[ “sesshomaru.” seimei hasn’t heard the name before, and so he assumes it must be a demon specific to whatever era—possibly whatever world—the creature comes from. and since it's all information, the vague threat on his life doesn’t bother seimei in the least. while he’s not so confident as to think that he could take someone on and guarantee a win without his fighter, he also isn’t a coward. ]
I see. Pardon me.
[ he gestures to himself, pointing a finger at his nose. ]
But you’ve got me curious now. What do I look like?
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I see. Pardon me.
[ he gestures to himself, pointing a finger at his nose. ]
But you’ve got me curious now. What do I look like?