Nyoko followed Blake outside, but as they walked down the stairs, she rushed forwards, taking his hand into his, and herself led him out. She had something very important to say to him... Well, say or show, take it as you wish. And just as her feet crossed the doorway, she turned on her heel, laying one hand onto Blake's shoulder, and motioning for him to keep quiet with the other one. "No one can see us here. I have something that I want to tell you." she smiled gently on him.<br/><br/>But no words left her lips. She raised herself up onto her tiptoes, the hand on Blake's shoulder climbing up to the back of his head, and she lunged forwards to press her lips onto his.<br/><br/>"Lovebirds." Haruki scoffed, all the remains of emotion disappearing off his face. His eyes were, once more, just like back then in the room, cold. He wasn't angry at Nyoko anymore - but at this woman, for even creating swords like that in the first place. Had she not done it... It saved them, that was true, but weapons like that was too much of a threat. He didn't get a good feeling from her at all.<br/><br/>"Don't give me that sort of look... Rosalia, was it?" he glanced at her over his shoulder, the exact same way his master's face was etched into his memory - a request not to ridicule him. "You're pissed at me, too, right? I think I can understand that... I was being a reckless piece of shit. And made a fool of myself, and stained my master's name." His gaze shifted onto some indistinct point, before turning back to Rosalia, this time not only with his head, but his entire body. His fingers clenched around the wraps, hiding his chest and arm, and tore them all off, piece by piece, revealing the body underneath, like chiseled marble. "But no one else than him has the right to give me that sort of look." The edges of his mouth curved up in a smile that bordered with insanity.