My wrinkles may wish to have a word with you upon their return.

[ - because they will return, won't they? this sort of thing couldn't last forever....

could it?]

... but to hear those words from you remains an honor. If anything, I am glad to have at least this moment - for you are even more lovely than what my memories held. No wonder you were so dangerous in our youth.

[this is so straight.

anyway, mikazuki will reclaim his hand then, pulling away before he moves to stand, peering out the window curiously to see if anything else about the word has changed. there's no weird hue in the sky, no strange monster on the horizon... only chirping birds and the stretch of the manicured gardens of the estate.]

Shall we make the most of this while we have it then?