[Look, cooking is the only reason half the people he knows talk to him sometimes.
Also he's kind of in shock. That's a thing that happened, and is continuing to happen. He just looks at his shoulder numbly.]
When did you...?
[Get back. Narukami's back. He should, probably, be happy about it, but the little wry smile takes a conscious effort to summon up. The faint tone of dry humour is more genuine, more ready, even if it's self-deprecating in a way that says he realizes that he's probably going to get punched again soon.]
No, but Zelda stabbed him in the heart, and that was the last thing he ever saw.
[yes yu do]
Also he's kind of in shock. That's a thing that happened, and is continuing to happen. He just looks at his shoulder numbly.]
When did you...?
[Get back. Narukami's back. He should, probably, be happy about it, but the little wry smile takes a conscious effort to summon up. The faint tone of dry humour is more genuine, more ready, even if it's self-deprecating in a way that says he realizes that he's probably going to get punched again soon.]
No, but Zelda stabbed him in the heart, and that was the last thing he ever saw.
[It's the thought that counts, right?]