[ There's clear hesitation in Shinjiro's actions as he reaches out to carefully wrap his fingers around the hilt of Setsuna's sword. (Get your minds out of the gutters, guys.) It's no axe, but he supposes a sword isn't all that different. It still cuts and slashes, which is all they're gonna be doing for the next hour or so. ]
...Thanks.
[ With that, he starts chipping away at the sugary mess in front of them, wincing as chunks of popcorn go sailing into the air. Ugh. He's never going to be able to look at festival sweets the same way again. Good thing he doesn't go to many.
Bolin's question is a good one, and Shinjiro pauses in his hacking to glance up and around. ]
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...Thanks.
[ With that, he starts chipping away at the sugary mess in front of them, wincing as chunks of popcorn go sailing into the air. Ugh. He's never going to be able to look at festival sweets the same way again. Good thing he doesn't go to many.
Bolin's question is a good one, and Shinjiro pauses in his hacking to glance up and around. ]
Can't see any.
[ Or hear any. Are they safe for the moment? ]