[ 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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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? ]