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[preowned]

I suppose you could potentially hire me now?

[ tsurumaru would be a horrible person to work at somewhere like a prestigious museum, actually.

but he goes quiet for another moment as he scrolls through the posts, before finally pocketing the device again.]

The mystery seems to deepen.

[ if anything, this new thing now makes this feel a little less temporary than it might have been. ]

[unsaid]

I believe that's called nepotism.

[he should probably keep his voice down? but it's fine, at least this area remains still a bit less populated than the rest of the exhibit.]

But it seems that they do... I wonder if we should hire detectives?

Or I suppose a few unoccupied old men could use a new hobby...

[preowned]

A detective may be useless if they can't even access the map. [ ... ] App?

[ please don't forget what it's called already ]

I may need to extend my stay here, if that is fine with you.

[unsaid]

Ha ha ha, an inaccessible map is no different from a hidden treasure map, is it not?

[don't just keep going with the incorrect name]

Hmm... I wonder if that is fine with me. Perhaps I should entertain the notion of 'rent'?

[HE IS SO RICH AND GAY, STOP JOKING AROUND, JIJI]

[preowned]

Rent... if the price is too steep for me, I may have to go look at apartments...

[ tsurumaru on the loose, trying to rent an apartment, asking if it comes with free weefee...

horrible.

but he'll take one of the exhibit's pamphlets and stuff it in his pocket, mostly to test himself later. ]

[unsaid]

Do you know how to?

[i need you to know that months later i read that as 'free weewee' and i was like i fucking hope that bathrooms are included in apartments yea]

Hmm... what should I charge for 'rent'? I am not familiar with the market value of my estate. Perhaps... your company for dinner each evening?

[that's not money]

[preowned]

[ i hate you

but he seems to be considering it seriously, as if this is an actual business venture that needs to be thoroughly thought over. and then he finally nods, smiling. ]

My dear, I would give that to you for free.

[ gay ]

[1/2]

[unsaid]

[ah - his expression warms at that and he can't help his smile, automatic and easy. he cants his head to the side as his hand comes up again to let the backs of his fingers brush against tsurumaru's hair]

Then it would be remiss of me not to seize the opportunity. I'll have the staff prepare a meal for two each evening for the foreseeable future.

[unsaid]

[ . . . he hums]

Though it seems we are still without rent.

Ah, I'll think of something later, perhaps.

[don't let the joke die]

[preowned]

Ahahaha, I'll have my lawyers look over the agreements.

[ he doesn't have a lawyer when he probably should considering what he gets up to

but it's fine. ]

What else do you have to do here today?

[unsaid]

Hm.... [mikazuki spares a glance down to the paperwork in his hand, doing his job for once in his life before - ]

Just one more room - we've been able to procure imagined facsimiles of swords whose existence are more uncertain in history. I would rather like to see them for myself, since they just arrived today. It's a bit more of a whimsical exhibition than we normally allow - but it's a rather fun philosophical exercise, isn't it?

[about what it means to exist, to leave a mark upon history -

he begins to walk in that direction, and to his credit only lightly tilts his head when he thinks he hears an echo of two voices, measured steps continuing]

[preowned]

[ and tsurumaru follows after him, any previous concern about their current situation now gone from his expression. ]

Well... does something have to really exist in order to become history? [ a pause. ] Like Santa Claus.

[ he just compared santa to imanotsurugi yea ]

[unsaid]

[hey fun question why is it always santa claus with you]

Ha ha ha - while that sentiment has some truth to it... Saint Nicholas possibly existed - they have his bones at different cultural sites throughout the globe.

[the facT THAT I HAVE TO REFER TO SANTA'S GOO BONES ICLY BC THERE'S NO REASON WHY JIJI WOULDN'T KNOW THIS?????]

[preowned]

[ i can feel santa's goo bones in this chili's tonight

but he looks (haha) surprised at this news, moving a little more quickly so he can now walk, backwards, while in front of mikazuki. could he do this as an old man? no. he is getting too comfortable with the freedom of movement. ]

Is that so? Can we go visit those places?

[ bone goo hunt ]

[unsaid]

[tsuru is about to knock over a really expensive vase like this is fucking ouran host club.]

My, to think that you'd become such a world traveler in your old age... Though I don't see why we wouldn't fly to wherever your wings might be able to take you.

[the mystery? of your elderliness? hello? apparently will be put on hold for gay vacay

- though mikazuki will reach out a moment after, letting his hand loop behind tsurumaru and rest on his lower back]

Careful.

[to keep tsuru from bumping into a display case with a tantou and spear inside

he didn't need to catch him like that but it's cool sometimes you're gay and touchy]

[preowned]

[ oh. that at least gets him to stop, and he turns around enough just so he can get a good look at whatever it is he just almost broke. ]

Is this it?

[ his position makes it difficult to read any plaque that may be there, but he at least can see the two weapons that are stored. ]

The Santa Claus of ancient Japan...

[unsaid]

[mikazuki opens his mouth to respond with a gentle correction, that these are instead two famed weapons said to belong to yoshitsune of the minamoto and his retainer benkei when -

A waning crescent moon.
(Silently, silently)
While knowing that its fate is to fall,
(Silently, silently)
Now, the sorrowful flower bursts into bloom.

- something that can only be a memory, as odd and far-fetched as it may be, stains the edges of his thoughts. he pulls his hand away from tsurumaru, though a moment too late as his fingers had already frozen and stilled for just a beat too long.]

.... well, I'm sure these two in particular would be delighted to be tied to the myth of Saint Nicholas.

[even though his eyes fall upon the case in a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty: despite the name plaques stating that these are imanotsurugi and iwatooshi, are they truly?]

... hmm.

[he turns then, going to inspect the rest of the items in the room without much further explanation]

[preowned]

[ he notices the pause.

it's hard not to, when they're this close to each other. and while that alone isn't too strange-- tsuru can't fault mikazuki for getting lost in thought with how busy this day has turned out-- it's the look on his face that makes tsuru wonder.

and, of course, he gets no answer. so he instead goes to get a closer look at the two weapons. ]

You think so?

[unsaid]

Mm. I do.

[easygoing, if a bit clipped.

but he'll wander along the rest of the displays, stopping at each one, occasionally glancing between the glass, the paper in his hand, and the plaques. names, descriptions, information, and the presumed containers of myth and legend.]

... you know, I've been working in this job for a very long time.

[wistfully - even when they were in school together, tsurumaru probably had to deal with mikazuki's constant trips to the library, how he'd want them to visit this very same museum. his interest in the past and all the lessons it has to offer has been a constant. arguably, curating a museum and overseeing its functions is his dream job.]

But I don't know if I ever realized it's missing something.

[preowned]

[ well, that's a first.

it's funny, since that was one of the reasons tsurumaru was never quite able to stick in the same place as mikazuki. while one was fascinated by the past, the other constantly ran towards the present. and while their reasonings may not actually be that different from where they originally stem from...

he turns from reading imanotsurugi's plaque to look at the other man. ]

Did you realize that now?

[unsaid]

I did.

[ . . . and he just hums softly even as he smooths the paperwork back against the clipboard, apparently done with his inspection. he wanders back to tsurumaru in unhurried steps, as though he still has no interest in picking up the pace despite his body being able to keep up with it. he's always been 60 years old at heart.]

Merely thinking... about stories that remain untold - how we can try to capture pieces of history, but there are many more aspects that remain lost without people to recount their lives. Perhaps that is the arrogance and hope of humanity.

[ . . . ]

Ha ha ha, shall we take our leave then, my dear? I believe I have done enough work that the others will find it satisfactory.

[preowned]

[ ...

stupid ass old sketchy bitch

sadly, tsurumaru does not think those words because he is still an old man, but also he wouldn't even if he weren't. but it's fine. but he'll cast a curious look over at his companion, before giving a slight nod. ]

Let's go. We have a busy day today.

[unsaid]

So we do. Fashion and the sky wait for no one.

[he's probably just kidding - but apparently their itinerary for today was just getting better fitting clothes and then doing moon viewing? so dumb.

he'll gesture for tsurumaru to follow him out then, offering his clipboard and a few easily given notes to a staff member before leaving.

mikazuki works for like 41 minutes out of his day, spends most of it flirting, and still gets paid too much money to do this]

[preowned]

[ and he will follow after him, even though he will occasionally glance at mikazuki because he wants to know but he isn't going to outright ask at this point. ]

Do you have any idea of where we should go?

[ what stores do the youth go to these days ]

[unsaid]

[it's not like mikazuki's hiding anything!

but he's just going to look at little thoughtful at that]

..... Dolce and.... Banana?

[did he just

mix up two different stores at two wildly different price points]