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[ He perks up almost immediately upon seeing Karma. How long had it been now? At least it had been safe and in good hands. If there's anyone he'd trust with it in his absence, it's Naruhodou and Mikotoba. His eyes fall on the red headband tied around the hilt and he lets out a soft huff of appreciation. Right. That had been there, hadn't it. Asougi reaches over, running a hand down one end of the headband briefly. ]

I can't believe you kept this, too.

[ He shakes his head, a small smile crossing his face, and he quietly takes Karma from Naruhodou, making a point of sliding the armband off the top of the katana as he does so, so that it slides back into Naruhodou's hands. ]