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[ TV won't heal the wounds that's been left behind. He isn't too crazy about watching anything, he feels tired and in all honestly — he wants to nap. Though, he's a little surprised to see that the TV that he's learned about is back where it's supposed to be. He knows that he's asking many people to keep what he had done a secret and he feels that he doesn't need to bring up something that wasn't brought to his attention.

A small sigh as he shakes his head, not taking the offer to sit there since he's always been like this. Not distant but he knows his place — what to do and what not to do and he feels that he's able to stand just fine right here. Doing his best not to show that he's tired, forcing his eyes open just a tad as he has a little scratches here and there (from when he fell out a window and marks on his hand from where he cut his hands by messing with the glass on the broken television) which are doing fine since they were dealt with accordingly. ]

Excuse me, I just came to admit to something, I also want to apologize if I'm bothering your reading. It doesn't feel right to keep things to myself.. [ Glancing at the television that's on low, he clears his throat wondering if the other would be willing to hear him out. ] It was an accident.

[ Kousetsu will do just that as he raises he glass too. Though he looks back at Kuri with a curious glance. He knows what the other means...Souza and then Mitsutada. ]

I am...sorry.

[ He'll bow his head a little solemn expression so very apparent as he watches Ookurikara. ]

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Sorry. [He does feel a little bad that this was technically all his fault. Haru seems a little put out by it all and that makes Doutanuki feel bad. He hadn't realized that was what Kashuu had been doing when he'd suddenly started texting, but he really should have. He follows Haru into the kitchen, chewing on his bottom lip.] For what it's worth, it doesn't look bad.

[He takes the ice cream when offered and lets Haru pull him closer, but turns his head to the side so the saniwa can't fuss over the mark. Even if it hurts, the pain is fading already and it isn't like a bruise will do anything to him. If he'd bruised Mikazuki's face or (god forbid) Kashuu's face, then it'd be a big deal, but his? There's already so many scars, it hardly looks out of place.]

S'fine. No one's going to notice it anyway.

[He sticks the ice cream into his mouth and abruptly stops everything to look at it. THAT is not the taste he expected??? It's really good??? Holy crap, modern world, why have you hidden this from him??]

[Dotanuki was just wandering into the apartment after stealing another ice cream bar (DON'T WORRY, HE'LL REPLACE IT, GOSH), when he heard the commotion in the living room. First there was the smash and then the pop and then??

He slips in to see Yasusada standing by the TV and smoke everywhere. Dotanuki is standing there with an ice cream bar in his hand, looking at the destroyed hulk of what used to be how he watched war movies.]

...What the hell did you do?

I know it doesn't, because the other swords have told me how you all function. But it will be nice to keep your hands clean until you heal up.

[Now where did they put some of the wipes and--...oh, he turned a tap on.] You don't have to! I need to wipe your hands clean. [It's time to be Human. She finds the first aid kits and takes them out, ready to settle him down. Holding out a hand, she waits for him to give his to her.]

Well, it is a little expensive. But it is replaceable. I am sure that they would not mind because of your intentions to save someone.

[Ah...he's trying to dodge responsibility.]

I won't tell anyone, but I am unsure how long it will take for them to find out. It's a rather obvious and large part of the home...

Rather persistently, I'm afraid. But I'm getting better now!

[Yes, it's just a stubborn case of tuberculosis, nothing to be worried about! At least if his tone is anything to judge by. Look, he already has Haru, Kashuu and Yamato worrying about him, and there is absolutely no fooling them, so please let him pretend that he's not feeling all that bad for a moment.

He certainly looks a bit flustered as his hands are grasped in such a kindly manner, and even more so when Mikazuki actually bows to him. Even so he also laughs brightly and warmly, since the other man apparently is childishly enthusiastic about the prospect, as if it's a new and fascinating thing, leading Souji to suspect that this might be one of the older and more venerable swords. It's rather hard not to be utterly charmed by such an endearing approach.]

Then I shall do my very best to be a good example to my kouhai and make him truly enchanting - though most of that job appears to be done in advance.

[Look, Souji can play this charmer game too. He beams a bit playfully at Mikazuki, taking the rich fabric of the blue kimono in slender hands, fully prepared to give aid in any way he can.]

Oh! And since we should probably be properly introduced before I help you dress - anything else sounds a bit scandalous - I'm Okita Souji. It's a pleasure to help you out.

It's like a play! A performance. You know, acting.

[Acting, like Kashuu's crocodile tears when Haru tells him he can't buy ten gallons of hand cream.]

If the sad man was in there, then yes, I think so. [Namazuo smiles kindly, sitting back on his heels.] It's okay, Yasusada-kun! He wasn't really sad.

Yeah, yeah, everything for Haruji, I got that speech already. [Multiple times in fact.] I was talking about your taste in food.

[Naki wasn't big on the cold treats Jack offered, but Sayo seems to know the basics at least. Jack doesn't need to eat, and as far as he knows the swords don't need it either, but that doesn't mean spirits can't appreciate something yummy every now and then.

Jack makes crumbles out of a couple of cookies and throws them on the ice-cream tube before finally digging in.]

Don't you do anything for yourself?

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[Donuts and ice cream anyone? Because that's what he's bringing into the house right now.

Donuts from work and the ice cream is to replace all the stuff he's been surreptitiously eating from the fridge, plus some more for the rest of the household. (Sorry, Jack) He's found a few different flavors and bought a tub of each to bring back. Hopefully there is space in the freezer for it.

His arms are full, so when he gets back to the apartment, he has to bang on doors with his feet.]

Oi! Open up!

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[Cleaning his sword used to be a in-the-room activity. Nagasone was usually there, reading, and Dotanuki could enjoy the quiet companionship. With Nagasone gone, however, Dotanuki has moved his sword cleaning out into the living room. Regardless of whether someone wants to watch TV or eat at the table, or do homework, or just sit on the couch without a ton of random crap everywhere, Dotanuki has denied that inherent right.

He's seated with his blade out, cleaning cloth, oils, and powders out on the table and near him on the couch. He's also got an old black and white war movie on the television and is absently watching that while cleaning his sword and chewing on beef jerky.

He's like the worst oyaji ever right now.]

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[Choose your own adventure, anything else you want to do here.]

[Sorry...world...she's been punished for taking too much take out so now she must come down to mooch because being dead tired is no excuse for bad nutrition.

She managed to catch Kasen cooking and serving though, but she was too late to offer help to cook! Maybe she can help clean up.]

O-oh! [She remembered Japan making this before.] How fragrant!

[With A just because I can.

She's practically eating the offered donuts and ice cream and wondering what flavour this is while watching this war movie. It's a particularly sad scene right now with some manly talk, so she can't even sample this strange creation of a stock of donuts with ice cream on top, because she must LISTEN.

Look, it's a movie. She's going to snack.

Thankfully she's small enough to let him hog most of the couch.]

A-ah... [She's not moved. SHE'S NOT MOVED.]

[Hey, he won't be judging because he's eating beef jerky and snacking, too. Movies need snacks, ok. It's a fact of life.

When she makes a noise, he glances over at her.]

You okay there?

[Oh good, they're hive minding when it comes to movies + food. It's not right otherwise.

She didn't want to disturb him though, but she's remaining as stiff as possible to show that she's not affected by this.]

I-I'm fine. [Looking a little shifty as she looks intensely at the screen, eh.]

[Okay, now he's really staring at her. She looks like she's about to burst into tears.

But then again, even if he could be emotional right now, he wouldn't really know how. He shrugs and goes back to applying oil to the blade, watching the television screen.]

Looks like they might up going to their death after this, huh?

[She's staring at him back like no...she's...fine...

Good thing he's moving on. That makes him a great movie companion. But apparently only for war movies.]

Mmm. [That's as much of an agreement as she could say after she put a slow spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, trying to control the shakiness of her voice. Granted, she has Words because some of this is a hugely inaccurate portrayal but the power of bonds is still the same and strong!

She's not moved okay.]

Hopefully their wishes will be granted...

[Sayo blinks and stare up at Jack when he heard that question.]

For myself? [Is this a trick question? Or a simple one. He tilts his head a bit.] Like what?

[Because he can say something about how he work for revenge.]

[She's totally moved. Ugh, just be honest with yourself, Vietsen.]

Make a good story, definitely.

[He sees them getting ready for their final charge, the speech winding up and the men coalescing into a true family. He eyes her again, then he slowly slides some of the cloth he was using to clean his sword over toward her.]

[Shhhh it's just dust in her eyes.]

Yes...something they can tell later, how they succeeded.

[All of this done in slow mo, dramatic zooms and just. Tears are really threatening to fall but she will make her ducts suck them up if she could.

...Except he noticed. She can't refuse that gesture and she takes the cloth.]

Thank you...I think something got into my eye. [Can't believe she actually said that.]

[If they succeed. He doesn't know if these people live or die because he has no idea if this story is real or fake, and even if he did, it's a modern-ish war so not one he knows.

Dotanuki shrugs a little and goes back to cleaning his sword.]

Sorry, probably the fumes from the oils. [that's a lie, but hey convenient lie for her]

[Considering it didn't focus on the entire war, she wouldn't be able to tell him either. That and again, there are just some bits that are wholly inaccurate! But she won't nitpick when the acting is so fine.]

N-no, it's fine, I intruded in on your space, after all. [She understood what he was intending, considering that she never had a problem. She'll take it, but at the same time she won't let him "carry the fault".]

[He swipes his cloth against the blade and checks it, looking over the edge of the blade at the television.]

It's a free space. You're allowed here just as much as we are, Sen.

[Oh goodness, she's nearly sniffing. Maybe she should focus on her dessert again, but first, she dabbing her eyes, almost laughing.]

You and your comrades are too generous, Dotanuki. I really should welcome you all into my apartment more often, it looks like a beach resort. Although you might get lazy.

[SUDDEN EXPLOSION and people are dying. She's not upset, of course she's not...]

[Whoa explosions. Never mind his sword for a bit, he's going to sit back and watch this part. Everyone's fighting and people are dying, but they're still forging forward, charging the enemy.]

Might. I don't know what a beach resort is.

[They're so strong! Some of them crying out for each other, others charging. this is too emotional!

Talking shit about beach resorts will help her.]

You haven't been? Ah, perhaps one day I will take you to the pool here, it has more facilities. Mine is just pretending to look like a beach resort, with a balcony that looks out towards a pretend seaside.

[She's just clutching onto her spoon too.]

[You know, he's only in here to get a spare futon for his, Kashuu's and Yamato's room, in case either of them thinks sharing beds is too crowded some nights. He actually leans right past Pitch at first, wrestling with the unwieldy roll, his clearly emaciated body not making it entirely easy on him.

And then... ah. Ahem. A really tall, not entirely human-looking guy is standing around in the closet? Okay then. Somehow, this isn't nearly as surprising as it should be.

Of course, Souji does jerk back away from him, the startled breath he expels immediately starting a minor coughing fit, and he waves a hand feebly at the surprise wardrobe lurker as if to say he'll soon be done. Sure enough, he is wiping the blood away from his lips with a handkerchief only a moment later, smiling bleakly and apologetically.]

Ah, sorry. You startled me a bit. [A short bow follows. His voice is still a bit shaky and harsh.] I'm guessing you're one of Haru-kun's friends? I see no sword on you, so...

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YES SHOPPING. THEY'LL BUY OTHER THINGS INSTEAD like a console...

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c?!

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like a rebel like a rebel whoa

POSES

fireworks and machine guns

flag waving in the bg...

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too america too rebel

it troo...too bad he's not here THEY'LL BE REBELS NOW

VIETSEN FOR REBEL QUEEN

HELLS YEAH /HAIRSWISH he can be the pool boy WAIT NO I MEAN

WHOA WHOA WHOA what a role

it's an honour, it's true.

she just wants him as eye candy, i see

she would deny, but seriously, who doesn't

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