<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.myanimelist.net/s/common/uploaded_files/1472310102-7677863927d8b3e8b0515b11f76c4760.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Seth Kamiizumi  セート　神泉</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Athena<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Athena House<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Carter<strong>Mentioning::</strong>Lex<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Anxious<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Formal Kimono</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/67/8e/e2/678ee232f739bd3925ef815c9de23d3.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Seth chuckled softly when Carter said Ross would be hanging on at the house when his master went to play. Even if he couldn't understand the raccoon, he knew the familiar was intelligent enough to understand him, and with how self sufficient the trash panda was, Seth couldn't see any issues with the arrangement.<br/><br/>When the topic fell on his animosity toward Lex, Seth faltered for a moment before setting aside his work and gesturing for Carter to hold the thought. The Japanese boy retreated to his room once more, returning this time with the ornate scabbard sheathing his curved blade and a few tools to care for it, namely oil, a whetstone, and a washcloth. As he extracted the weapon from its wooden case, Seth began to speak once more.<br/><br/>"I guess it's more a misunderstanding that blew out of proportion. I got stood up by my date and got to the ceremony late, and I ended up brushing against her. I didn't notice at the time, but I guess it was kind of a hard hit, especially to a girl. Not that she's fragile..." He started to explain as he inspected the blade's edge, looking for minute chips in the cutting surface before he started any sort of proper work on it. "I was gonna apologize at some point, but I think I pissed her off not saying something right away, and we went straight for each other's throat. But Ares kids have always been pricks in fantasy novels. Don't know what I expected to be different. At least enough people are showing up that we can't kill each other, but... I guess I'm just nervous. Martial arts spars, police academy, personal training... It's all been in controlled environments, so I've never been in a proper fight before. I know my limits and my skills, but if I lose, it'll be no different than what I've already been through." Seth continued, ending with an apathetic shrug. At the very least, he could take a beating thanks to all the bullying in school.<br/><br/>His inspection of the blade completed to his satisfaction, he soaked a central portion of the rag in the polish/cleaner solution, then set to rubbing the liquid on the blade from the guard up. His slender finger caressed the blade with skill, much in the same way an experienced playboy would touch the soft skin of his lay for the night, and the light seemed to reflect off the blade into his eyes, giving them an ominous glint for a few moments. For those short seconds, Seth seemed genuinely dangerous, a feeling akin to standing close to someone with killing intent just wafting from their being; the light shifted and reflected against his cheek now, returning his visage to its usual form, that of a cheerful young man still relishing his roommate's good fortune and the anticipation of the night's events.