granted, tsurumaru isn't poor or anything, but still. ]
Pick out what you'd like to wear.
[ tsuru feels like he needs to rest his bones after all of that, despite not actually needing to rest. but it's habit, so he settles down in a chair in the sitting room.
he tries not to look at the photos. it's strange, because he was never particularly jealous, or bitter about how things turned out. but somehow looking at the photographs of a life mikazuki had feels more like an invasion of privacy than it should, especially since normally tsuru has no issue with being nosy over that kind of thing. ]
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granted, tsurumaru isn't poor or anything, but still. ]
Pick out what you'd like to wear.
[ tsuru feels like he needs to rest his bones after all of that, despite not actually needing to rest. but it's habit, so he settles down in a chair in the sitting room.
he tries not to look at the photos. it's strange, because he was never particularly jealous, or bitter about how things turned out. but somehow looking at the photographs of a life mikazuki had feels more like an invasion of privacy than it should, especially since normally tsuru has no issue with being nosy over that kind of thing. ]
Preferably nothing too complicated.