(His hand remains and at some point, it feels instinctual. He has never had to guard anyone before, but it's a natural adjustment to a swordsman. Although his gaze is kept forward, only occasionally glancing at the pastel homes, he is hyperaware of any potential danger heading their way. None of the houses appeal to him, but he's almost surprised that Koby doesn't speak up sooner. He seemed like the bright sort or even someone who might not be too picky, even.
Then they reach the Victorian home, muted in color, vibrant with greenery, and Mihawk is...Surprised.
Again. His fingers curl ever so slightly into Koby's back as he stares at the home. It had a prestigious appearance, big enough that they would both have plenty of space from one another if they needed or wanted it, but not so big it was absurd. Not too close to the neighboring houses.
The yard had plenty of promise too. It was big, and it seemed bigger in the back maybe. He's still considering the home when he feels a slight tremble beneath his hand. He looks down at Koby, dark eyes moving over his face carefully.)
This one will do. (It was...perfect. He would have pointed it out if Koby didn't. He has enough sense to realize Koby picked it with some consideration to Mihawk's aesthetic. It makes him wonder about the daisies.
It didn't matter. He needed to get Koby inside. He guides him up the cobbled pathway to the front door and lets them inside. It's dark and lofty inside, filled with all of the little types of details architects used to pride themselves on, and Mihawk silently adores it all. It's dramatic and polished, clean and inviting.
And the kitchen does look fully stocked.)
Sit down. I'll get you some water then look for something a bit better than that tacky uniform.
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Then they reach the Victorian home, muted in color, vibrant with greenery, and Mihawk is...Surprised.
Again. His fingers curl ever so slightly into Koby's back as he stares at the home. It had a prestigious appearance, big enough that they would both have plenty of space from one another if they needed or wanted it, but not so big it was absurd. Not too close to the neighboring houses.
The yard had plenty of promise too. It was big, and it seemed bigger in the back maybe. He's still considering the home when he feels a slight tremble beneath his hand. He looks down at Koby, dark eyes moving over his face carefully.)
This one will do. (It was...perfect. He would have pointed it out if Koby didn't. He has enough sense to realize Koby picked it with some consideration to Mihawk's aesthetic. It makes him wonder about the daisies.
It didn't matter. He needed to get Koby inside. He guides him up the cobbled pathway to the front door and lets them inside. It's dark and lofty inside, filled with all of the little types of details architects used to pride themselves on, and Mihawk silently adores it all. It's dramatic and polished, clean and inviting.
And the kitchen does look fully stocked.)
Sit down. I'll get you some water then look for something a bit better than that tacky uniform.