[ to be honest, he doesn't know either. since, despite the years he spent with the ashikagas before the clan's downfall, he's never had the opportunity to do something like this. he and his companions had always had various people attend to their needs. from their clothes to their maintenance to their repairs should there be any need for it, there had always been someone who did it for them. a price for their status, he had supposed.

and it's really only until he's been summoned by their new master that he's even introduced to such tasks and chores.

as he starts brushing the other sword's hair (fur?? whatever), he also starts finding strange things in it. pieces of paper, for instance, shredded into tiny pieces like confetti and pillow feathers. and clumps of salt too, almost invisible among the silver strands. ]

I am almost curious as to what kind of encounter you've had in your own house, Kogitsunemaru. [ because your hair's a mess what is this. ] Did you leave of your own accord or were you forced out?

[ he almost bets that it's the former. but he's not a betting man. ]