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[cranelike]

White

( 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. )

Comments

[thriceunified]

It was surprising the first few times...

[For a while, he'd believed Tsurumaru's apparent flippant disregard for others in the pursuit of his own desires. But then he'd gone out of his way to drag him back time and again, and there was no fooling him in that regard anymore.

But just as Tsurumaru settles in first, Souza settles in next to him. He could leave, could make him track him down once he's a pure, pristine white again, but by then Souza would have made himself scarce. He was never in any hurry to be repaired, and often seemed to actively avoid it, and yet here he was, in the repair room when it wasn't his turn, waiting patiently.]

Aha... so you brought me here for company... [His tone is almost chiding - how selfish, Tsurumaru. He already spoiled you, and now this?

But no matter the damage, their crane always takes some time to finish his repairs, so it's not long before Souza lays out instead, claims Tsurumaru's lap as a pillow. If he's going to stay, he's going to be as comfortable as possible.]

Admitting you didn't want to be lonely... would have been a surprise, you know...

[cranelike]

( Only the first few times? Well, he can't fault Souza for not being surprised anymore. If the same thing keeps happening, it stops becoming a surprise and becomes expected. Still, he'll pretend he doesn't know what Souza means. It might not surprise Souza anymore but it does for others.

As he goes through his repairs, letting their master's magic work it's it's mysterious ways, until all that's left are some of the peskier physical injuries-- the ones that will take just a little more natural time to heal. He doesn't hate it. In fact, he likes being taken care of. If he's not accented with red, he's happiest being clean.

Switching places, he doesn't mind when Souza rests on him. He's used to spoiling certain other swords with attention when they demand it and without question, his fingers move to brush Souza's hair from his face, collecting a few strands and idly braiding at it. He keeps working, barely missing a step even when Souza speaks. Instead, he chuckles, )

A bad one. No one wants to be alone. ( He won't deny it. But he won't act like it's something worth noting. ) Do you?