#akadaisical

‘What are you doing up?’

He doesn’t bother knocking before he wheels himself into the hospital room. The patient he expects to be lying on the bed is, surprisingly, sitting up and conscious instead.

‘Shouldn’t you be resting?’

‘I thought you liked to sleep.’

Graceful ! Riveting ! The city enthralled in the grasp of the festa called to be admired by the youkai. Colours, sounds, some of the bodies within the crowds. Taking the graceful steps through them without making too much of a ruckus, lest there was something about he de--emed worthy. But, to this he would only toss a wink and be on his way to an ideal place to be seen. The parade had been his main destination, see what was about it-- through the train of things displayed upon it. But, something about the blaze of the bonfire called to him. 

A light hum left his lips whilst the fingers ascended to idly tap at his chin. Dark eyes looking the bodies surrounding the pit, falling to a certain lounging form. Ah well, he couldn’t call it lounging-- lazing, looking like a dead log? Ah! He wasn’t sure, but nevertheless moved to sit near and lean over; hands coming to cradle the porcelain features. Fingers moving from his face to lightly dance over the other’s shoulders.  What a beautiful piece of work ! Such beauty !

“A whole new city to explore and you’re napping?”

Kikkou’s boot met with the tree he had found Akashi napping under, hoping to give the tachi a proper jolt into the waking world.

“hello my name is yagen toushirou and i dug this hole about 7 hours ago...”

"You've brought out the lemmings."

spacefell replied to your post

“hello my name is yagen toushirou and i dug this hole about 7 hours ago...”

yeah leave him there, lets go get coffee yagen!!

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“hello my name is yagen toushirou and i dug this hole about 7 hours ago...”

leave him there it's fine. there's no problem

‘....’

‘They’re noisy, aren’t they.’

‘Maybe tea to start, I’m not used to coffee just yet.’

thats rough buddy

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Birthday cakes, Yagen Toushirou decides, are a curse.

Five seconds after the candle lighter drops and sets a portion of the tatami on fire, his first reaction isn’t to put out the flames, but grab Ichinii and get out of the darkened room as fast as he can. It’s easy enough to latch onto the gloved palm and pull the taller sword after him–behind him, he can hear Nakigitsune’s fox already making a fuss while some of the other swords work to douse the flames–but soon the scent of smoke and fire fade, to be replaced by the cool evening air of autumn outside their citadel.

‘Are you alright, Ichinii?’ he asks with a squeeze of his hand.

‘Ahnnn..?’ the drawl that comes from somewhere above him is decidedly not the tone of an imperial treasure sword. 

Yagen pauses. First he looks at their hands–two gloves, yes, but both in black. The other one doesn’t even cover its owner’s fingertips. Then he follows the stranger’s arm up past a pale arm and black sleeve to a head of tousled hair. A single pair of glasses glint briefly in the evening light before dual-hued irises lock with his own.

‘Aren’t tantou supposed to be better at seeing in the dark?’ 

Yagen lets go of Akashi Kuniyuki and takes a step back. He’s already halfway across the gardens when the tachi’s lazy drawl reaches his ears.

‘It’s fine. Your brother left to find some plates before they lit the candles.’

He stops long enough to manage a stiff nod. ‘Alright.’ He starts walking again when–

‘If you don’t guide me back, I’ll just take a nap here~’

Which wouldn’t do, because this was the Saniwa’s birthday and they wanted all the swords there. Centuries of ingrained duty has the tantou doubling back to the tachi again, because he would be the kind to make good on his words. 

‘Come on,’ Yagen urges. When Akashi only blinks at him with an easy grin, he grabs the man’s hand and start dragging him back. And if his grip suddenly slackens after they come upon the glowing birthday candles one more time, neither of them says a word.