[ . . . and there is just a brief, almost faraway musing:]

We have lived a rather long time, haven't we...

[a wistful statement, said barely any louder than a sigh - and directly contrasting the youthful face in front of him. mikazuki pulls the sleeves of his robes, adjusting theme ever so slightly. tighter as they are now on his frame, which similarly does not feel quite so feeble or as though it is in a constant fight against gravity.

despite this, he turns and goes to leave his bedroom]

I will come fetch you from the guest room then, and I will borrow you to do something fun. Please await me.

[jiji, your nonsequiturs

but he will finally pull the phone away from his ear and should tsurumaru glance at his phone screen, he'll see that it then floods with light and an all too familiar face. mikazuki munechika, looking no older than his mid-20s. he stares down at his screen intently even as his hand moves slowly, going to tap on the red button to end the call with an amused mumble of 'oh, is it this one?'

and then it ends, and he shuffles slowly but surely out the door and down the hall. he is walking so slowly. it does not occur to him to move faster.]