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[preowned]

[ tsurumaru is a nosy bitch and is trying to eavesdrop, but he just gets stabbed instead for his efforts. ]

Ow!

[



i realize now this would make for a really funny mem regain skfjafjsf stabs ]

[unsaid]

[mikazuki gets interrupted from being directed toward billabong]

My dear?

[what happened, he looked away for two seconds]

[preowned]

Ahh... nothing...

[ he deserved it it's fine.

he will become less fidgety afterwards though, seemingly lost in thought. ]

[unsaid]

[well that's

certainly not nothing, then. mikazuki will cant his head to the side in curiosity but allow the moment to pass for now, instead going back to get fashion recs from this attendant. once he gets a few names of stores that dot along the street, he seems content and thanks the other for their time with a neat little pat on the head, like he's thanking someone many decades his junior.

technically, he is.

but leaving the bewildered attendant behind, he'll offer a smile up to tsuru as the person taking his measurements finishes up]

Just two garments that can be worn out of the store will do, thank you.

No additional grievous injuries sustained, Tsurumaru?

[preowned]

He has a gift for that.

[ STABBING???

but he will return to mikazuki's side once his measurements are done, as if he can't stray too far without coming back. ]

But it was a job well done. Did you get recommendations?

[unsaid]

I did - there are a few stores down the way, and we can pick up some snacks along the way if the mood strikes.

[it will strike]

Once the suits are done being tailored, we can change and take our leave. The extras will be sent directly to our home.

[oh, how easy it is to say 'our' even though tsurumaru does not pay rent]

[preowned]

You are always so efficient.

[ he'll stop talking, looking curiously at his hands.

quietly.

weird. ]

[unsaid]

I heard once that efficiency is merely to be intelligently slothful.

[so yea, he'll happily be called efficient. though as the two of them are left in the room, the other attendants will take their leave to fulfill their order.

mikazuki will briefly say:]

Do close the door, won't you?

[which they will, just as mikazuki will move to take one of tsurumaru's hands in his own, pulling it closer to him so that he can examine it as well]

What is it that you see?

[preowned]

[ the workers must think they're so gay it's funny

but tsurumaru looks at his hand before turning his gaze to mikazuki. ]

I'm not entirely sure. Like... something I had once experienced, but I know it never happened.

[ a battle, the feeling of getting hit by an opponent with a weapon-- something that is so outside his usual life that it was a little absurd. ]

[unsaid]

[admittedly they are so gay they simply are the last to know. sort of. they probably know but they aren't doing anything about it yet.

anyway!]

Such as....? I imagine there is not much left in this world that you have not seen and felt for yourself.

[tsurumaru gets into so much trouble - what's left to catch him off guard?]

[preowned]

I have yet to hold a blade.

[ a pause

his gaze returns to his hand. specifically, the palm, like he's trying to imagine something in its grasp. ]

Probably.

[unsaid]

[a beat]

.... Probably.

[slow, thoughtful, even though it admittedly lets things click just a little bit more. if they were able to remember some things in an exhibit about swords, and if they're in these younger forms....

mikazuki lets his own fingers trace against the lines of tsurumaru's palm in thought.]

You remembered this just now?

[FROM GETTING PRICKED WITH A NEEDLE BECAUSE OF HIS OWN FIDGETING?]

[preowned]

[ yea it was a funny regain trigger

but he just nods. he has lived a very long life, and he had once thought that he was well past the point where he'd be this uncertain about his own life. ]

I did. How surprising!

[unsaid]

To say the least.

[that is such a funny regain trigger - and mikazuki smiles, but it's not without the slightest edge of worry at the corner of his eye. he thinks that there are more and more pieces coming together but... why? how?

and when it is over, what picture will it paint?

he nonetheless takes tsurumaru's hand in his own, bringing it up closer to him so that he can brush his lips against the other's knuckles in a gesture that is neatly affectionate and lingering]

... may these hands remain unburdened by that weight for a bit longer, perhaps.

[preowned]

[ ...

it's probably too affectionate, perhaps, and he wonders briefly if they maybe cross a line a few times. and yet, tsuru does absolutely nothing about it, and instead just leans in a little closer. ]

I can feel them become lighter already.

[ the workers wander back out from the back. ]

[unsaid]

[it's a funny thing - to be nearly crossing this line so many times today, and yet to not feel that it is something odd or incorrect. rather, when the workers come back, mikazuki doesn't jolt away like he was caught doing something wrong -

instead he just straightens, squeezes tsurumaru's hand once, and then lets go before he turns back]

Are the garments ready?

[we'll say that few adjustments needed to be made! but they'll hand mikazuki one garment bag and tsurumaru another]

Ha ha ha, thank you.

[time to change and leave behind gay tension]

[preowned]

[ off they go, like nothing ever happened. except a lot of things just happened in a very short amount of time, but sometimes you just breeze through life without outwardly seeming to worried about it.

tsurumaru takes a quick moment just to double check that the car is still parked where he left it after they leave the store. ]

Where to?

[ he is pretending nothing weird just happened in there in general. what's a regain. ]

[unsaid]

[off they go! also it's important to me that i mention that mikazuki is specifically wearing this ensemble because it took me ages to find even one fashion jiji look that i agreed with.

but time to wander into the rest of the promenade even as mikazuki adjusts his cuffs, then inclining his chin to indicate that they're meant to walk further down]

There should be a few more fashionable stores for the youth this way. Once we hit the... ah... frofro store, we have gone too far.

[you are now also the youth? also he means froyo]

[preowned]

[ i'm in tears..... fashionista

tsurumaru tilts his head. ]

Is that a dog groomers?

[ frofro makes him

think about poodles ]

[unsaid]

[sometimes when you're an old man your only saving grace is that you are very beautiful]

Hmm... No, I believe it is somewhere we can get a snack?

[he doesn't know what froyo is either but it's fine. mikazuki will amble down the street, stopping by random mannequins dressed like this i don't even understand techwear i don't think grandpas will]

Is this what is currently in fashion now?

[preowned]

I... suppose so.

[ tsuru tends to go for lighter colors, so he just tilts his head as he looks it over and then go to walk into the store. ]

Mikazuki, let's go become stylish.

[ them walking in while wearing suits is funny ]

[unsaid]

[yea they're gonna go through multiple fashion trends today]

Very well, very well.

[do you think anya and karkat are in this store]

[preowned]

[ they are i just decided this

but tsurmaru will walk in first now, and will walk up to the first giant jacket that he lays his eyes on. he points to it. ]

Fashion!

[unsaid]

Fashion!

[he repeats before wandering over to the rack that houses the giant jackets? he'll peruse through them before finding one that's a lighter gray. compromises. and then he'll hold up between his fingers]

Shall we trade roles a moment?

[anya is also somewhere, wearing a giant jacket so that they can take pics and put it on instagram. karkat needs a matching one]

[preowned]

[ karkat is probably in the middle of a rant at the moment

but tsuru laughs at that, and then starts to shrug off his suit jacket. ]

Of course. We need to change things up.