[Tonbokiri literally scratches his head over the verse he is given. It's not so much the slight shift in rhythm, for the words still flow beautifully. But the imagery... It's more violent than he expected?
And something is tugging on the edge of his mind. He re-reads it a few more times, trying to grasp another layer of meaning that will make for a suitably witty ending-- and then his mouth forms an 'O' shape. Looking sharply up at Mikazuki, he just as quickly looks back down, and he can feel his cheeks warming. He ... couldn't have meant that kind of meaning. Could he? But- how should he reply? He could keep the meaning more straight-forward but--
Suddenly, this just got complicated. (Why is Mikazuki so difficult to understand?)
Tonbokiri is feeling the pressure far more acutely this time, and although he spends a long time wavering in his mind, once he makes a decision he sets his mouth in a tight line and takes up the brush to write in firm motions.
He is not confident. Not by any stretch. The most he can hope for is for Mikazuki to not laugh him out of the room. Or be insulted at what might be seen as a slight, depending on what meaning he himself attributed to his own lines.]
Dew soon becomes frost Spider silk shrouds the front gate When will it open?
No worries! XD
It's not so much the slight shift in rhythm, for the words still flow beautifully. But the imagery... It's more violent than he expected?
And something is tugging on the edge of his mind. He re-reads it a few more times, trying to grasp another layer of meaning that will make for a suitably witty ending-- and then his mouth forms an 'O' shape.
Looking sharply up at Mikazuki, he just as quickly looks back down, and he can feel his cheeks warming.
He ... couldn't have meant that kind of meaning. Could he?
But- how should he reply? He could keep the meaning more straight-forward but--
Suddenly, this just got complicated.
(Why is Mikazuki so difficult to understand?)
Tonbokiri is feeling the pressure far more acutely this time, and although he spends a long time wavering in his mind, once he makes a decision he sets his mouth in a tight line and takes up the brush to write in firm motions.
He is not confident. Not by any stretch. The most he can hope for is for Mikazuki to not laugh him out of the room. Or be insulted at what might be seen as a slight, depending on what meaning he himself attributed to his own lines.]
Dew soon becomes frost
Spider silk shrouds the front gate
When will it open?