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[ginsu_master]

The front door opens and a stick is brandished out the door. There is mad stick flailing. Leo pokes his head in the bar, one hand on his sheathed sword.

"...not home. No killer mutated furniture. ...yet."

Leo makes his way over to the bar for a stiff drink but taking the time out to carefully lean Splinter's walking stick against the bar.

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[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Biff doesn't know to appreciate the fine art of Japanese sake drinking and mistakes it for an awkward silence.

"So, new topic. Um. Swords. They're . . . pointy. I like knives, myself."

[ginsu_master]

"Swords are much better. Longer reach. Like throwing knives, though."

Leo begins to go through the colors of the sacred Fudo and their meanings. Out loud. Being sacred isn't being rude.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

"I had this one made of volcanic glass . . . it was pretty awesome. Yeah, I took it everywhere before I died."

Biff blinks at the Sacred.