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Kamui had experienced nervous jitters plenty of times in his life. Namely every time he’s faced imminent danger (cough, fighting primals, cough). Every time he had to speak to Ishgardian nobles and other members of high society. That time he confessed his feelings to Haurchefant.
But right now?
Right now was the worst jitters he’s ever had.
Why?
Because he was about to ask Count Edmont for said son’s hand in marriage. And he had no fucking clue how he would react.
In fact, Kamui’s case of the jitters was so bad, that he couldn’t actually form the words he had so painstakingly crafted over the past week. No. No instead, all his body could form was vomit onto Count Edmont’s fucking dress shoes.
Kamui wanted to leave Ishgard on the spot, and he very nearly did.