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week 0, saturday

[preowned]

[ well, when trial ends, tsurumaru allows people to crowd around jiji to do whatever it is they do after the results came out

but as soon as it starts to thin, he is grabbing onto his jiji to steer him away. ]

Really.

[unsaid]

[steered!

he laughs to himself]

Really?

[preowned]

For someone who said he wouldn't leave me, you certainly were stabbed in the face.

[ he is peering at the bandage job zuko did. ]

[unsaid]

[he may peer. jiji doesn't seem to care that much]

Ha ha ha ha.

I was looking for some paper.

[preowned]

You really get into messes when I turn around. What an annoying old man.

[ well. he will have to approve of this bandage attempt because tsuru is not a fuckin doctor.

he carefully puts a hand on the not stabbed cheek though. ]

How are you going to drink your tea?

[unsaid]

[soft... mikazuki will lean into that touch easily, letting his eyes close as he focuses on the feeling.]

It is a dilemma indeed.

[preowned]

Perhaps we should find you a straw?

[ his gaze returns to the injury. ]

[unsaid]

Tea through a straw...

Is that not taboo?

[feels taboo.

the injury is - well, there. it was a cut across his face and then embedded straight through his cheek because i think face scars are beautiful.]

[preowned]

If it is, then I believe you are about to break it.

[ despite anything, he still laughs a little at the mental image of mikazuki elegant sipping through a straw. ]

[unsaid]

[yea he probably will. elegance is fun but tea is better.

. . . but he smiles faintly at the sound of tsurumaru's laughter. he cares little for how the gesture aggravates his injury.]

... the sound of your laughter settles this old heart well.

[preowned]

It was hard not to laugh.

[ he can't help but be amused. ]

How is your heart?

[unsaid]

[hmmmm.]

I am accustomed to saying farewell to friends.

[preowned]

Being accustomed to it does not make it hurt any less.

[ he would know.

his hand falls from mikazuki's face, and instead finds its way down to his chest. ]

You may share a feeling with me.

[ a singular feeling ]

[unsaid]

[his heart beats in a calm, certain rhythm even underneath tsurumaru's touch]

Am I being granted permission?

[preowned]

You are. I'm allowing it.

[ as if mikazuki munechika ever needed anyone's permission. ]

[unsaid]

[fnuuy.




mikazuki will just let his head rest against tsurumaru's as he grows quiet for a long moment. it might seem like he's entirely not bothering to answer the question.]

....

Curiosity.

[that is the feeling.]

[preowned]

[ he is not surprised that mikazuki didn't announce that he's sad but still ]

And what are you curious about?

[unsaid]

[ . . . . ]

This heart, and yours. Always.

Ercnard Sieghart's. Flayn's. The heart of every individual who cares for them both.

[preowned]

Are you going to try to find out?

[ a pause. ]

I assume you will visit Sieghart.

[unsaid]

[he smiles faintly]

Even if it was not a specified invitation, it was one nonetheless.

I would find it careless to not answer.

[preowned]

Tell me if he reveals anything.

[ tsuru is

decidedly not going. ]

[unsaid]

I shall.

[ . . . but now it is mikazuki's turn for face touch. he lets his thumb brush against tsurumaru's cheek.]

You do not wish to visit?

[preowned]

I believe he will be receiving a lot of visits tonight, and I did not particularly know him.

[ also. tsuru is maybe mad. so. ]

[unsaid]

[ . . .

mikazuki will slide his arms around tsurumaru's waist, pulling him closer - how tense is he?]

[preowned]

[ honestly? as tense as you might expect. ]

Yes, Lune-chan?