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[dragoncarving]

[Ookurikara isn't quite happy about all of this. Sure, he would admit the wings look beautiful at first. But it never erase the unsettling ease he felt back then. Even as it seems like Tsurumaru acted like nothing's wrong.

But gradually, he noticed the changes. How Tsurumaru get assigned to duty and battle less and less. He seems to act... more distant than before. While Ookurikara knows he didn't know Tsurumaru the longest (that would be anyone from the Heian era), he does know Tsurumaru was always friendly and warm among the Date swords.

The Tsurumaru Kuninaga he's noticing lately is noticeably different from who he's used to. It's what finally got him to start moving. Ookurikara's been looking for Tsurumaru, resolving to confront him about this.]

Tsurumaru?

[Standing in front of the next room he's about to check, Ookurikara calls out for a moment. Before he slides the door open.]

[cranelike]

(He can hear Ookurikara outside and he tries to muster up the strength to call out to him like he usually would. He's always been glad to spend time with Ookurikara. It's no secret that he's close with and very fond of the Date swords. Even in his worst moods, he'd enjoyed their company and always welcomed them into his space. They're some of the few people he'll allow to be with him when he's at his worst.

But for it to be Ookurikara... Tsurumaru knows Ookurikara is more sensitive than he lets on. He knows that if he saw him like this, he'd be hurt and worried. He definitely won't like this, Tsurumaru thinks and maybe it's for the best that he can't really call him or anything. It's best if Ookurikara doesn't see this.

Of course, when the door opens, Tsurumaru is there, lying down on the ground. It might even look like he's sleeping with the way the wings are wrapped around him. It's just that his arm is reached out for his sword still and Tsurumaru isn't the type to just leave his sword on the floor like that. It would usually be in a stand or placed neatly in front of him but this looks careless.

If Ookurikara comes around to see Tsurumaru's face, his eyes are open, clearly tired and not quite focused. It's hard to really even look up at him. It's too much effort. He also can't bring seem to get the energy to even smile at him like he usually would.)

[dragoncarving]

[It seems like Tsurumaru was asleep at first glance, however the fact that his sword's laying on the floor was strange. Was Tsurumaru that exhausted? Ookurikara quietly step inside and walks over to check on him.

He get down to one knee and saw Tsurumaru's face. He frankly looks terrible. Clear concern shows on his own face, as Ookurikara softly calls out to Tsurumaru.]

Oi, Tsurumaru. What's wrong?

[He reaches out and place a hand on his shoulder.]

[cranelike]

(He looks terrible because he is terrible. He can hear Ookurikara enter and he wishes he could turn to greet him but the most he can do is get his wings to twitch just slightly in response.

With Ookurikara now in front of him, he can barely lift his head btu ah... the way his face looks? It makes him want to be strong and he manages the smallest smile up at him.)

Kara-bou...

(Even talking feels like too much effort,)

Nothing. (Everything.) I'm just... tired...

[dragoncarving]

It's not nothing at all!

[Absolutely nothing like a "normal" exhaustion he knows, such as physically from battles and tasks. Ookurikara gently press the back of his hand to Tsurumaru's forehead, just in case. His concerned eyes are glancing all over, from Tsurumaru's body to his face... and of course, those beautiful wings of his.]

What's...

[What's causing this? His first thoughts are the wings, as it matches the timing perfectly.]

[cranelike]

(He's cold. It's almost unnatural how cold he was, like he'd just been outside on a winter's night or something. There's not a trace of the usual warmth he should have.

Ah, but it's a nice touch, he thinks. Ookurikara's hand feels so warm, he closes his eyes and he wants to lean into it more.

Ookurikara is a smart spirit, he knows he can figure out what's wrong just like he and the saniwa did. It's the wings-- the only thing about him that seems to be fine and he whispers,)

Don't I look like a crane?