[ cool as he could be, smooth as he could be, let it be known that date masamune is not a romantic (he's a giant loser, really, and no one is surprised except everyone is). because, you know what? masamune isn't maeda keiji, and oshuu is a giant sausage fest. still, let it also be known that he's certainly not as clueless and clumsy with the entire thing as sanada yukimura is.
so when he's told a good way to show appreciation for a girl in particular is a bouquet of flowers (he'd paused a bit, as that was odd, considering how sparingly flowers were used), he doesn't shy away from the modern concept.
quite the opposite. after all, he's more than aware natalia's into these kinds of things. painfully aware, honestly, what with how many times the chicks flicks came out and he had to sit through them. why bother with subtlety and boring, typical displays when he's so sure of that fact, and it's backed up by the rest of these ~futuristic traditions~?
speaking of futuristic traditions, he does bother to send natalia a text informing her that he was dropping by. what he didn't tell her, of course, is that he would also be bringing not one, not two, not three... but six bouquets of different flowers, which he of course did not at all consider the meaning of. all he considered, really, was how exactly he'd hold them all. the answer to that question? exactly like kagehide, meaning there's one in the spaces available between his fingers, like some kind of suave clawed dragon except he isn't at all.
maybe natalia will reconsider her choices when she sees this spectacle. someone has to, because masamune sure isn't. the coolest: ]
Yo.
[ is what's offered to her when the door to natalia's apartment finally opens, and maybe she should just close it on his face now and save herself the headache. ]
[and then opens the door, takes one look at the six bouquets, shakes her head slowly and closes the door again bye
ok no not really
But listen, receiving bouquets isn't that weird for Natalia. Even receiving six bouquets isn't that weird for Natalia! It's just the fact that six bouquets are being delivered, all at once, three in each hand by Masamune of all people that she's pausing and tilting her head for a moment. For one single second, there is a doki as she wonders if maybe the flowers are for her -- she loves flowers, she is a romantic, thanks for noticing -- and then seems to come to one conclusion:
No way, it can't be that easy.
So as her expression goes from surprise to confusion to very subtle happiness and then eventually settles on amusement, she tilts her chin upward to face him.]
"Yo" indeed.
[that doesn't make sense]
And what might the occasion be?
[also how did he knock, masamune is truly amazing]
how amused can someone be in one day, honestly? for all the day's eccentricities and offence he should've taken, masamune is... incredibly unaffected by the entire thing, which perhaps is not much of a surprise. he comes home to the apartment about a bag's worth of letters richer (some opened some not), a suit folded and tucked underneath his arm with not a hint of damage to his pride, psyche, or incredibly innocent mind.
despite some of the content of the letters.
through all of that, he'd missed kojuro in the rush of everything. it's not with a hint of concern that he enters the room where kojuro sits (he's more than sure kojuro can handle himself, honestly, and he'd felt bad for any of the robots that tried to mess with him, really), but with a hint of curiosity about what kojuro's apparently alien admirers had to say about the man.
not that he stopped thinking that these letters weren't anything more than a way to mess with them. it's still something, though. maybe they'll say something better than "ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, YOU HAVE ONE EYE, BOTH OF MINE ARE ON YOU". ]
There you are, Kojuro.
[ TWO. ] [ masamune's on the friendly end of kojuro's sword, and the time between their spars feels longer than it's actually been... probably. he's had his fair share of opponents here and there, teaching overenthusiastic kids that came up to him and caught his attention, but he didn't need kojuro arriving to know that in some ways, that wasn't quite the same. just like facing sanada yukimura was on a whole other different level to those matches that may have fired him up.
this is just confirmation. blow meeting blow, and it's almost like he's young and kojuro's telling him he's gotten better, but not quite enough.
he still doesn't think he's quite enough of a match for kojuro--probably the only man he'd ever think this of--but he certainly tries regardless. when the space between them widens between strikes, masamune offers the other man light words as he adjusts his grip on one sword of kagehide. ]
That blade of yours hasn't dulled at all, has it.
[ who's surprised?? ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, that's who, and masamune's grin telegraphs that he expects nothing less.
it really is different, isn't it. ]
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ONE; don't share the creepy letters he doesn't wanna know!!!
[ there are things and how they come to be (and for what purpose) that should logically be questioned and things that should not.
today more than likely has been deemed the latter for kojuro. it is also for that reason that he had finally decided that he had had enough. he can't quite remember if it was the overall noise, the general pushy and rushed tendencies, the hooded figure that dropped letters as if it were delivering illegal goods, or... or maybe the cats.
kojuro has been sitting in the room silently for some time, now, eyes closed and arms crossed in thought. it doesn't seem as if he's quite settled in, however, considering he still has his long coat on. Closer inspection would have it that he's deliberately wearing it in place of the suit jacket, the rest of the suit itself still worn. he didn't have any particularly negative feelings towards the locals of this place ( they've proved they are crazy in unfortunate and sad ways but he didn't stick around long enough for any of the more malicious insanity demonstrations ). if he had felt they were any way an issue for masamune, kojuro not only wouldn't have left, he wouldn't have stopped until he physically located the other, as well.
as for the escaping part— well, robots are surprisingly easy to deal with when lightning also happens to be electricity. his lord has always been far better in dealing with loud events and handling spotlight. kojuro, on the other hand, would prefer to stick to the shadows, and find somewhere there is peace during his spare time.
still, he is ever alert when the younger man arrives. at being addressed, he lifts his head to look over to the other, for a moment a small hint of surprise. ] Lord Masamune. [ it's not at seeing the other, however, so much as the suggestion that masamune has actually been looking for him.
it doesn't really matter if it's assertive looking or passive looking for him, it's an inconvenience all the same for the other. ] I apologize for departing and requiring you to seek me out.
[ well, he's sort of sorry, anyway. as in, he'll be way less sorry when he realizes what the other has been looking for him for because really can we so not talk about the creepy letters that he's actually not opened at all yet past one or two to see what the contents actually were? they are currently mostly in a pile on the table in front of the couch, but that pile isn't as neat and organized as someone like kojuro would normally be if he was actually... diligently looking through them rather than just wondering if they disappeared all together if no harm would be done. he'd only opened the ones he did until he realized a pattern of the nature of the letters.
how was he supposed to know it wasn't actually important?
(and even knowing it's all pointless letters from faceless individuals, he didn't seem to be able to let go of the discipline telling him that, no, he can't throw any one of them away until he makes absolutely sure there is nothing worthwhile hidden in there. just because ninety-nine out of one hundred letters are the same, it does not mean the last one will be so. what kind of strategist simply assume untold or unseen information is useless?
a damn bad one, that's what kind.
...that doesn't mean he's made much progress on them, though. it's so...awkward. everything about these letters is strange and awkward.
THIS PLACE IS SO AWKWARD?
at least he doesn't have as many as Masamune does.) ]
Is there something you need me for?
[ —yes, reasons for leaving... ...definitely just the cats. ]
[ masamune's eye only takes a small moment to sweep the room, taking into account the details pretty quickly. all collected on the table, showing some signs of investigation but not quite... and yet they're all still there. masamune doesn't need to ask to know what his right eye thought about the words offered to him; he also doesn't need to ask to know why the rest of the unopened letters are there and not being used as fuel for whatever fire would summon nobunaga next ( let's admit the reason kojuro doesn't have as many as masamune is probably because he'd left before the other had... ).
--how very kojuro-like, really.
does that mean mister dragon's going to hold off on asking anything about them? of course not. he only allows his eye to linger on the pile for a barely noticeable second as he moves to take his place on the couch, depositing both the suit and his own letters in the spot beside him.
to kojuro's apology, a simple: ]
No problem. I know those places aren't your style, and the whole thing wasn't urgent.
[ if it was ever truly a problem, no apologies would need to be made; if masamune had truly needed him there, that's where he would've been. plus, inconveniences aren't enough to stop the trainwreck that is this lord honestly.......
there is no direct answer to the question, which is probably quite telling on its own. this place is awkward only if you really look at it as awkward, which masamune admittedly does not, at this moment. ... as much as he can see why it would be, he's just choosing not to consider it as such ( no, it really is just awkward. ).
ah, there's an open one. ]
Looks like you weren't too hot about the words they laid out for us.
Kojuro's expression remains solid, although there is the slightest twitch threatening to make itself known there, as well. Luckily, he's really good at controlling himself, only allowing the smallest of sighs to control betraying his displeasure further. Other than 'awkward', Kojuro supposes he can't really say that any of it is particularly more dangerous or threatening than another but...
Call him suspicious of those that try too hard (and, not to mention, fail miserably all the same). Granted, he still hasn't decided on whether or not he is particularly finding any of this actually potentially threatening—not when he's pretty sure this world can't even spell names like 'nobunaga' correctly, nevermind identify in any manner—but if Kojuro were any different, he wouldn't be fit for the title of Masamune's right eye (and, really, doesn't Masamune already have to deal with Kojuro's botenmaru feelings and his subsequent feelings of inferiority to things like being botenmaru's right eye—forget he himself was the one who made such a claim to be so so very long ago himself?). ]
I find this place and its people... treacherously mercurial. [ And it's not a mercurial like Matsunaga's interests in shiny things and one variant object's importance to the next. ]
Perhaps it is not the words so much as what they all suggest. [ So it's not simply the words, then?
he lifts between his fingers on the side closest to his lord a folded piece of paper being held there despite still having his arms held crossed. If Masamune is to take it, he'll find that this particular secret letter speaks about the most sacred of his important somewhat-secretive loves:
his vegetables. True to his serious nature concerning them (...and everything else, but especially them... they are right up there in getting his full attention short of botenmaru himself okok), he continues: ]
What is it they are so desperately seeking to hide that they would go through so much effort in a need to distract us with things such as this?
[ people who clearly understand nothing about vegetables bringing it into conversation... talk about desperate!!
Besides, he hasn't shown Masamune the other distraction that has taken the cake, yet; although Kojuro is pretty sure it was only coincidence that he found it first and it is meant for the Date lord himself.
(Also Kojuro has not yet figured out if it requires Masamune to take care of it—he does not know if he can trust the two together if Masamune is expected to do such things.
Then again, is that the sound of something being knocked over and crashing to the floor in another room?
It sure is.)
Kojuro shifts almost defensively. He heard nothing!!! ]
[ no. jk shopping that can lead to make-outs if you want idk what i'm doing
yamato is pure as the driven snow, loves shopping, and takes it as seriously as he takes sparring.
haha right. it's one of those rare days where yamato is the one being pulled aside from his usual preferences of spending the time he's not spending fighting... fighting; those rare moments where kashuu gets to return all the times he'd been dragged into hours-too-long sparring sessions with some kind of friendly bloodthirsty enthusiasm from his looks-nice-hits-not-nice partner. in this particular break in between sorties, they'd been allowed to move with the saniwa to do a bit of shopping. supplies, food... luxuries, perhaps, in kashuu's case.
absolutely no one is surprised that yamato's blood isn't boiling as much as it would be with a blade pointed at something. he's finding that there's not much blade-pointing involved in shopping, but he sticks with kashuu and deals with the whole thing anyway.
it's really too bad if the other sword wanted an enlightened opinion to help him make decisions in this kind of scenario, because honestly yamato has only one thing to say when he's asked to help kashuu pick between two items and that's: ]
[ it might be a bad idea in the morning, they're told. they're swords and, unlike jiroutachi, are not so well versed in the act of "feeling the joys of life". but at the end of a successful sortie, the offer for a celebration with a bit ( a lot ) of sake is made and... the rest is basically history.
well. not quite history. the rest bands together in the morning and smashes mitsutada in the head, punishing him for his oversight and one moment of recklessness. it's really a fortunate thing that the day was set aside as a rest day, though he'd never allow himself to go that far when it wasn't... this problem wouldn't have come up at all in the first place.
.......... and it probably never will, at this point. how very uncool.
he's moving for a small bit of fresh air when his path crosses with ookurikara, one of his companions during that descent to hell (of course), noting that the other sword doesn't seem at all as "...." about the morning as he does.
of course. ]
Kuri-kun. You look well.
[ a hint of surprise. that's great, sure, but.....
......... talk about unfair, if he feels like being petty. ]
[ ookurikara isn't sure if he remembers anything accurately past staring rather skeptically into his sake cup, tilting it a little forward towards him after a toast was performed and they were instructed to drink from the cup before putting it down. he felt like the only one who actually delayed the inevitable, wondering if he should make a last ditch effort to avoid bad life choices, but the thought lost relatively soon after. giving in, he drank from the cup like the rest had done directly from the celebration gesture, even if reluctantly slow.
(reluctantly because if "the joys of life" made jiroutachi louder, he really didn't want to be around for what it would do to quite a few of the others when they reached the beginning of feeling it.)
except, it had been hard to brush them all off and in the end just maybe the fact that mitsutada had been willing to accept when these things had come up before and ended in respectful decline would have been enough alone to get him to come along. no one really knows (and it's questionable if even kuri himself does as he simply prefers to not think on it). the chances anyone ever will find out are even slimmer.
nevertheless, here they are and ookurikara peeks up at the familiar voice to look where mitsutada is standing. damn, this is awkward, especially when he still hasn't sorted what he's going to believe happened last night from all the things—he shouldn't be talking to anyone who was there, actually. it's just mitsutada matters more than most.
so this is probably what awkward feels like, considering he usually could care less and doesn't feel anything towards it. ookurikara isn't one hundred percent, but the heavy-headedness and light fog are things he considers manageable and necessary to suck up and not let affect the direction of his day. he maybe have had less than the other sword to achieve this or he may have also simply managed to tolerate it better than his elder. ]
Mitsutada. [ best say something to diffuse the situation rather than let it fester in awkwardness ]
...You don't.
[ ... yeah, okay so telling mr. cool that he looks like a trainwreck probably isn't the most gentle way to start things off with the morning after. he tried, though.
(in his defense, he caught himself from saying the less graceful you look like shit variation.)
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dana and i ruin cute prompts. cerealia-land version
so when he's told a good way to show appreciation for a girl in particular is a bouquet of flowers (he'd paused a bit, as that was odd, considering how sparingly flowers were used), he doesn't shy away from the modern concept.
quite the opposite. after all, he's more than aware natalia's into these kinds of things. painfully aware, honestly, what with how many times the chicks flicks came out and he had to sit through them. why bother with subtlety and boring, typical displays when he's so sure of that fact, and it's backed up by the rest of these ~futuristic traditions~?
speaking of futuristic traditions, he does bother to send natalia a text informing her that he was dropping by. what he didn't tell her, of course, is that he would also be bringing not one, not two, not three... but six bouquets of different flowers, which he of course did not at all consider the meaning of. all he considered, really, was how exactly he'd hold them all. the answer to that question? exactly like kagehide, meaning there's one in the spaces available between his fingers, like some kind of suave clawed dragon except he isn't at all.
maybe natalia will reconsider her choices when she sees this spectacle. someone has to, because masamune sure isn't. the coolest: ]
Yo.
[ is what's offered to her when the door to natalia's apartment finally opens, and maybe she should just close it on his face now and save herself the headache. ]
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ok no not really
But listen, receiving bouquets isn't that weird for Natalia. Even receiving six bouquets isn't that weird for Natalia! It's just the fact that six bouquets are being delivered, all at once, three in each hand by Masamune of all people that she's pausing and tilting her head for a moment. For one single second, there is a doki as she wonders if maybe the flowers are for her -- she loves flowers, she is a romantic, thanks for noticing -- and then seems to come to one conclusion:
No way, it can't be that easy.
So as her expression goes from surprise to confusion to very subtle happiness and then eventually settles on amusement, she tilts her chin upward to face him.]
"Yo" indeed.
[that doesn't make sense]
And what might the occasion be?
[also how did he knock, masamune is truly amazing]
kojuro h e l p
[ prompt ref 1.
how amused can someone be in one day, honestly? for all the day's eccentricities and offence he should've taken, masamune is... incredibly unaffected by the entire thing, which perhaps is not much of a surprise. he comes home to the apartment about a bag's worth of letters richer (some opened some not), a suit folded and tucked underneath his arm with not a hint of damage to his pride, psyche, or incredibly innocent mind.
despite some of the content of the letters.
through all of that, he'd missed kojuro in the rush of everything. it's not with a hint of concern that he enters the room where kojuro sits (he's more than sure kojuro can handle himself, honestly, and he'd felt bad for any of the robots that tried to mess with him, really), but with a hint of curiosity about what kojuro's apparently alien admirers had to say about the man.
not that he stopped thinking that these letters weren't anything more than a way to mess with them. it's still something, though. maybe they'll say something better than "ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, YOU HAVE ONE EYE, BOTH OF MINE ARE ON YOU". ]
There you are, Kojuro.
[ TWO. ]
[ masamune's on the friendly end of kojuro's sword, and the time between their spars feels longer than it's actually been... probably. he's had his fair share of opponents here and there, teaching overenthusiastic kids that came up to him and caught his attention, but he didn't need kojuro arriving to know that in some ways, that wasn't quite the same. just like facing sanada yukimura was on a whole other different level to those matches that may have fired him up.
this is just confirmation. blow meeting blow, and it's almost like he's young and kojuro's telling him he's gotten better, but not quite enough.
he still doesn't think he's quite enough of a match for kojuro--probably the only man he'd ever think this of--but he certainly tries regardless. when the space between them widens between strikes, masamune offers the other man light words as he adjusts his grip on one sword of kagehide. ]
That blade of yours hasn't dulled at all, has it.
[ who's surprised?? ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, that's who, and masamune's grin telegraphs that he expects nothing less.
it really is different, isn't it. ]
ONE; don't share the creepy letters he doesn't wanna know!!!
today more than likely has been deemed the latter for kojuro. it is also for that reason that he had finally decided that he had had enough. he can't quite remember if it was the overall noise, the general pushy and rushed tendencies, the hooded figure that dropped letters as if it were delivering illegal goods, or... or maybe the cats.
kojuro has been sitting in the room silently for some time, now, eyes closed and arms crossed in thought. it doesn't seem as if he's quite settled in, however, considering he still has his long coat on. Closer inspection would have it that he's deliberately wearing it in place of the suit jacket, the rest of the suit itself still worn. he didn't have any particularly negative feelings towards the locals of this place ( they've proved they are crazy in unfortunate and sad ways but he didn't stick around long enough for any of the more malicious insanity demonstrations ). if he had felt they were any way an issue for masamune, kojuro not only wouldn't have left, he wouldn't have stopped until he physically located the other, as well.
as for the escaping part— well, robots are surprisingly easy to deal with when lightning also happens to be electricity. his lord has always been far better in dealing with loud events and handling spotlight. kojuro, on the other hand, would prefer to stick to the shadows, and find somewhere there is peace during his spare time.
still, he is ever alert when the younger man arrives. at being addressed, he lifts his head to look over to the other, for a moment a small hint of surprise. ] Lord Masamune. [ it's not at seeing the other, however, so much as the suggestion that masamune has actually been looking for him.
it doesn't really matter if it's assertive looking or passive looking for him, it's an inconvenience all the same for the other. ] I apologize for departing and requiring you to seek me out.
[ well, he's sort of sorry, anyway. as in, he'll be way less sorry when he realizes what the other has been looking for him for because really can we so not talk about the creepy letters that he's actually not opened at all yet past one or two to see what the contents actually were? they are currently mostly in a pile on the table in front of the couch, but that pile isn't as neat and organized as someone like kojuro would normally be if he was actually... diligently looking through them rather than just wondering if they disappeared all together if no harm would be done. he'd only opened the ones he did until he realized a pattern of the nature of the letters.
how was he supposed to know it wasn't actually important?
(and even knowing it's all pointless letters from faceless individuals, he didn't seem to be able to let go of the discipline telling him that, no, he can't throw any one of them away until he makes absolutely sure there is nothing worthwhile hidden in there. just because ninety-nine out of one hundred letters are the same, it does not mean the last one will be so. what kind of strategist simply assume untold or unseen information is useless?
a damn bad one, that's what kind.
...that doesn't mean he's made much progress on them, though. it's so...awkward. everything about these letters is strange and awkward.
THIS PLACE IS SO AWKWARD?
at least he doesn't have as many as Masamune does.) ]
Is there something you need me for?
[ —yes, reasons for leaving... ...definitely just the cats. ]
doesn't he tho
--how very kojuro-like, really.
does that mean mister dragon's going to hold off on asking anything about them? of course not. he only allows his eye to linger on the pile for a barely noticeable second as he moves to take his place on the couch, depositing both the suit and his own letters in the spot beside him.
to kojuro's apology, a simple: ]
No problem. I know those places aren't your style, and the whole thing wasn't urgent.
[ if it was ever truly a problem, no apologies would need to be made; if masamune had truly needed him there, that's where he would've been. plus, inconveniences aren't enough to stop the trainwreck that is this lord honestly.......
there is no direct answer to the question, which is probably quite telling on its own. this place is awkward only if you really look at it as awkward, which masamune admittedly does not, at this moment. ... as much as he can see why it would be, he's just choosing not to consider it as such ( no, it really is just awkward. ).
ah, there's an open one. ]
Looks like you weren't too hot about the words they laid out for us.
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Kojuro's expression remains solid, although there is the slightest twitch threatening to make itself known there, as well. Luckily, he's really good at controlling himself, only allowing the smallest of sighs to control betraying his displeasure further. Other than 'awkward', Kojuro supposes he can't really say that any of it is particularly more dangerous or threatening than another but...
Call him suspicious of those that try too hard (and, not to mention, fail miserably all the same). Granted, he still hasn't decided on whether or not he is particularly finding any of this actually potentially threatening—not when he's pretty sure this world can't even spell names like 'nobunaga'
correctly, nevermind identify in any manner—but if Kojuro were any different, he wouldn't be fit for the title of Masamune's right eye (and, really, doesn't Masamune already have to deal with Kojuro's botenmaru feelings and his subsequent feelings of inferiority to things like being botenmaru's right eye—forget he himself was the one who made such a claim to be so so very long ago himself?). ]
I find this place and its people... treacherously mercurial. [ And it's not a mercurial like Matsunaga's interests in shiny things and one variant object's importance to the next. ]
Perhaps it is not the words so much as what they all suggest. [ So it's not simply the words, then?
he lifts between his fingers on the side closest to his lord a folded piece of paper being held there despite still having his arms held crossed. If Masamune is to take it, he'll find that this particular secret letter speaks about the most sacred of his important somewhat-secretive loves:
his vegetables. True to his serious nature concerning them (...and everything else, but especially them...
they are right up there in getting his full attention short of botenmaru himself okok), he continues: ]What is it they are so desperately seeking to hide that they would go through so much effort in a need to distract us with things such as this?
[ people who clearly understand nothing about vegetables bringing it into conversation... talk about desperate!!
Besides, he hasn't shown Masamune the other distraction that has taken the cake, yet; although Kojuro is pretty sure it was only coincidence that he found it first and it is meant for the Date lord himself.
(Also Kojuro has not yet figured out if it requires Masamune to take care of it—he does not know if he can trust the two together if Masamune is expected to do such things.
Then again, is that the sound of something being knocked over and crashing to the floor in another room?
It sure is.)
Kojuro shifts almost defensively. He heard nothing!!! ]
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yamato is pure as the driven snow, loves shopping, and takes it as seriously as he takes sparring.
haha right. it's one of those rare days where yamato is the one being pulled aside from his usual preferences of spending the time he's not spending fighting... fighting; those rare moments where kashuu gets to return all the times he'd been dragged into hours-too-long sparring sessions with some kind of friendly bloodthirsty enthusiasm from his looks-nice-hits-not-nice partner. in this particular break in between sorties, they'd been allowed to move with the saniwa to do a bit of shopping. supplies, food... luxuries, perhaps, in kashuu's case.
absolutely no one is surprised that yamato's blood isn't boiling as much as it would be with a blade pointed at something. he's finding that there's not much blade-pointing involved in shopping, but he sticks with kashuu and deals with the whole thing anyway.
it's really too bad if the other sword wanted an enlightened opinion to help him make decisions in this kind of scenario, because honestly yamato has only one thing to say when he's asked to help kashuu pick between two items and that's: ]
They're different?
[ he can't tell. he really can't. ]
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well. not quite history. the rest bands together in the morning and smashes mitsutada in the head, punishing him for his oversight and one moment of recklessness. it's really a fortunate thing that the day was set aside as a rest day, though he'd never allow himself to go that far when it wasn't... this problem wouldn't have come up at all in the first place.
.......... and it probably never will, at this point. how very uncool.
he's moving for a small bit of fresh air when his path crosses with ookurikara, one of his companions during that descent to hell (of course), noting that the other sword doesn't seem at all as "...." about the morning as he does.
of course. ]
Kuri-kun. You look well.
[ a hint of surprise. that's great, sure, but.....
......... talk about unfair, if he feels like being petty. ]
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(reluctantly because if "the joys of life" made jiroutachi louder, he really didn't want to be around for what it would do to quite a few of the others when they reached the beginning of feeling it.)
except, it had been hard to brush them all off and in the end just maybe the fact that mitsutada had been willing to accept when these things had come up before and ended in respectful decline would have been enough alone to get him to come along. no one really knows (and it's questionable if even kuri himself does as he simply prefers to not think on it). the chances anyone ever will find out are even slimmer.
nevertheless, here they are and ookurikara peeks up at the familiar voice to look where mitsutada is standing. damn, this is awkward, especially when he still hasn't sorted what he's going to believe happened last night from all the things—he shouldn't be talking to anyone who was there, actually. it's just mitsutada matters more than most.
so this is probably what awkward feels like, considering he usually could care less and doesn't feel anything towards it. ookurikara isn't one hundred percent, but the heavy-headedness and light fog are things he considers manageable and necessary to suck up and not let affect the direction of his day. he maybe have had less than the other sword to achieve this or he may have also simply managed to tolerate it better than his elder. ]
Mitsutada. [ best say something to diffuse the situation rather than let it fester in awkwardness ]
...You don't.
[ ... yeah, okay so telling mr. cool that he looks like a trainwreck probably isn't the most gentle way to start things off with the morning after. he tried, though.
(in his defense, he caught himself from saying the less graceful you look like shit variation.)
that's good enough, right? ]