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[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?

[unsaid]

[ah.

mikazuki's hand slides up the center of tsurumaru's back, his thumb brushing against every notch of his spine. when he reaches to the place between his shoulder blades, he lets his hand rest there.]

I have not been taken from you.

I will not be taken from you.

[preowned]

You won't. I won't allow it.

[ he couldn't do anything today.

and while he believes in mikazuki's skills, the fact that he was even injured means that his guard was lowered enough that sieghart could reach him. what might have happened if they weren't brought back to the trial? ]

[unsaid]

Then what my crane demands shall be law.

[ . . . he lets his head lean down, their foreheads touching]

... shall we be trading anxieties for eight weeks?

[even if he wonders now, if tsurumaru understand a little better mikazuki's own worries that arose on thursday]

[preowned]

I would prefer if we were trading kisses.

[ not like they could, since SOMEONE has a HOLE in his cheek

he closes his eyes. ]

I won't leave you either.

[unsaid]

[i don't know how to tell you that a face hole will not stop jiji from kissing tsuru





like so]

[preowned]

[ hateful.

he kisses him back, and it is just so extremely gentle. ]

I would like for you to spend the night in my room.

[ he does not mind letting jiji go off to do this own thing tonight after this, but he needs to come back to him. ]

[unsaid]

[so gentle...

mikazuki's expression softens at that, and he cants his head to the side slightly]

And so I will.

Is there something you would like from me in the interim?

[he doesn't know what tsuru wants to do immediately after trial]

[preowned]

Something other than your company?

[ he doesn't really have anything he wants to do... ]

Do you want to go talk to others? I have a feeling you're going to be popular tonight.

[unsaid]

[he wonders how can he be expected to leave, when tsuru's tenseness underneath his fingers is so recent a memory]

Have I been remiss in my attentions?

For my crane to believe any small request from another might be enough to pull me from him when he wishes for me.

[mikazuki munechika, in the long arc of history, has always faced some kind of popularity.

but he thinks it rather simple now, when he is able to choose where he gets to be]

[preowned]

Aren't I supposed to be spoiling you...?

[ mikazki is the one injured, after all. ]

I won't keep you for too long. But let's find a spot to sit.

[unsaid]

Oh? Is it time for me to be spoiled?

Very well, very well.

[he'll let himself be led along wherever,]

[preowned]

[ they are still at the camp, technically, so tsuru is just going to take him to a spot he knows-- the gazebo. ]

Tell me about friends you have made here.

[ it feels like an easy enough topic to keep him here. ]

[unsaid]

[ah, back to the gazebo.]

Cetus.

[cetus did not agree to this.]

... Shinobu Kocho. Lup Lastname. Claude von Riegan. Sylvain Jose Gautier. Kim Dokja. Aikawa. Mollymauk Tealeaf. Rupert. Yuri Leclerc.

[ . . . ]

Well, I do consider all gathered here a friend.

[preowned]

I do not think that is her actual surname.