He reached out to Kurama's offered arm, only he didn't physically take the bracer and materia off him. His arm seemed to let off a dark, black steam like hot water on a cool day, and his arm passed right though Kurama's.
He turned his palm upwards and pulled the sleeve of his black shirt back, clenched and relaxed his fist a few times. The bracer and materia were back on him, in him. "A benefit of technically being a ghost," he said, looking up at Kurama with a slight quirk to his lips.
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Date: 2010-11-01 02:36 pm (UTC)He turned his palm upwards and pulled the sleeve of his black shirt back, clenched and relaxed his fist a few times. The bracer and materia were back on him, in him. "A benefit of technically being a ghost," he said, looking up at Kurama with a slight quirk to his lips.