i. [ with all the flooding and destruction and now reconstruction, plus his illness, haru's attendance at sousei's class lately has been spotty. that's no surprise-- in fact, it's pretty normal, particularly with so many of his swords showing up again. on the other hand, he has to keep his practice up somehow..
he had been cleaning. the apartment's quiet, and haru's in a tanktop and sweatpants rolled up to his knees. his hair's been pulled into a short tail (the underside is now pink thanks to kashuu), and.. he's holding a broom. he was probably sweeping, but now it's become a kind of makeshift bokken as he swings it at an imaginary opponent.
.. beware of startling him, he might just whack you. ]
ii. [ haru keeps pretty busy, so it's rare to see him sit in one place for long unless he's sleeping. today, then, is probably a rare occasion. he's curled against one arm of the couch, his face in a book, the (replacement, thanks yamato) tv on and turned down low.
when he hears the shuffle of footsteps, he glances up, pale eyes warming fondly as he pats the seat beside him. ]
Did you want to watch something?
wildcard. [ or, you know, if you want haru for something else, prompt me! ]
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[ with all the flooding and destruction and now reconstruction, plus his illness, haru's attendance at sousei's class lately has been spotty. that's no surprise-- in fact, it's pretty normal, particularly with so many of his swords showing up again. on the other hand, he has to keep his practice up somehow..
he had been cleaning. the apartment's quiet, and haru's in a tanktop and sweatpants rolled up to his knees. his hair's been pulled into a short tail (the underside is now pink thanks to kashuu), and.. he's holding a broom. he was probably sweeping, but now it's become a kind of makeshift bokken as he swings it at an imaginary opponent.
.. beware of startling him, he might just whack you. ]
ii.
[ haru keeps pretty busy, so it's rare to see him sit in one place for long unless he's sleeping. today, then, is probably a rare occasion. he's curled against one arm of the couch, his face in a book, the (replacement, thanks yamato) tv on and turned down low.
when he hears the shuffle of footsteps, he glances up, pale eyes warming fondly as he pats the seat beside him. ]
Did you want to watch something?
wildcard.
[ or, you know, if you want haru for something else, prompt me! ]