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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]

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[ 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 ]

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[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?????]

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[ 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 ]

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[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]

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[ 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...

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[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]

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[ 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?

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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.

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[ 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?

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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.

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[ ...

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.

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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]

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[ 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 ]

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[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]

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Oh! I see!

[ sadly, tsuru just accepts this to be right so this is rather unfortunate. ]

We can go to the mall then?

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Mm, let's. And a visit to the food courtyard as well. They sell breaded dogs on sticks.

[let jiji have a corndog

but as they enter the parking lot again, he walks toward the passenger's seat and i wish he wasn't waiting for tsurumaru to open the door for him but he is]

And I have a secret.

[he announces happily]

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[ i hate this grandpa and i also hate how tsurumauru indulges him by opening the door. he'll stay there until mikazuki is inside so he can close it for him too. ]

Secret? Tell me!

[ a surprise??? ]

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[this is why mikazuki literally never changes his ways - no one makes him. still, he does like to be treated well, and so he doesn't see a reason why he shouldn't play with tsurumaru for just a moment.

so he just smiles when the door is opened for him, but instead of getting in right away, he'll lean in close to tsurumaru and bow his head so he can speak into his ear - ]

... I think that both now and in the vision I saw just moments ago, I am a bit predisposed to trouble.

[so consider this your fair warning, my dear.

but then he'll move to get into the car! nice.]

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[ he touches his ear, and it takes him a few extra seconds to close the door after him and walk over to the driver's side of the car. he is at least patient enough to wait until he's also in the car and in the process of starting it to speak. ]

Did you see something in the museum then?

[ tsurumaru hadn't seen a 'vision', he just suddenly knew about something he didn't before, so he's curious as to what that exactly means. ]

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Mm, I did, I did.

[easily, even as mikazuki makes himself comfortable in his seat, lacing his fingers and setting them in his lap even as one leg crosses over the other.]

They felt like old friends - those that you hope to keep out of harm's way, to protect their hearts when they themselves do not know how to take the steps.

But I wonder what it could all mean?

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[ and they're off. tsuru is not 100% sure which direction the mall is in, but he still just chooses one to go in regardless without asking. it's fine. ]

You do seem the type to have many friends in extraordinary places. [ ... ] But I'm really not sure what this mystery is leading to.

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[



they're going to get lost on their way to the mall]

Ha ha ha, I am not sure either. Though those I saw did look a little familiar to me....

[did i decide that the sanjous are jiji's family in this au? i literally no longer fucking remember]

... and I felt as though there was something that I must do....

I wonder what that could be in this situation?

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It's hard to guess without further context.

[ they are definitely going to get lost, or tsuru will drive by something else he thinks looks neat and will sidetrack them completely. but for now he makes no obvious sign that he has no idea where he is going. ]

But... we can assume that Japanese history is somehow involved, yes? For us both. It was when you were looking at the sword and the naginata?

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[mikazuki has no reason to think that tsurumaru is lost - and even if he did, he would just settle himself as a passenger anyway? it's fine.]

Mm - and your knowledge came from the exhibit relating to the Sengoku era, no? When reviewing Date Masamune's famed swords...?

Whereas I was reviewing Imanotsurugi and Iwatooshi, belonging to a different era.