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[unsaid]

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[preowned]

... do you need help?

[ however, this is kind of funny. ]

[unsaid]

I do not believe so.

[he gets the button




half a minute later! ok next one]

[preowned]

[ he's shaking ]

G... great. Keep going.

[unsaid]

[help,]

Is something the matter, my crane?

[button two.... done!]

[preowned]

No, not at all.

Is your hand tired? Maybe I should do the rest.

[unsaid]

I suppose I could use a break.

[FROM WHAT?

he gives tsuru one more kiss before setting him free]

[preowned]

[ thank god

he'll take a step back so he can unbutton the rest of the shirt, and then shrug it off. it takes a lot less time. ]

[unsaid]

[yea it does

mikazuki will pet the chicken in his lap]

Take care, Bob-chan-san, many canines roam these halls.

[preowned]

... is it dangerous for her?

[ there is going to be so much murder but he is concerned about the safety of his chicken. ]

[unsaid]

[that's fair,]

I believe there are a few tales of foxes chasing after birds....

But I am not sure what to do if that fox is attached to someone's soul.

[preowned]

[ opens his mouth

closes it.

he was definitely going to suggest stabbing the person the fox is attached to. ]

[unsaid]

[he knows

he's laughing]

... let us err on the side of caution for now, dear crane.

[preowned]

I suppose...

[ but that reminds him. ]

Is your sword okay?

[ he knows it was listed on the profile and like. he just wants to double check it wasn't messed with. ]

[unsaid]

I have not retrieved it yet.

[he really went to tsuru’s room first because mikazuki knew he would need help getting dressed

also he didn’t have his sword most of the time as lune so he can manage being apart from it a bit better]

What of yours?

[preowned]

[ he looks towards the desk. on top of it, there's a sword stand, where tsurumaru kuninaga is settled on. ]

It's in good shape.

[ off with the pants, and he will go to dig through his outfit choices. ]

[unsaid]

[hmmm.

that gets mikazuki to rise, though he keeps bob-chan-san in his arms.]

... Might I inspect for myself, Tsurumaru Kuninaga?

[they've managed a lot of intimacy together but

not quite this?]

[preowned]

[ his gaze falls towards his sword for a moment, before he turns his attention to digging out his normal clothing to change into. ]

Of course. Go ahead.

[ it's not like he isn't used to other people holding his sword-- kara did, after he broke. even though the situations aren't quite... the same here. ]

[unsaid]

[it is not quite the same here.

mikazuki will at least treat this moment with the reverence he believes it deserves, giving bobchansan one final pat before depositing her to the ground. he reaches his hand out to where the tsurumaru kuninaga rests, carefully unsheathing it from its scabbard and admiring the blade.

it is a customary check - to ensure that it is without knick or mark, though he treats it with the same aura as he would a sacred ritual.]

... as beautiful as ever.

[preowned]

Hearing that from the most beautiful sword in Japan? It's quite an honor.

[ he's dressing himself, putting his attention in slipping on each article of clothing. but he can't really help the way his eyes fall back on what mikazuki is doing.

it really is strangely intimate. ]

[unsaid]

Ha ha ha. Some have asked me to evaluate their beauty upon arriving here.

[upon finishing his inspection, he will place tsurumaru back in his sheath in one easy motion - though he holds upon the sword as he approaches tsuru himself.]

I strangely find myself not entirely knowing how to answer. What is beautiful to one such as myself?

[he knows his claim to fame - but it also means that 'beauty' is such an odd, fleeting thing to mikazuki. still, with his free hand he reaches out to tsurumaru's face - attempting to distract him from dressing, i guess]

And yet... I know that you are.

[preowned]

[ sadly, it distracts him from dressing

he turns his head just enough so that he can press a kiss to in the inside of mikazuki's palm. ]

Is it because we are romantic?

[unsaid]

[he looks thoughtful at that]

... I wonder.

Had I not always found you enchanting, even before we were romantic?

[preowned]

Have you?

[ his hand moves to unbutton mikazuki's shirt. if tsuru has to be half-dressed then so does he. ]

What was enchanting?

[unsaid]

[tsuru, jiji doesn't have clothes here. tsuru. tsuru please i'm begging]

Hmm... without these summoned bodies, nor the length of our histories... could it not only be your spirit?

[preowned]

[ i'm sorry the shirt is unbuttoned. it goes a lot faster than when jiji was doing it ]

I do not think that is the adjective that most people would use for me.