Beach. Everyone has been working so hard lately so why not take a break and enjoy the beach? You can make sand castles, play in the water, and there are even umbrellas for those who'd rather just relax in the shade. There's a nice row of water melons ready to be smashed later in the day and when the sun goes down, that's when the sparklers come out.
Suffering. It's the hottest time of the year and the citadel doesn't have central air conditioning. The few air conditions that were installed have given up on life after being used so much and now, we really have to make do with what we can while the Konnosuke try to fix it. There's a limited number of fans, plenty of ice cream to go around, and the citadel should be built to circulate air, right? ... Right?!
Spooks. In Japan, summer is a time for horror. Gather around the camp fire and hear some spooky ghost stories or maybe head out into the woods just outside the citadel for a good ol' fashioned test of courage. It's all good, harmless fun! Of course, with so many spirits gathered in one place, what's to say a stray or curious outsider spirit won't join the mix...
Rain. Summer is also known for sudden and torrential downpours of rain. The clouds always seem to grown and darken suddenly and the next thing you know, it's raining sheets and the ground is shaking from thunder. Once it starts, it never seems to stop. Maybe you were caught out in the rain or maybe this is day 7 stuck inside.
Other! It's summer and there are tons of things to do. Go to the general store and stock up on ice cream, wake up in the middle of the night uncomfortable with heat, or run around screaming because cicadas are dying and flying at your face.
[Since she tends to refuse Time Government handouts, any koban Satori is is koban she's earned herself through missions and expeditions. So when she hears they are low... well, it's too hot to send people out these days, so...
She whips out her credit card instead. Her personal one, not the one tied to the Citadel's funds.]
Then I guess those are on me, Ichi. Come on. Help me choose the flavors.
O-Oh... you spoke to Mikazuki-san, then. I-I'm glad.
[Tell him what, Ichigo? You really think your brothers don't know? You, Honebami and Namazuo are the only ones to have damaged memories. Everyone else remembers, they just don't say anything because it's none of their business.]
Ichigo’s breath catches a little when he hears that and he feels this great happiness blossom in his heart filling in that void and washing away the sorrow that has been eating away at him for so long.]
Yes, it did but... [He looks up with a bright smile of great joy and relief.] ... I still remember some of it and now that I’ve found you again, I think I might remember more. Will you help me remember, Mikazuki?
[Well, Yagen was probably aware of where his big brother was going and told the others not to look for him.
Ichigo gives Mikazuki a sweet little kiss on the cheek.]
... you used to write me poetry? [That sounds so romantic! It makes Ichigo happy yet slightly embarrassed, so he’s hides his face behind Mikazuki’s back for a moment but now he’s very curious to know more.] Could you write me one? Maybe I’ll remember it.
[ He makes a face at the inflatable pools comment. During the day yeah they might be fun to sit in a little, but sleeping in them? He'd get prune-y and his hair would mess up. with all sorts of knots and tangles. He'll pass! ]
A question I'd like to know myself.
[ While she seems distracted, he pulls out a comb and starts combing it through her hair with delicate fingers. ]
[ He frowns thoughtfully as he tries to think of nightly activities people might enjoy. It takes him a few minutes when he freezes as a memory or two flood through his mind. Hijikata-san was known for having special times with female company. And he always seemed to enjoy himself...
Oh.
OH.
back and forth. sleeves. dampness...
He's pretty sure he has at least a vague enough idea and it shows on his face as it heats up quite brightly. His eyes went from Mikazuki to his lap, finding it far too embarrassing to look him in the eyes right now. ]
[Unable to move away, Ichigo settles back down against Mitsutada, suddenly vey aware of how closely he’s being embraced. His heart beats a little quicker at that.
He knows it’s selfish of him to give the other hope that he’ll be able to get anything more than friendship from him, but... but it does feel very nice to be in his arms. Maybe it’s okay to just lean like that against him just a little while longer.
Yet, Mitsutada’s mention of the rainy weather being perfect for napping does remind him of a recent rainy afternoon where he’d done so much more than just napping with his beloved! The thought of it makes him blush brightly and he can’t help burying his face against Mitsutada’s neck with a soft whimper.]
[ Honestly, Mitsutada really had no faith in the situation anyway. While he was confident in himself, there are some things a cool personality can't beat, like a bond that's lasted throughout ages.
Still... it didn't keep him from being a little greedy. He wouldn't do anything further than this, wouldn't try to push Ichigo into anything that might hurt him. Just... holding him was enough...
He glances down a little when Ichigo buries himself into his neck so quickly, feeling his heart rate rise up again. He does his best to keep his cool... ]
[Mitsutada is very honourable person, maybe that’s why Ichigo feels so safe and comforted around him.]
It does...
[That is when his tummy lets out a little growl which makes Ichigo’s cheeks even pinker and he clutches a bit at Mitsutada’s clothes at that embarrassing sound! But it has been a while since he last ate...]
But that is your... [No, he must not question or argue with his master. That simply isn’t how a good sword should behave and he has to set a good example for his brothers and also maintain the honour of his family name.] Yes, Aruji-sama.
[He looks over at the all the flavours and is immediately drawn to the strawberry ones. He really really likes strawberries but he’s also sick and tired of all the strawberry puns Tsurumaru likes to tease him with. He moves his hand away from them and goes pick out other flavours instead, thinking of what his brothers and his... his heart flutters at the thought and he smiles to himself... his beloved would like.]
Tonbokiri's eyes refocus at Izuminokami's voice, his hands falling still again.
"No-? My apologies. I suppose... there is still much to learn about this heart we have been given, and the relationships that come from it. But, as you say. I shaln't worry too hard over it for now."
For now. He is still worried.
He resumes combing properly at least, and as Izuminokami's hair is wondrously well taken care of, he is already almost finished. Time for some practical concerns. Like how to tie it up.
(Please keep track of your clothing, Muramasa. :( )
That Muramasa won't go outside is enough for him. He can't help the chuckle in his voice as he replies, "It would be a rare sight for them, indeed."
Giving up on the towel for now, Tonbokiri undoes the knot of his obi sash. Gathering it up, he lays the sash flat on the bench to dry. He then takes off his soaked yukata. It will take a little while to lay it out without distorting the shape too much... The bench is not a proper drying rack. He will leave his undergarment on, of course, and search for his towel once this is finished.
[Aaaaah, there we go! That is a rather brilliant shade of red. Mikazuki has made quite a lot of people blush in his time, but this time, it's really fun.]
Not my best work, I must say. This one really is a bit too... in your face. Although I guess for some, that is what is needed.
[Were you expecting some sympathy or help, Tsuru? because instead what you get is... someone falling down on top of you. because he tripped. On you. Because he did not see you there.
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