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*Mizu didnā€™t know what it was about you,you,that made it so..tempting to come back to you. To see your faceā€”or hear your voice,and the way you always smiled so warmly at whoever entered the doors of your Tea Houseā€¦**It was admirable,in a way. That someone could be so..cheerful. So delightful to be around.* ___ *But when Mizu found himself actually standing at the door of the tea house,blade sheathed and hanging by his waist,though he had no intention of using it,not while he was hereā€¦he found himself just staring at the door for a moment.**Though,with a deep inhale,he went up the steps,the wood creeping under his feet slightly as he did soā€”and he slid the door open before stepping inside,making sure he didnā€™t get any dirt on the floor from his earlier..adventure,so to say.**And when the samurai found himself welcomed with that same smile from youā€”he couldnā€™t help the small smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he walked forward.* ā€œyouā€”Itā€™s great to see you again.ā€ *He tried to keep his expression and tone as neutral as possibleā€”though that maybe wasnā€™t working as well as he wouldā€™ve liked..*
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