at the touch, it grips at him-- hard. before letting go. another hand chips away at the dirt, a little more urgently, and mikazuki will likely recognize them both. the dirt shifts around. ]
[ah yes he'd recognize these stupid gloves anywhere
mikazuki holds onto the hand just as intensely once it grips onto his, and then he'll continue displacing the dirt. he uses mostly his right hand, be proud of him - though his left shoulder begins to ache as he uses his left as well. it's fine.
what is the point of this body if it can't reach the person he loves?]
it works. when tsurumaru emerges from the dirt, it's not the first time in his life that he's left a grave, although it is the first time he is relieved by it. he immediately latches onto the thing closest to him-- mikazuki. his grip tightens, and then loosens, as soon as he sees who it is.
can't risk hurting mikazuki, after all. ]
I...
[ it's all he manages to say. the taste of dirt is overwhelming. ]
[tsurumaru's grip loosens but as soon as he's freed from his grave, mikazuki ushers him closer with his uninjured arm, looping it around him and encouraging tsurumaru to place his weight on him at least until he can catch his breath.
he knows. the impossibility of breathing, after digging yourself out of your own grave. the waiting, wondering if he'll ever make it out to the surface.
he rests a head against tsuru's, pressing his lips to his temple]
[ this is what happens when you make fun of jiji for having bad luck
it takes a moment. a long moment, as tsurumaru just rests against the other as he remembers how to breathe. he looks unsightly, and he almost wants to make a joke about it-- how little like a crane he must look right now. but he can't quite manage to form the words, so the moment continues to pass with no other sounds from him except breathing.
[ there's a huff of a laugh, and he'll try to pull away. he wants to make sure mikazuki is okay and didn't further strain himself too much. they have a long weekend ahead. ]
[mikazuki will allow tsurumaru to pull away - though his hand remains hovering at his back, just in case he feels tired enough that he might sway again. he knows that it's a pretty rough experience!!]
Mm, it would be - were it not this day.
[if tsuru disappeared on mikazuki on a fucking friday he would show up in the graveyard himself to dropkick his crane]
[mikazuki will similarly move to get up - and let his arm settlea round tsurumaru's middle.]
- allow me to hold you, my crane? For balance.
[and not because it'd probably better for the both of them to just find some sort of stability in each other rather than falling all over the place apart]
he glances down at his own body, at all the dirt that's caked on him, and how some of it crumbles off with every step. it really is unbecoming of him. ]
mikazuki just laughs at that, amused. he will lean in closer briefly just to brush another kiss against tsuru's cheek. he would like. kiss his hand like he usually does but he doesn't want to move his arms that much, very funny.
so this instead]
The perhaps our bath can wait a day or two more... So we might be able to enjoy it properly.
but mostly he's glad that mikazuki didn't have another unfortunate morning, even though he technically did once he saw tsuru was there. but it's better than the alternative. ]
[this was NOT better than the alternative you impossible crane
but once they make it to the room, mikazuki will just hold his hand out expectantly for tsuru's key. he feels like his own hands are at least less ragged than tsuru's]
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at the touch, it grips at him-- hard. before letting go. another hand chips away at the dirt, a little more urgently, and mikazuki will likely recognize them both. the dirt shifts around. ]
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mikazuki holds onto the hand just as intensely once it grips onto his, and then he'll continue displacing the dirt. he uses mostly his right hand, be proud of him - though his left shoulder begins to ache as he uses his left as well. it's fine.
what is the point of this body if it can't reach the person he loves?]
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it works. when tsurumaru emerges from the dirt, it's not the first time in his life that he's left a grave, although it is the first time he is relieved by it. he immediately latches onto the thing closest to him-- mikazuki. his grip tightens, and then loosens, as soon as he sees who it is.
can't risk hurting mikazuki, after all. ]
I...
[ it's all he manages to say. the taste of dirt is overwhelming. ]
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he knows. the impossibility of breathing, after digging yourself out of your own grave. the waiting, wondering if he'll ever make it out to the surface.
he rests a head against tsuru's, pressing his lips to his temple]
I have you, my love.
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it takes a moment. a long moment, as tsurumaru just rests against the other as he remembers how to breathe. he looks unsightly, and he almost wants to make a joke about it-- how little like a crane he must look right now. but he can't quite manage to form the words, so the moment continues to pass with no other sounds from him except breathing.
until, finally, ]
You should be resting.
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but mikazuki will just wait. his injuries ache, but it matters so little now that tsurumaru has returned to his arms. he makes a faint humming noise]
You were not there when I awoke. How could I be at rest?
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[ there's a huff of a laugh, and he'll try to pull away. he wants to make sure mikazuki is okay and didn't further strain himself too much. they have a long weekend ahead. ]
It would be like me.
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Mm, it would be - were it not this day.
[if tsuru disappeared on mikazuki on a fucking friday he would show up in the graveyard himself to dropkick his crane]
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Who?
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Alphinaud Leveilleur.
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[ of course someone died. he closes his eyes for a second, and then reopens them. ]
Let's go, Mikazuki. I want to make sure you haven't strained yourself.
[ he'll moves to get up, although it's shaky. ]
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- allow me to hold you, my crane? For balance.
[and not because it'd probably better for the both of them to just find some sort of stability in each other rather than falling all over the place apart]
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[ his own arm moves to hold onto mikazuki, although he has to aim for somewhere that isn't horribly wounded. ]
Come with me to my room? You can go and see others once we get there.
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but he nods and will become their slow but steady movement that way.]
Mm... Once I have healed myself, we ought treat ourselves with a proper wash.
[tsuru has his own bathroom so]
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[ such a simple thing feels like such a reprieve.
he glances down at his own body, at all the dirt that's caked on him, and how some of it crumbles off with every step. it really is unbecoming of him. ]
I could probably fall asleep in it.
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[probably]
Swordfish...
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I'd definitely drown.
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[stop]
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[ it would be an almost poetic way to go, except for all of the parts that are completely stupid, which is most of them. ]
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mikazuki just laughs at that, amused. he will lean in closer briefly just to brush another kiss against tsuru's cheek. he would like. kiss his hand like he usually does but he doesn't want to move his arms that much, very funny.
so this instead]
The perhaps our bath can wait a day or two more... So we might be able to enjoy it properly.
[unclear if bathtub is big enough for this]
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[ unfortunate
but mostly he's glad that mikazuki didn't have another unfortunate morning, even though he technically did once he saw tsuru was there. but it's better than the alternative. ]
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but once they make it to the room, mikazuki will just hold his hand out expectantly for tsuru's key. he feels like his own hands are at least less ragged than tsuru's]
Is it my turn to look after you?
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I believe you are also still in my care?
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Oh my.... our lines seem to be blurring.
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Very well, very well.