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[swordsitter]

Who: swordhaus + cr
When: throughout march
Where: the three apartments swordhaus uses.. or will be, once the newbies arrive
What: march catch-all
Rating/Warning: probably nothing, but i'll edit as necessary.

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[ this is a busy, noisy household. sorry, neighbors. ]

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[swordsitter]

[ haru hasn't been attending school since all the flooding, of course, but he has still been attending practice, particularly since he's been so strangely energetic the last little while. today he'd been out job-hunting, though. it's weird that despite how sick he's been, he's still been able to get out and do things that need doing.

when he comes home to ookurikara in mitsutada's suit, cleaning of all things, he briefly considers the idea that he's much sicker than he realized. is he hallucinating, or..? .. on the other hand, with mitsutada having disappeared, maybe it had this kind of effect on his fellow date sword spirit.

wearing a mask to keep from coughing on anyone, looking a little flushed with fever, haru hovers in the bathroom doorway uncertainly, fingers clenched in the pockets of his cardigan. ]

Kuri-san..? [ normally, he'd never dare shorten ookurikara's name the way he does the others, but today he's just too ill and thrown off by all this to bother being that formal. ] You-- I was going to put tea on. Did you want any..? [ it's a thinly-veiled offer to talk, of course, but it's also simply an offer of tea. ]

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[ When he overheard the coughing, Ookurikara actually darts his eyes right at Haru. With little sympathies glittering over his eyes, even. Sure, he was rather out of loop with the situation of his friends, but he didn't expect someone to be this sick. Especially the saniwa of all people.

Finishing one of the dishes, he makes a slight turn to face Haru. ]

You sit down and tell me where the tea is. [ As for today (or maybe, as of today), he decides that he's going to let trivial things aside. On how people call his name, for instance. ] I'll make it for you.

[swordsitter]

[ this is really weird. maybe haru's actually dying, and that's why ookurikara's being nice to him..

he hesitates, but points out the tea in the cabinet, as well as the cups, then shuffles over to the couch to sit down a little uncomfortably. it doesn't feel right letting someone else wait on him like that.. but on the other hand, he doesn't want to break this fragile peace, either. ]

Are you going to stay for dinner..?

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[ Without much question, Ookurikara makes a slow yet steady stride to take the designated thing: the tea and the cups. Thankfully, he's rather used to serve tea after months of working under a cafe, so hopefully, he can actually do it as well as some of the other swords.

As he returns to where Haru's sitting down, he's going to put the tea somewhere relatively close to him. ]

...I don't really know. [ Honestly, he still feels rather uncomfortable to just go home after he spent some time like this. ] You tell me.

[ This is one of his politest way to say 'You give me order and I'll follow it'. For once. ]

[swordsitter]

It would be nice to have you. [ haru picks the cup up, other hand removing his mask and setting it aside. he takes a sip, then, bare toes curling a little against the floor. ] And.. you know, we have room if.. you want to stay for a while..

[ he's not really expecting the spirit to take him up on the offer, but.. he wants to make sure he knows he's more than welcome. with mitsutada gone, especially, haru worries about him being alone. ]