[Well, he's been avoiding Zenitsu for long enough, and talking to the poor kid while he himself was angry enough to throw a table was a bad idea. So he gives himself a couple days and time to nurse a bad hangover before going to search out Asch's husband of two hours.
He'll tap on a nearby surface with his knuckles to get the kid's attention, half-expecting him to jump three feet in the air.]
[If it were any other day in the warehouse, he wouldn't have jumped much. But this is in the latter half of the day set aside for training, and Zenitsu has stolen away to a deserted section of Campsco for some private training far from prying eyes. He's just finished the downward swing of his sword, whose blade is decorated in a lightning pattern, when a knock and a familiar voice cut through his concentration.
While his feet don't leave the ground, his shoulders jump an inch or two before he whirls around with his sword held in front of him. He nervously points the blade down at the floor.]
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WEEK SIX - THURSDAY
He'll tap on a nearby surface with his knuckles to get the kid's attention, half-expecting him to jump three feet in the air.]
Oi. Zenitsu. I've got something for you.
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While his feet don't leave the ground, his shoulders jump an inch or two before he whirls around with his sword held in front of him. He nervously points the blade down at the floor.]
W-what is it, Mr. Cecil?