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Ah, that is what brought me here.

[breakfast?]

Might you help me dress?

[they literally just had a conversation about how they're feeling better and younger and yet,]

Hm? Is your staff not up to the task?

[ he stretches-- ah, yeah. that felt nice and didn't ache. he is realizing he could get used to this, and objectively that is probably terrible for everyone who isn't him.

still, he'll walk over to his own closet and peer at the clothes. admittedly... they're probably no longer going to be a perfect fit, but he's not thinking about that possibility. ]

But I'll assist you, my dear Mikazuki.

Hmm.... Perhaps if I still possessed my wrinkles, then it would be acceptable - though I feel as though it may be complicated now.

[to be a bishounen...

he watches tsurumaru stretch, and his fingers twitch minutely as though he wishes to reach out and touch yet again - but he refrains. no need for that.]

You have my gratitude. Should you need any help, please let me know as well.

[admittedly until then, he's actually going to pick up tsurumaru's phone and start snooping through it quietly]

[ tsuru's phone is probably a mess because he probably downloaded a million apps on accident while attempting to learn how it works. it's a miracle it even runs.

but retrospec is there, at least.

tsuru, meanwhile, is picking out an outfit. ]

Unlike you, I know how to dress myself.

[ it's said with a laugh, although it's not entirely true. there are times where he needs an extra hand, but he doesn't care to admit to the frustrations of old age at the moment. ]

[jiji is so fucking lost in tsurumaru's phone. it distracts him entirely, but he still manages to be able to quip back:]

To know how and to do so well are two separate matters.

[he manages to get into the retrospec app somehow, but then he gets out of it and gets into tik tok. and then he gets out of tik tok and wanders into tsurumaru's photos app. how much of it is blurry. are there pictures of chickens in here.]

[ it is almost entirely chickens, and they are all blurry chickens.

there are a few non-blurry, nice shots, and those were very obviously taken by someone other than tsurumaru. things like the sunset, or fields, and even shots of tsuru quietly working on his farm. but it's mostly blurry chickens. ]

If you say things like that, I'll have no problem with letting you go out in your pajamas.

[ his grandpa fashion trend clothes have been chosen... he wanders from the closet ]

[

jiji knows nothing about these phones but he's pretty sure he can send images to people. this is how he first accidentally airdrops a shot of tsuru quietly work on his farm to a random staff member who has their airdrop one. but then the photo does properly get sent to jiji's phone through text yea. but now that photo of a farming grandpa is out there.]

Ha ha ha, has your grace truly become so limited?

[he continues to tease.....

what the fuck was he doing with this phone

oh right retrospec]

You receive what you earn, Mikazuki.

[ he doesn't actually believe that but he wants to make fun of him

... there's a pause, actually. tsurumaru peeks down the collar of his shirt, curious. ]

Wow... the power of youth...

[ shut up. but he'll get to changing, trying to be as casual as possible about doing so. ]

[when

tsurumaru peeks down the collar of his shirt, mikazuki looks up briefly. before just. laughing. he can't help it, he's definitely laughing to himself - bringing a hand up to his mouth, pressing the back of it against his lips to try to muffle the noise. otherwise, he's going back to the phone because he's arguably never had a horny teenager phase and he's not going to start today]

Are you impressed with yourself? Will you have to exercise more to maintain this? Perhaps we will have to do ah - what is it? Foot day?

[leg day]

It's rather nostalgic... I remember when I was this healthy.

[ you are currently this healthy.

but changing clothes is a lot faster than he remembered it to be, but then he has to... take a moment to really recognize just how much old age has deteriorated his body over the years. he had been aware of it, of course, but this is such whiplash it's almost amusing ]

I'm finished.

[mikazuki is learning about retrospec, and he's already making notes to go visit the building, check out the mailboxes, do you remember the plot of recolle? i sort of do. but anyway he's going to break into the building at some point because it's not jiji if he's not making a giant mess

anyway he looks up at that, looks tsuru up and down and just gives a smile]

Well done. Shall we go shopping today as well?

[his grandpa fashion trend clothes.... but also they're hot and young so like, might as well dress properly]

Shopping...?

[ it's funny, since he thinks these clothes are perfectly fine because they're his and he picked them out. but objectively he is aware that it's not what the youths are wearing.

still. ]

Will you pay for me, my dear?

[ it's half a joke and half not tsuru probably did not put a shopping spree on his budgeting for this ]

[mikazuki moves to stand up then, hands on knees to steady himself before he realizes that he... does not need to do that. hm. but he will offer tsuru his phone back, even as he hums thoughtfully]

You might owe me something in return, I'm afraid...

We're opening a new gallery in the museum tomorrow evening. Will you accompany me?

[maybe jiji is trying to spoil tsuru twice over]

I may have to see if I can fit it onto my schedule.

[ he has no schedule he's on vacation

but he pockets his phone, and then move to leave the room so they can head over to mikazuki's. there's a little hop to his step, and that's when it kind of hits him that he can

well, run.

so he does. ]

[oh.

mikazuki will go to follow afterward then, keeping his hands neatly folded behind his back like an old man and... he walks. he's genuinely just walking as he watches tsuru nyoom down the hallway. the staff managing the estate glance over in tsuru's direction and seem to open their mouths to say something about no running - but then notice mikazuki following after and refrain... if their honored grandfather is alright with it....]

Ha ha ha. Don't trip, Tsurumaru.

Wait for me, wait for me...

[he's not going any faster]

[ it has been way too long since he has done anything like this

he laughs, dashing along the hall, spinning around when there's room to-- it's almost like being a child again, first learning how to move on your own. it's thrilling, and it fills tsuru with a kind of unfiltered joy that's hard to describe.

except. he's not used to using these muscles and reflexes like this anymore, so when there's a corner to go around he instead just

crashes into the wall ]

Ha ha ha! Ow!

Oh dear.

[just

sound a tiny bit more concerned, mikazuki.

but he's just shuffling along at the same pace up until he joins tsuru by where he's standing, reaching out rather automatically as if to check on him]

Shall I call for a medic just in case?

[or are these bodies really that damn durable]

My hip...?

[ his hip is fine. he probably has a bruise now somewhere, but he won't actually see that until he changes clothes again.

but once he makes sure that nothing is broken, he grins. ]

But did you see that? Wasn't it surprising? I don't believe I've run that quickly in decades.

Your hip?

[he just parrots it before placing his hand on tsuru's hip, giving it a tap tap. that would probably not help if something actually happened to tsuru's hip]

Mm, I did not think you would take advantage of the change so quickly. Was it fun?

Yes. Although I feel as if I should sit down...?

[ he doesn't have to, but it just seems like something he should do.

tsurumaru's hand wraps around mikazuki's wrist, and gently lifts it away from his hip. he tugs on it, before letting go to start walking again. back to their adventure. ]

I wonder how this is possible...

Ha ha ha. Your stamina is not what it used to be? Perhaps there is still some hope for the rest of us.

[i don't know why he's talking like this when he has not even started to try to do anything particularly youthful since he woke up? but maybe some old grandpa habits just die hard. really hard. he'll still let himself be tugged briefly before resuming his pace.... meandering and easygoing. it is going to take so long to get places.

but at least mikazuki's room isn't too far - and he'll move to enter the chambers first. because they are definitely chambers. a sitting room in the center, his bedroom to the right, a walk-in closet to the left. there are so many pictures in here, of his family, anniversary photos with his dear dead wife - and some from his college days with tsurumaru and co.

he wanders in the direction of the closet though, half of it full with ceremonial robes, the other half with his day to day wear which is still needlessly fancy]

Here we are, here we are.

[ fucking rich people

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.

[he has his own farm, if jiji is in the 1% then tsuru is in the 2%

if tsuru doesn't care to look at the photographs, he'll at least be able to distract himself with the pottery and the artwork because they're plenty of that too. it doesn't look like anything that's quite at the level of needing to be in the museum, but it's all very nice indeed. rich people. jiji probably owns a banksy.

but he'll go to get his own grandpa fashion - trying to find clothes that won't be entirely horribly fitted on him. even though he probably grabs some coat to settle on his shoulders regardless. it's a slow process which is probably why he needs tsuru's help, but he will eventually peek out - ]

I have chosen my twelve-piece suit. [no he has not] Thank you for your cooperation, Kuninaga-kun.

[ tsuru does not have chambers in his barn so he can think jiji is a rich asshole all he wants

(unfortunately, he does not think this, but he should) ]

You'd be leaving with four pieces.

[ but he will get up and shuffle over, rubbing his side as he moves. guess where his newly acquired bruise is located. ]

But your faithful maid is here, sir. Let me see.

[ hand over the goods ]

[he should be thinking that but alas. jiji watches tsuru for a moment just to note where he apparently had his impact, before gesturing to where there's a designated part of his closet where he can hang clothes that he plans on wearing. it's not that many pieces, it's fine.]

Here.

[and he flashes a perfectly serene smile]

You would look considerably better in a maid's uniform today.

[for the record the staff in jiji's estate don't actually wear butler and maid uniforms but he'll make the joke at tsuru without hesitation]

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