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[he drinks it






and brings his hand up to slightly obscure his cough]

[preowned]

Hm? Is everything fine?

[ this is revenge ]

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[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]

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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.

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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 ]

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Oh? How could I be bored?

I have been gifted [questionable] tea, a lovely garden, and you.

[preowned]

[ why must he have a praise kink. horrible. ]

I don't see how you can be gifted something that is already yours.

[unsaid]

[canting his head to the side]

Each day that you continue to be mine is its own pleasant surprise.

[preowned]

Is that right...

[ hmmm ]

Should we break up then?

[unsaid]

Were we not on the verge of it? In your 'summer camp'.

[preowned]

Yes! And so, the stress of being sent here pushed us towards the edge... it was too much strain for us to handle.

You find solace in the arms of [ uhhhh ] Cloud.

[unsaid]

The Wolf?

[why?]