video ✗ oo3 || dec 16 (very early morning)
[The feed begins as though the communicator's been sent flying, or at least knocked back a few feet as it captures Kenshin's form lunging forwards, the glint of the sharp inside edge of his sakabatou as he draws it a few inches from its sheath.
He stays frozen there for a few moments, his heavy breathing audible in the quiet of his room. Then he finally moves-sliding the sword slowly back into its sheath, letting his hand go limp so the sheath then clatters to the ground, relaxing out of his tensed ready-for-battle stance.
He lets out a long sigh as he drops back down to the ground himself and rests his back against the wall. His head lowers; he buries a hand in his bangs and clenches that hand.]
It's only surprising they did not begin again sooner...
[he clearly hasn't noticed the communicator's been turned on]
He stays frozen there for a few moments, his heavy breathing audible in the quiet of his room. Then he finally moves-sliding the sword slowly back into its sheath, letting his hand go limp so the sheath then clatters to the ground, relaxing out of his tensed ready-for-battle stance.
He lets out a long sigh as he drops back down to the ground himself and rests his back against the wall. His head lowers; he buries a hand in his bangs and clenches that hand.]
It's only surprising they did not begin again sooner...
[he clearly hasn't noticed the communicator's been turned on]