with a negative aura THIS close to him feels wrong. But there's too many variations of spirits wandering around this place, good and bad, and plenty that could overwhelm even tsukumogami like himself if they truly wanted.
Why this man in particular seemed to be able to pick it out, he can't begin to guess right now. But he's not in the mood to find out the hard way.
It's difficult to keep himself from turning his back to the glass. But he obediently makes an attempt, side stepping to the far end of the curb, eyes flitting between that firm stare from the stranger and the spiraling pattern through the frame of his umbrella. His voice stays hushed.]
Ungaikyo? [Except no, this was a window, not a mirror.... hm.] This isn't, uh... common around this part of town, is it?
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His grip grows white against his weapon. Really, to not jump into combat against something with a negative aura THIS close to him feels wrong. But there's too many variations of spirits wandering around this place, good and bad, and plenty that could overwhelm even tsukumogami like himself if they truly wanted.
Why this man in particular seemed to be able to pick it out, he can't begin to guess right now. But he's not in the mood to find out the hard way.
It's difficult to keep himself from turning his back to the glass. But he obediently makes an attempt, side stepping to the far end of the curb, eyes flitting between that firm stare from the stranger and the spiraling pattern through the frame of his umbrella. His voice stays hushed.]
Ungaikyo? [Except no, this was a window, not a mirror.... hm.] This isn't, uh... common around this part of town, is it?