Odoroitaka?

THIS MAN’S IMAGINATION            was the most surprising thing of all.            Theatrics & all, Uguisumaru was            taken aback by the thought. This            moment truly marked the realization            that him and Tsurumaru were on            completely opposing wavelengths.            Even so, he eyed the other, was the            playful crane attempting to place a            CHALLENGE? Oh, but dare the            warbler bite? To become more lively            was more than he had ever signed            up for.            “Hmm, I never knew Tsurumaru-san            wanted to see me change things up            so badly~ Such an imagination is            quite steep….but not too impossible            to turn into reality.” he replies with            sly grin of his own.

Don’t worry, Uguisumaru. Tsurumaru always has many expectations, and almost all of these expectations should never, ever, make it into reality. Especially if you value your health, your mental health, your property, other people’s health, other people’s mental health, and other people’s property. Thankfully the crane has not gone as far as to consider messing with the timeline for shits and giggles, though he believes that it would be of little temporal consequence if you alter the first Japanese samurai armours to incorporate the glasses-moustache gag combo, other then the expected <s>hilarity</s> gloriousness. 

Well, there’s one thing he’d like, and it’s not among the random assortment of things coming out of Tsuru’s ‘pockets’. “If you want to help, go get my weights.” Does Doudanuki really need to work out while he’s recovering? His answer is yes.

Tsurumaru nods and leaves the room to get Doudanuki’s weights. During the ten minutes that Tsuru was gone, multiple loud crashes and thuds could be heard from around the area, along with mild tremors felt on the floor every time such sounds occurred. When the crane came back, he had the smallest weight Douda had in hand. “In case you were wondering, everything is alright. Totally alright. The holes in your room’s floor should be mended and your weights salvaged from under the house by the time you are recovered enough to leave the mending room. So... nothing to worry about at all.”

“Oi! That was you?!” He hisses as his body tenses. Owowowowow… So it was actually his fault! Doudaunki was being all patient and manly, but it was actually his fault! “It’s fine.” He repeats with a sigh.

((Bleh, my activity here has been horrible for quite a long while. Work, OC ideas, Bungou Stray Dog, Warframe... so much things occupying my mind, yet I still don’t want to completely drop out of RPing yet.

          ❛  THAT’S  …  WHERE  you  lost  me  …  what  does  any  of  this  have  to  do  with  a  mission  ??  don’t  tell  me  i  polished  by  blade  for  nothing  …  if  you  get  scolded,  don’t  come  crying  to  me.  ❜

“We must have different definitions of the word exciting.” That didn’t sound exciting to him, but it didn’t really matter. It’s what they came here for, after all.