[mikazuki is also in his pajamas? it's kind of a problem. because they're very fine pajamas, probably silk, and they are the pajamas belonging to the honored former head of the family. the estate that they live in is nice, tucked away in a part of the city, and the staff is a little bit more limited than it is in the main house where his son and the rest of their family lives. but the staff don't even seem to pay him any mind outside of the vaguely worried, 'You didn't wish to call for one of us to assist you, sir?']

Ah... no, all is well, all is well. Perhaps in time.

[it's okay, he's allowed to have a crazy old man tendency here or there. except no one is reacting to him like he's crazy for appearing younger... what is going on....

eventually he meanders far enough down the hall that he approaches the guest room and - pauses. for the face that he sees poking out of tsurumaru's room is one that is similarly distant and familiar to mikazuki's own reflection.

that is the face of the young man who enchanted him from the day they met.]

My, oh my. So perhaps it is not just my eyes playing tricks on this old soul...