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[preowned]

I didn't want you to fuss over it. In the end, I am now alive, and that's what matters.

[ he doesn't have to think about it. ]

Who did you ask?

[unsaid]

No one.

But enough was said to make an educated guess [mostly dimitri said something that tipped jiji off] and none but you could provide a confirmation I would find satisfying.

Do you think I am fussing?

[preowned]

I do. I don't need to be watched.

[ if he really wanted to, he could have warned the others to not mention it to anyone, but... ]

The second time was an accident. I was trying to bring someone back inside, and it went... wrong. It won't happen again.

[ tsuru is never going to be nice to a kid on a thursday ever again ]

[unsaid]

Oh? Have we not covered that I am always watching you?

[ . . . though his expression softens slightly in understanding then. it really is just a bad string of events for tsuru, isn't it?

though he understands just as easily how irritating it can be, to be perceived.





doesn't really stop him anyway.]

You have my faith.

[even more than his trust]

[preowned]

... good. I would be insulted if you thought I was unable to take care of myself.

[ he says to the sword who needs help getting dressed

but has his luck in these things been bad? yes. horribly so. yet at the end of the day, he's still a sword, and that still carries a specific kind of pride. ]

What kind of tea would you like?

[unsaid]

Ha ha ha. No, no. It is I who cannot take care of myself.

We would be quite a mess if it were us both.

[though of course he only means this in jest. he will go to take a seat instead of helping.]

Whatever you desire to drink today.

[preowned]

[ when the mystery figures offers the tea tsuru is just going to

mix them all together

and then sets a cup in front of mikazuki. ]

[unsaid]

[he drinks it






and brings his hand up to slightly obscure his cough]

[preowned]

Hm? Is everything fine?

[ this is revenge ]

[unsaid]

[he knows it’s revenge]

… it is well enough.

[preowned]

Then please, continue to help yourself.

[ he gestures for mikazuki to keep drinking ]

[unsaid]

… it is still a bit too warm.

[it isn’t]

[preowned]

Oh no.

[ he continues to watch him. ]

[unsaid]

[mikazuki will simply

reach out with his palm up as an open invitation for tsuru’s hand now]

[preowned]

[ this is a fucking trap.




he will place his hand there. ]

[unsaid]

[i wouldn't say it's a trap

but mikazuki will lift tsuru's hand to dust a kiss over his knuckles

and then place it back down on the table and turn to admire the flowers]

[preowned]

[






disgusting. ]

[unsaid]

[yea




the real punishment is the fact that jiji continues to not say anything and will be content admiring the flowers for the next few hours if tsuru says nothing]

[preowned]

[ he manages to last twenty minutes. ]



Mikazuki.

[unsaid]

[that's a new record]

Hm?

[preowned]

Why are you ignoring me.

[unsaid]

Was I? I was merely watching the flowers...

[and not tsuru]

[preowned]

Your tea is getting cold.

[unsaid]

Perhaps the flavors have had more time to settle.

[he will lift it and take. a tiny sip. anyway.]

Fufu. Do you grow weary, my crane?

[preowned]

You aren't bored?

[ he knows the answer to this question

yet he asks anyway ]