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[ and there goes all of their baking soda for the month!! they can just buy more with haru's wallet, of course... no matter what place, tsuru and yamato are here to exploit their saniwa's wallet. ]

It makes laundry more fun, don't you think? [ because just dumping in clothes, closing the lid, pushing buttons, and waiting for thirty minutes is far too overrated? but now with the detergent added, they've nearly already doubled the amount of suds in the room — he's left the door open, though, so slowly.... the sud monster... it's making its way out the door...

naturally, both of them are too preoccupied with admiring this bubbly, soapy mess to notice the sud monster leaving to terrorize swordhaus; that, and there's too many bubbles for them to even see the doorway. ] We can try putting in the clothes now, unless you see something else that we can add.

It's too small for Haru to fit in here — we could try to squeeze him into a little ball and toss him inside, but I think he'd get angry at us...

[PERFECT... They're on the same moronic page, in that case.

Kashuu seems to consider that for a second, though! Repairs are definitely something he'd leave in Haru's hands and it takes a fair bit of trust just to let another person hold his vessel, but Kashuu's also always been less cautious about that than some of the other swords.]

I mean, if I trusted 'em, sure. I never really thought about it 'cause back home, Haruji's the only one who can do any of that, but... if it's just maintenance, it's probably fine. Some of us are really careful about who we hand our vessels to, though.

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[He glances back briefly, but Kashuu isn't the sort of person who presses, so that answer just gets a nod.]

Maybe you could try something with ginger in it later, too. I heard that stuff's great for soothing all kinds of issues.

[After a little while of stirring, he'll gesture Koumei forward.]

Here - use the spoon and try some.

[This is something else... Sure, he's a time traveler too, but at least he knows where he's going and that he'll be back once the fighting is done. The idea of being stranded in the wrong time (and possibly the wrong country??) is definitely upsetting just to think about...]

Geez... That sounds totally crazy. [But he says it without any disbelief, so clearly he means that in the "you poor guys, being stuck in that weirdass situation" sense of the word and not the "I don't believe you, crazy man" sense.]

And then you got like, double-kidnapped when you were dragged into this place, huh?

Yeah, I figured as much. Some of 'em would be pretty particular. But, uh. [here it goes, Zoro's attempt at being...generous?] If you need a quick cleaning and Haru's busy, I don't mind giving it a shot. I've taken care of my swords since I was ten, since I got Wadou Ichimonji...

[his hand slides onto the white-wrapped hilt of the topmost sword. The Wadou is his precious one, he's taken extra-special care of it for almost twelve years.]

Y'know, for you guys who know me.

More or less. [again, his calm exterior hiding his concern over being the only one to have somehow escaped Orochi's realm] It makes me curious, how this CERES can do what the gods themselves could not.

It does make cleaning clothes a little more fun, I wonder who we can set in there if not our Saniwa? [ But where is Imanotsurugi when they need him? For now, he's learning what they should do for stuff like this. It makes him happy as he decides to take a step out the way as the bubbles foam right by his feet and just wash away on the floor. The suds that are now outside of the door is getting everywhere and even rolling down the hall.

Ugh, its the Bubble Boogeyman. ]

Well, there's these things but they smell really good. [ Grabbing a small box of cleaning sheets that smell good, there's a machine that looks like the washing one that they're messing with to throw inside. What does Yamato do? Throws the whole box in there. Ugh. ]

Is there anything you wanted to put in?

Maybe a tantou. But if we can't Imanotsurugi or Sayo, then... do you think that this machine can wash out sins? Taroutachi doesn't have enough time to purify all of us. [ he'll take the sin list to be the dojo list — and again, if they can't get sayo, it's yamato's time to go for a spin? but ugh, tsuru doesn't want to put yamato in the washing machine punishment sphere juuuust yet.

there goes the bubble boogeyman, out the door, and the more that they let this washing machine run with an open lid, the more bubble boogeymans are making it out the door? it's a bubble KBC! the bubble KBC are rushing out the door! and yamato and tsuru don't notice at all!!

just chuck the entire box in there, perfect. as for his own suggestion... he looks around thoughtfully, and of course, he grabs the most familiar bottle that he sees. the whole bottle of bleach, it goes in. (whatever these clothes' color were when they started, they're white now!) it gives off a strong smell, and with a cough, he moves to immediately open the window of the laundry room, letting the ammonia smell out. ]

That's the smell of everything working together. [ a lie! ] But, I think it could be stronger — there's lots of strong foods in the kitchen.

We will make sure to tell them! While we cannot speak for the other swords, we can at the very least promise to be quiet ourselves, as well as attempting to remind the others to be....calmer.

[As if on cue, the fox in Naki's arms lets out a yip. Maybe it's agreeing with the talking fox? Maybe it's making up for the fact Naki's not saying anything.]

[Kashuu's discretion is appreciated. Perhaps one day Koumei would explain his circumstances to the others, but not in the middle of the night while standing before the wreckage of what was once a microwave.]

I've heard the same-- we frequently use it at home, and there's nothing quite like a hot cup of ginger tea on a snowy day.

[Delicately spooning up some of the liquid, Koumei gave it a try...]

This'll do.

[It wasn't perfect, but the warmth and the subtle flavors were soothing enough as they were.]

[Information gathering, strategizing-- they were two halves of the same coin.]

I shall look forward to that day then, Lord Zihuan. I'll make sure we have some appropriate blendes in stock-- none of the harshly cut styles that some people in the West prefer.

[ The corner of his mouth turned up in a little smirk. He could think of a way, but Haru was nosy so this would need to be just right...]

Perhaps. But if suddenly everything changes, and I'm just fine, but you look like you haven't been sleeping properly, there may as well be a neon sign hanging over both our heads.

Therefore it will have to be subtle. A gradual shift to you from Haru.

Got it!

[With a nod, Horikawa gets the cups ready, and searches for something to have along with it. Though in the end, what he winds up fetching is a bowl of goldfish crackers that he found. This will be an elegant tea-time already.]

Usually a lot of people seem to come in and out, but this is our first time seeing each other, right? [There's a curious tilt of his head as he comes around, waiting up a bit while the water heats up. He holds out the bowl too, just in case Koumei wants a snack of his own?] Did you arrive recently, Koumei-san?

I'll have to try it sometime! I don't think I've had ginger tea yet.

[Still so many new flavors to test out...! One can only eat so much in the few months that he's had a human body, after all.

He'll nod at the approval though, giving the pot another stir. Steam rises from the surface in slow coils but it's not bubbling yet, so none of the ingredients will burn; Kashuu takes the pot from the burner and starts pouring into the mugs.]

Good, good. It smells nice. Kinda comforting!

[ You know, Donut. If you didn't make it sound like a militaristic order (the armor was really selling it) Pitch might just have admitted to using the only western "dress" clothes as a template for the partly stitched trousers that go with the black and diamond studded waistcoat Pitch has been working on as a gift.

As it is his expression turns to an unimpressed linefais. ]

Oh, you know. Counting mothballs. Hobby of mine.

[ The sarcasm is strong with this one. ]

I have nooo idea. I mean, there's that whole cover story they give- [About worlds being destroyed and all of them being rescued and whatnot.] -but it's probably a lie.

[GOSH, that is generous, though. Kashuu looks a little surprised, but! After another couple seconds of thought, he'll nod.]

Sure, sure! You're a pretty trustworthy guy and I've seen your sword before.

[He had been impressed with the care at the time! It's always good to find a swordsman who takes care of his swords.]

[Well, if it's just that-]

That's not a problem. It's not like I actually get tired in the same way humans do, y'know? I mean, it's like I kinda need to sleep but I kinda don't really? Like... I get hungry if I don't eat but it's not like I'm gonna starve - like that. [Waving a hand!!] It's not the same as a human at all.

[He's explaining it terribly but what he's trying to say is that he doesn't show signs of fatigue unless it's battle fatigue...]

Ah. Well, I suppose that is helpful.

[ Hey you spirit-types from other worlds were weird. No telling how things worked for you here. ]

It still must be gradual so Haru doesn't get wise to it.

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[THEY ARE, it's true... But fortunately(???) his human body is fakeyfake and therefore doesn't actually need any of the things that humans find necessary to live... Like food! Or sleep! Or air, usually, not counting that rudeass jungle.]

That's fine. I mean, even then you won't be able to totally stop 'cause he'd get suspicious, but if you could just... I dunno, move the bulk to me, or at least enough to make a difference in his rest-- That should be okay, yeah?

[Gradual changes are harder to notice, but Haru's got a sharp eye for abnormalities in their daily lives, even if they appear after weeks - or months, as he's learned back home. He certainly doesn't underestimate Haru's mother-like ability to See All anymore.]

[Sorry, Pitch. It's the only way he knows how to talk. At the very least he didn't just outright demand an answer. He semi-phrased it as a question. That's him trying to be nice, okay. orz

Buuuut the niceties disappear when Pitch decides to be snippity, and Dotanuki pushes himself up to his feet, swinging the sword up over his shoulder.]

Whatever. Dunno what you do in there, but I don't like it. Master's been sleepin' badly since you came around. So if you're makin' noise in there at night, or whatever you're doing, keep it down.

Really? [whoa that was easier than he thought. And Zoro's heart grew three sizes that day...] All right, then. Guess I could stand to stop by more often, give you a hand.

Hm, yes. I've already detected some improbabilities in the story. Still, I am interested in how they managed to free me. Not enough to be grateful, just enough to wonder.

Very well. [as he straightens up from where he's been leaning] I shall go across the hall and see if I can quiet these friends of yours down.

I wish you luck with that. Neither of us are their commander, and they're quite determined.

[Transation: he doubts that you'll actually be able to succeed, but he supports the effort!]

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UGH YOU OVERWHELM THEM WITH SUDS INSTEAD ugh hori killed half the boat

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UGH WHY IS HORI A MURDERER ugh kyoyas yacht.. it was amess

UGH A LOT OF NPC LIVES WERE LOST THAT DAY everything was a mess

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