With Ginia having agreed to calling off the session for now, Chikusa wastes no time in just sinking straight to the ground with his head flopped back and his long limbs sprawled out. It's very nearly boneless, with the only thing apparently giving him any kind of structure being the fact that his arms are holding him up so that he's technically sitting. It's debatable how long that will last, frankly.

For all that he loathes excess activity and all the disgusting sensations that come along with it, Chikusa has to admit that this felt sort of good. At least, it had felt solid, in the moment, if that would make any sense to someone beside him. For a long while after the failed ablution, his mind didn't seem connected to his body. It's a normal occurrence, although usually not so severe. Yet however normal it is for him after so long, that doesn't mean he has to like it. Yet after the visit to the hot springs, save for one unfortunate event that still leaves him discontent, he's felt a little better... And forcing his body into motion has helped solidify it.

Even if he feels utterly disgusting right now. No wonder Ken pants instead with his tongue lolling out.

His attention drifts back to Ginia as she approaches, taking in the message her phone delivers robotically. It's something of a compliment, he supposes, but all he can think of is how he wasn't fast enough with his line to keep that heartbreak from Ken... or Hakkai, maybe, although it's a lot harder to tell with him. "Just... with borderlines." It's something he views as an open secret, so Chikusa doesn't really hesitate in giving this bit of information away. "In actual fights that aren't magic... Ken is better than I am. It's just with shinki magic... I've had practice. Since it's the only tool I'll always have on me anyway..."

And the only thing that will work on just about anything, even if that thing is an undead horde.