[It's not been a good birthday. The exhaustion is growing harder and harder to combat (the soft patter of blood falling from a barely perceptible knife on one's mattress is not so nearly as calming as the similar sound of rain; it's a miracle he didn't scream and wake the whole cabin), and in light of the day, he's wearing his more subdued, non-camp clothes, the black sorcerer robes worn loosely around his shoulders.
So, with that said.
Boa's gift catches him entirely off guard, and maybe it's the weariness, maybe it's something else, but - he looks far more surprised by this than anything else that's happened in the camp, staring at the beyblade and launcher for a moment before reaching out to take them.]
...Thank you, Boa.
[It's fine if Boa doesn't know what to say. Honestly, Mitsuru himself isn't too sure either.]
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So, with that said.
Boa's gift catches him entirely off guard, and maybe it's the weariness, maybe it's something else, but - he looks far more surprised by this than anything else that's happened in the camp, staring at the beyblade and launcher for a moment before reaching out to take them.]
...Thank you, Boa.
[It's fine if Boa doesn't know what to say. Honestly, Mitsuru himself isn't too sure either.]