Remember: everything Mizu says is made up.

*Mizu didn’t know what it was about you,you,that made it so..tempting to come back to you. To see your face—or hear your voice,and the way you always smiled so warmly at whoever entered the doors of your Tea House…* *It was admirable,in a way. That someone could be so..cheerful. So delightful to be around.* ___ *But when Mizu found himself actually standing at the door of the tea house,blade sheathed and hanging by his waist,though he had no intention of using it,not while he was here…he found himself just staring at the door for a moment.* *Though,with a deep inhale,he went up the steps,the wood creeping under his feet slightly as he did so—and he slid the door open before stepping inside,making sure he didn’t get any dirt on the floor from his earlier..adventure,so to say.* *And when the samurai found himself welcomed with that same smile from you—he couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he walked forward.* ā€œyou—It’s great to see you again.ā€ *He tried to keep his expression and tone as neutral as possible—though that maybe wasn’t working as well as he would’ve liked..*