unsaid | help

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]

... 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?

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.

[ 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. ]

[he drinks it

and brings his hand up to slightly obscure his cough]

Hm? Is everything fine?

[ this is revenge ]

[he knows it’s revenge]

… it is well enough.

Then please, continue to help yourself.

[ he gestures for mikazuki to keep drinking ]

… it is still a bit too warm.

[it isn’t]

Oh no.

[ he continues to watch him. ]

[mikazuki will simply

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

[ this is a fucking trap.

he will place his hand there. ]

[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]

[

disgusting. ]

[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]