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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. ]

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[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]

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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.

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[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]

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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 ]

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[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]

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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. ]

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[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]

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[ 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!

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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]

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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.

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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?

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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...

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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.

[preowned]

[ 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.

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[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.

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[ 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 ]

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[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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I believe I would always look good in a maid's uniform.

[ there's a playful wink

and then he moves to actually help mikazuki undress, humming some old song under his breath as he gets to work. ]

But I will keep your preference in mind.

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Ah - how did you say...? No offense to your wrinkles.

[he just parrots after tsuru with a a laugh in his voice even as he easily lets himself be helped, because he is definitely used to this. at least it's easy enough to get him to strip! and once he does, he actually does look down at himself and hum thoughtfully]

Hm... Youth.

[he sees what tsuru meant earlier]

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You've aged quite gracefully, it seems.

[ ha ha

but this probably goes faster than it normally would, because tsuru's hands aren't shaky and he can properly see what he's doing. it's kind of amazing how much of a difference this is making. ]

Do you remember how popular you were? It was like walking around with a celebrity who didn't tie his own shoes.

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It's hard to recall when oftentimes we had to walk more briskly so you did not cross paths with your last flame who knew your class schedule.

[imagine two beautiful men powerwalking across campus just to avoid an awkward run-in. tsuru probably had to ride in jiji's car to school so that his didn't get keyed? also tsuru probably had to drive jiji's car to school while jiji was in the passenger's seat?]

But I suppose if I was considered popular, that is a kind thing.

[said in the same tone as 'oh, those silly kids']

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People would ask me what was your type.

[ they were always together, so obviously tsuru would know what kind of girl mikazuki would like. or guy, for those brave enough to ask. and tsurumaru's answer would change every time.

"mikazuki only dates people who have gone mountain climbing."
"mikazuki is attracted to those who wear a size seven shoe."
"mikazuki wishes to marry a trapeze artist."

he never thought too hard on what the actual answer was. ]

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[trapeze artist is probably the closest one yea]

Ha ha ha, a type?

[he'll go along with the dressing routine, slipping his arms through the sleeves, though he'll wait for tsuru to do the actually buttoning even as he levels a curious look at him. well, mostly curious. largely curious, partly contemplative.]

And so? What is my type, Tsurumaru?

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[ even if it's just joking around, it's getting dangerously close to something tsuru has been doing his best to ignore.

mikazuki didn't date in college. it was interesting that he didn't, but it wasn't completely out there for tsuru; after all, he only dated as much as he did because he was bored. and then mikazuki got married, but in all honesty, tsurumaru has no idea why that particular girl was chosen over all the others. what about her stood out that made him decide he was fine spending the rest of his life with her?

she's the only basis tsurumaru has for this. even if he doesn't think that's quite right. ]

Maids.