[ whatever he feels about the fate of his chicken, fake or not, doesn't show on his face.
instead, he'll return to where mikazuki is. he sets the extra towels onto the bed, and picks up one to press it against mikazuki's skin to start cleaning him. ]
Will you tell me what happened that made you stop?
[he allows it, and for a long moment he is quiet.]
On occasion, they would show us a blue light. If enough of the lights gathered together, something would shift. We were all separated and sent to different parts of an island, the first time. The manor caught fire, the second time. At another moment, while scaling a cliff, the lights returned and -
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From there, it felt strange.
Until time reversed itself, and we began the loop over again, I felt... an aggression that was not mine.
[a glance to tsurmaru, almost wondering]
... is it?
[he's not aggressive, is he?????? it's beginning to be hard, to tell up from down]
[ his hand stills, and he glances up from his work to look mikazuki in the face. ]
No.
[ mikazuki munechika is a lot of things, and not all of them are good, but tsurumaru would not call him aggressive. even when he raises his blade against his friends, tsurumaru would still not call him that.
They are likely to be in better shape than you right now. They've been healed.
[ he takes his time to get a closer look at mikazuki's sounds, thinking how they definitely need shinobu to at least make sure this doesn't get worse. ]
Emotionally, I'm not sure. I went after you fairly quickly.
but he steps away to go grab more clothes, looking down at the puddles of blood and water that mikazuki had dragged in. he makes a mental note to clean that later. ]
it's just for a second, and he resumes shifting through what's in the closer to pull out a suitable outfit for mikazuki. tsuru wanders back, sets the yukata onto the bed, and resumes his inspection of the other. gently, gently. ]
No, it just surprised me. You asked it out of nowhere.
[ he'll double check that he's cleaned mikazuki as well as he can with the injuries, and then he'll pull out his sword to cut up the remaining towels; he needs temporary bandages until shinobu can get a look at him. ]
I will welcome any surprise, even if it's a hard one to swallow.
[ the bandages aren't as good as they can be, but the material isnt the best for it. still, it should at least help with the bleeding until someone can do better.
[it's enough that jiji won't immediately bleed through his yukata and then alert everyone else to his injuries, and that's pretty much all he wanted from this!
yay.
though when tsurumaru comes closer with the yukata, he will lean in a bit closer]
Do you believe that could ever change about yourself?
[yea jiji would just carry tsuru straight to shinobu and that'd be the most he'd manage
but he pauses at that before he lets himself lean forward as though to claim a kiss - but first he murmurs against tsuru's lips]
I think your heart more open than that, my crane.
[before letting the space between them close.
tsurumaru often appears as fine - mikazuki knows this well. exasperation and stubbornness tend to appear hand in hand on his expression, but there is so rarely an acknowledgement of what his heart must feel. it is a consistent thing.
but they cannot both be the types to shoulder all on their own]
[ he gives him a second kiss, and then another, and pulls away only so he can actually grab the clothing to help change mikazuki into.
there is a level of vulnerability here that he's not sure what to do about, since mikazuki is tipping it towards tsuru's direction instead of his own. it's a little frustrating, the way he turns where the spotlight points to. ]
So right now, I am fine, other than my worry for you.
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[ whatever he feels about the fate of his chicken, fake or not, doesn't show on his face.
instead, he'll return to where mikazuki is. he sets the extra towels onto the bed, and picks up one to press it against mikazuki's skin to start cleaning him. ]
Will you tell me what happened that made you stop?
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On occasion, they would show us a blue light. If enough of the lights gathered together, something would shift. We were all separated and sent to different parts of an island, the first time. The manor caught fire, the second time. At another moment, while scaling a cliff, the lights returned and -
[ . . . ]
From there, it felt strange.
Until time reversed itself, and we began the loop over again, I felt... an aggression that was not mine.
[a glance to tsurmaru, almost wondering]
... is it?
[he's not aggressive, is he?????? it's beginning to be hard, to tell up from down]
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No.
[ mikazuki munechika is a lot of things, and not all of them are good, but tsurumaru would not call him aggressive. even when he raises his blade against his friends, tsurumaru would still not call him that.
he returns to the task. ]
And you still feel it then?
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[ . . . his brow furrows, as he seems to realize something belatedly.]
... Kim Dokja and Aikawa. They are alright?
[and then he frowns more, as if displeased with himself for thinking to check only now]
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[ he takes his time to get a closer look at mikazuki's sounds, thinking how they definitely need shinobu to at least make sure this doesn't get worse. ]
Emotionally, I'm not sure. I went after you fairly quickly.
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... and emotionally -
How are you?
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Why would anything be wrong? I'm taking care of someone very dear to me.
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and finally, finally, there is a ghost of a laugh. not quite, but it is there in his sigh.]
.... one could say I have had rather poor luck lately.
[one could
suggest that]
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[ simply atrocious. the only way it can go more south is if he's dead by this weekend, even if oocly i would kill you.
he places his hand against mikazuki's cheek for a moment. ]
You should stop leaving my sight. Things happen when you do.
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Claude may grow jealous.
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[ he glances over at the closet, thinking that he needs to find spare clothes for him. he sets the thought aside for just now to just
press a kiss to the top of his head. gentle, gentle. ]
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anyway,]
Have we begun to lose track of our tale, my crane?
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[ it's not true.
but he steps away to go grab more clothes, looking down at the puddles of blood and water that mikazuki had dragged in. he makes a mental note to clean that later. ]
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honestly, probably to the moon out by the engawa.
it will prompt him to ask - ]
What do you believe is the core of your heart, Tsurumaru Kuninaga?
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it's just for a second, and he resumes shifting through what's in the closer to pull out a suitable outfit for mikazuki. tsuru wanders back, sets the yukata onto the bed, and resumes his inspection of the other. gently, gently. ]
Why do you ask?
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he watches the freeze and tilts his head to the side.]
Is it a question that gives you pause?
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[ he'll double check that he's cleaned mikazuki as well as he can with the injuries, and then he'll pull out his sword to cut up the remaining towels; he needs temporary bandages until shinobu can get a look at him. ]
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[tsurumaru is such a good nurse. mikazuki will... slightly help? in the sense that he will take one of those towels, and then reach for his own blade
there are remnants of blood on it, and he will set to quietly cleaning it]
And your answer?
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[ the bandages aren't as good as they can be, but the material isnt the best for it. still, it should at least help with the bleeding until someone can do better.
he'll move away to pick up the yukata next. ]
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yay.
though when tsurumaru comes closer with the yukata, he will lean in a bit closer]
Do you believe that could ever change about yourself?
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[ he'll lean in again, pressing their foreheads together. gently, gently... ]
But I would prefer if you did not try to test that, Mikazuki Munechika.
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... I do not seek to.
[ . . . ]
But if you were to get taken away on one of these excursions - I wonder what you would do. [a beat] What I would do.
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[ he doesn't move away. ]
I will be fine. I always am, after these things.
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but he pauses at that before he lets himself lean forward as though to claim a kiss - but first he murmurs against tsuru's lips]
I think your heart more open than that, my crane.
[before letting the space between them close.
tsurumaru often appears as fine - mikazuki knows this well. exasperation and stubbornness tend to appear hand in hand on his expression, but there is so rarely an acknowledgement of what his heart must feel. it is a consistent thing.
but they cannot both be the types to shoulder all on their own]
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[ he gives him a second kiss, and then another, and pulls away only so he can actually grab the clothing to help change mikazuki into.
there is a level of vulnerability here that he's not sure what to do about, since mikazuki is tipping it towards tsuru's direction instead of his own. it's a little frustrating, the way he turns where the spotlight points to. ]
So right now, I am fine, other than my worry for you.
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