( Warm? Even Tsurumaru Kuninaga can be warm? He would smile and laugh if someone had told him this earlier, if anyone else had told him this now. But as it is, it's Mikazuki and so Tsurumaru is quiet, letting him say his words. Warmth isn't something he'd really consider himself. He's Tsurumaru Kuninaga, made from cold steel, white like the snow, named after wintering birds. Tsurumaru Kuninaga is cold.
He frowns at Mikazuki, eyes watching him with quiet sadness before letting go and moving away. Getting up onto his feet, he crosses the tatami, heading towards the door wordlessly. He stops just short of the doors, touching the side of his face for a moment as if bracing himself to go back out into the world beyond this room. He has to make sure his mask is on, after all.
But he isn't gone for very long because in a minute or two, he's back with a towel so he can clean the mess he'd made earlier when his tea spilled. Some of it has already soaked into the tatami by now but it's better than leaving it all together. When he's finished, he holds out his hand to Mikazuki, )
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He frowns at Mikazuki, eyes watching him with quiet sadness before letting go and moving away. Getting up onto his feet, he crosses the tatami, heading towards the door wordlessly. He stops just short of the doors, touching the side of his face for a moment as if bracing himself to go back out into the world beyond this room. He has to make sure his mask is on, after all.
But he isn't gone for very long because in a minute or two, he's back with a towel so he can clean the mess he'd made earlier when his tea spilled. Some of it has already soaked into the tatami by now but it's better than leaving it all together. When he's finished, he holds out his hand to Mikazuki, )
Give me your hand.