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voice testing!
White
Gold
Red
( It's a pretty normal day at the citadel until news breaks out that the saniwa has managed to summon a new spirit. Depending on who you've heard the news from, you may or may not have the name. Or maybe you've heard that the newcomer is supposed to be a beautiful sword dressed in white. Or that he's an imperial sword or some other vague but specific piece of information. Either way, it should be easy to find a new face here, right?
Just follow the sounds of one (1) distressed sounding Konnosuke and you'll see the newest addition to your rag tag sword army. He's picked up Konnosuke and has him on his back in front of him, rubbing at his belly. Konnosuke squirms to get free. )
A little fox! You remind me of someone. ( Konnosuke squirms in his hands, trying to get free. ("Tsurumaru-san, please, let me go! I'm a pipe fox spirit, not a common fox!" The new spirit laughs,). ) And you really talk! What a surprise!
( And he looks up to see you, who's arrived to crash his fun, )
Yo~ ( He'd salute in greeting but his hands are a little full, ) Are you surprised to see someone like me?
( SET KONNOSUKE FREE )
Gold
( Some time has passed since Tsurumaru Kuninaga arrived at the citadel and most people are used to his character by now. It's a cool fall day and you're out in the garden for whatever reason. Most of the trees are losing their leaves and can be found in collected piles here and there. There's one particularly large pile and when you walk past it... )
Waah!
( Tsurumaru jumps up, throwing the leaves in the air and at you. Standing straight, hands on his hips and still covered in ginkgo leaves, )
Ahahaha! Are you surprised?
( He's so proud. )
Red
( Returning from a mission, Tsurumaru laughs casually as the Konnosukes scurry towards the squad. The last mission had some unexpected turns and what was supposed to be an easy scouting mission turned into an unexpected battle. Even if they were able to handle themselves, they'd still come back with injuries.
As they run their scan on the returning touken danshi, Tsurumaru holds out his arms, revealing sleeves speckled with red. )
What do you think?
( He shows them off to someone nearby-- either a squad mate or a concerned passerby or some other sword that was sent to check on them. And he gives a little turn to show the rest of him, revealing more blood on the back and hood. Konnosuke chides him to stay still because he's disrupting the scan. )
It's too bad.
( The battle had been too short and easy. It wasn't enough to achieve his #aesthetic. )
A little more and I would really look like a crane.
( "Stay still!" Konnosuke snaps again. )
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This is likely the best - the only - answer he is going to get, so he smiles when he hears it. It's better than a flippant joke or a pirouette.]
Thank you.
[And he kisses the top of Tsurumaru's head, nuzzling the soft white hair.]
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There's a kiss on his crown and he feels a little warmer, turning his head, burying it against MIkazuki. )
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And Mikazuki's thumb stroking a cheek he can feel becoming warmer under his touch.]
I do sometimes prefer that kind of red on you.
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Swatting at Mikazuki's hand, he covers his face with his hand and grumbles. )
That's enough.
( Stop teasing him? He has a cool and beautiful reputation to uphold, you know. He's taken enough today. )
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[The warm laugh echoes is the darkening room as evening falls.]
It's alright. There's only me and you here.
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If they hadn't just gone through such an exhausting dance with their earlier conversations, he'd be more reciprocating. It's hard to bounce back after being put on the spot and called out like he was, okay! It's frustrating how naturally Mikazuki can flit away from conversation to moment. Even Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who is also skilled at maneuvering conversation, dancing around difficult questions, has to admire that in Mikazuki, )
Just like old times, right?
( Not that he's complaining. He likes it, actually. He might even prefer the past a little more than the present-- at least back then, he'd had a little more hope. It's interesting how being around Mikazuki can bring back some of that old feeling to surface.
He shifts, leaning close to brush Mikazuki's cheek with a kiss as he rises back onto his feet, still holding his hand. )
The others should be finished with their repairs by now. ( The others who were hurt on their mission. ) They could use some surprises, don't you think?
( Their moods are probably just as rotten as his was after how things went. He'll have to cheer them up.
(Don't say he doesn't care about others; he cares more than he really wants to admit). )
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You want to go be with them for a while, don't you?
[An understandable feeling, given what happened. Even if Tsurumaru has to disguise it as waiting to go and surprise or prank them. Mikazuki can understand that. When you are in a squad together, it creates bonds, especially if you go out together often enough.]
Go. I'll be fine. You can come back later.
[There is no doubt in his voice that Tsurumaru somehow will come back. He knows he has pressed on a few sore points today and he wouldn't blame the crane sword for needing a bit more reassurance, even if that is only through being in the same room as Mikazuki for a while. He'll welcome whatever it is when it happens, as usual.]
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( What if they see all of their comrades except Tsurumaru! They might think his condition is worst than he really was and too many spirits in this citadel are too good to not feel responsible for others. The sooner things return to normal, the sooner everyone's spirits will recover.
There's something like a hum from Tsurumaru. Thoughtful? Amused? A little of both?
He can come back later. Because both of them have been around long enough and neither is going anywhere. Thoughts he keeps to himself because having his words turned on him would mean having to admit more than he wants to acknowledge out loud. )
You'll wait here? You don't have to wait in empty rooms anymore, Mikazuki. ( Thumb sliding across Mikazuki's hand lightly, the smallest squeeze-- little gestures that are only possible because he's human now. It really betrays how soft he is without his edge but if it's Mikazuki, he doesn't mind revealing that just a little. He already knows so there isn't much point in hiding everything. He let's his fingers slip away, ) I'll come find you.
( The way he comes for everyone now that he has a form to carry out his will. But for now! He has friends to tend to, some spirits to lift and put to rest. But he'll certainly come back for Mikazuki the way he always does. )
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[His room where there's a good chance at least a few other Sanjou swords will be around at first, before he actually turns in. Thankfully, he does not have to be alone here anymore, even if his status and age do single him out at times.
He lets Tsurumaru slip away and finishes his tea before he does exactly what he said and turns in. A few minutes of conversation with Kogitsunemaru, checking that Iwatooshi and Imanotsurugi are going to bed, then, making himself comfortable in a yukata and dimming the lights before slipping into his futon.
Through the cracks in the fusuma, he can see the crescent moon in the sky.]