AUDIENCE FOR: Tsurumaru

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[preowned]

Hm... deal.

I'll let you pick for me.

[guestservices]

Cool. How do you feel about darker colors? You kinda wear a ton of white...

[preowned]

Well, it will be surprising to see me in it.

[guestservices]

I think I actually have a really good idea for you in that case. Something very surprising. But doable.

[preowned]

I see...

[ he nods ]

My fate is in your hands.

[guestservices]

Oh, you may regret that.

[haha! but into the closet they go, and they're already picking out like...black jeans, a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket...black wings...etc.

this is now a challenge.]

[preowned]

[ this is so goth

he tilts his head ]

Wow...

[guestservices]

Out of your realm, right? But it might look kinda cool, especially since your hair's white, too.

[...tsuru can also have some silver rings and a necklace with a dark pendant on it. this is what happens when you want to make them wear a horse head.]

[preowned]

[ i hate it here

but he will simply nod his head. ]

I trust your judgment.

[guestservices]

[live footage of tsuru...

but they nod and kind of linger back. francy was this supposed to be memshare, you mentioned it ages ago and now we're playing dress-up. im fine either way]

[preowned]

[ i completely fucking forgot it was supposed to be memshare

but tsuru goes to poke at the clothes, this happens ]

[guestservices]

[...huh.]

...what side of the argument do you stand on? Or, did. I guess.

[preowned]

... that can be a complicated question. Personally, I was not really used in this period, so I don't have the same type of investment as the Shinsengumi swords there and Mutsunokami, who all were. Their owners were highly involved.

But the war that follows this is what lead to the fall of swords, and we were only really used as decoration after. It can be a rather somber moment overall.

[guestservices]

Like...losing your purpose, then. Instead of being treasured and beloved and fighting in your master's hands, you're just kinda...there. To potentially be forgotten.

[...dislike.]

It sucks to be replaced, I think. No matter who or what you are.

[preowned]

[ it takes him a moment to figure out how to respond. ]

... It's why I am grateful to have been given a human body, so now I can continue to exist.

[guestservices]

And as long as you have your sword your human body will remain, too, right? That's how it exists. With the spirit in a body you've got some autonomy so you're able to do whatever you want and have your own will instead of being bound to an object.

[nerd.]

[preowned]

[ nerd!!

he's delighted. ]

Yes. Ha ha, I think you would make a good saniwa, actually.

[guestservices]

You think? I dunno. It makes sense to me. [swords are people too.] A strong-willed spirit is always going to want some sort of freedom, I think. Even if they do use that freedom to choose to be loyal to their master. And with how much you guys have lived through...

[unfortunately for them, this is the perfect time for some stardust and for them to lose all credibility as tsuru sees a memory.

You’re suddenly hugged so hard you think your ribs might crack. You wheeze, feebly slapping your dumb, beefy friend in the arm so he’ll let go of you but at the same time…you think you might be happy.

Then again…there’s maybe someone less happy in your presence, given that he’s standing in the doorway of his own sleeping quarters. He catches your eyes, a stern frown on his face as he points to the ground near his feet. The message is clear. ‘You. Here. Now.’

You excuse yourself, crossing the lawn to head toward the other boy. You try not to judge him for wearing a surgeon’s smock and flip flops, but you can’t help it.

“So where were you?” He asks immediately, and you’re dumbstruck. You have no idea what he’s talking about, and when you express your confusion he huffs. “I’ve been stuck in the infirmary for, like, two days. You don’t come by. You don’t offer to help.”

And that confuses you further. Why the hell would anyone want that? Why would anyone want you around people they’re trying to save? You barely even register that you’re voicing these same concerns until he continues ranting at you.

“You can’t help out a friend? Maybe cut bandages? Bring me a soda or a snack? Or just a simple ‘how’s it going?’ You don’t think I could stand to see a friendly face?”

“What…my face?”

You can’t believe it. People never think of you as a friendly person, let alone people like him. He carries on, scolding you for your stupid idea of leaving and even when you tell him you plan on staying, his only response is to say you’re still dense even if you’re not a complete idiot. You think about the fact that there are patients he should be attending to, but here you are, having the stupidest conversation in the world.

“How can you even talk to me like that?” You ask. “Don’t you know that I can-“

“Right now, you couldn’t do any of that without melting. I told you, no more of that. Doctor’s orders. You owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary. Starting now.”

…you catch his eyes again, and for a brief moment it feels like you’ve been suckerpunched. Your stomach squirms, palms a little sweaty, mouth dry as your brain fires off thousands of thoughts that all seem to lead to the same place.

‘He likes my face. He wants me to stay with him.’

…you really would have to be an idiot to say no to that. And so you don’t. Three days? You suppose that would be okay.

...and aquarius just brings a hand up under their veil to hide their face in their embarrassment. no. kill them.]

[preowned]

[ there is a long pause. he looks a little sheepish since seeing someone else's memories is always a little awkward, but then, ]

Do you like him?

[ IS THIS.... YOUNG LOVE.... ]

[guestservices]

[ACTUALLY, PLEASE END THEM. they do not entirely remove their hand from their face under the veil yet.]

Unfortunately. [charming. ] ...we've been together for a while now. That was before then.

[preowned]

[ EVEN MORE DELIGHTED ]

That's wonderful! He seemed very strong-willed!

[guestservices]

[there's, like, a slight jolt when he says that before they relax again.]

Yeah, well....he's incredibly stubborn. Always has been. But I guess that's part of the appeal.

[preowned]

[ well, that was odd, but he will just smile instead of saying anything. ]

Mm. It's good to have someone like that... they tend to kick you into gear when needed.

[guestservices]

Let's say it's mutual. [haha.] Do I strike you as somebody that needs to be kicked into gear often?

[preowned]

Not exactly, but... you did not seem very forward.