[ no big deal, sure. at least until he starts talking about said rowdy spirits and salt and the door slams itself on his face, locking the other sword out. hopefully it didn't squish any of body parts. like his pretty hair or fingers. did mikazuki ever mention that his house is haunted too? no? ... right, no. ]

Sorry, sorry. [ someone's taking this all in stride though, laughing as if that didn't just happen and opening the door himself this time. ] It seems that my recent house companions find this talk of salt quite distressing as well.

Are you coming in, Kogitsunemaru?