( one ) [ they're all home, and one of the first things haru does is take a very long bath. seriously, how long is he going to be in there..? did he drown, maybe? maybe you should check on him-- the door isn't locked.
if the door's opened, then haru will be found on the bathroom rug in his pajamas, hair wet, concentrating very hard on stitching up his slashed feet. .. he's not like swords, after all. he has to heal the old-fashioned way. ]
( two ) [ for those who've been with haru since he first became a saniwa, his current state of mind might be familiar. he's definitely subdued after that trip to the dark parts of the colony, even more quiet than usual, respectful and nervous and withdrawn. still, he's keeping so busy that it's probably easy to ignore.
the truth is, he was just reminded of something that he'd let himself forget, and he feels guilty, and it's manifested itself the last day or two in deep-cleaning all three apartments. today, he's standing on the countertop in the kitchen, scrubbing above the cabinets. unfortunately, with his feet bandaged like that, he doesn't have the best footing, so he shifts-- and yelps, arms pinwheeling as he starts to fall. ]
( three - a mingle within a mingle??? ) [ finally, like a week later, he asks all his swords to come to dinner early one night. he still looks nervous and shy, like suddenly they're all strangers again, but after he sets out the food, he straightens to his full tantou height and takes a deep, bracing breath. ]
I-- I wanted to tell you all that-- [ you can do this, haru. ] After we go home, after the-- the war's over.. you don't have to go back to the places you lived in before you were given to me. [ his eyes drop to his hands, which are curled tightly in the hem of his sweater, white-knuckled and shaking a little. ] You c-can stay with me or.. or go wherever you want to go. It's your choice, not.. m-mine, or the organization's, or anyone else's, and I-- I'll do whatever I have to.. to make sure you have it.
[ he hesitates, then sinks back down, narrow shoulders hunching in embarrassment. uh.. dig in? ]
LORD right after the event...
[ they're all home, and one of the first things haru does is take a very long bath. seriously, how long is he going to be in there..? did he drown, maybe? maybe you should check on him-- the door isn't locked.
if the door's opened, then haru will be found on the bathroom rug in his pajamas, hair wet, concentrating very hard on stitching up his slashed feet. .. he's not like swords, after all. he has to heal the old-fashioned way. ]
( two )
[ for those who've been with haru since he first became a saniwa, his current state of mind might be familiar. he's definitely subdued after that trip to the dark parts of the colony, even more quiet than usual, respectful and nervous and withdrawn. still, he's keeping so busy that it's probably easy to ignore.
the truth is, he was just reminded of something that he'd let himself forget, and he feels guilty, and it's manifested itself the last day or two in deep-cleaning all three apartments. today, he's standing on the countertop in the kitchen, scrubbing above the cabinets. unfortunately, with his feet bandaged like that, he doesn't have the best footing, so he shifts-- and yelps, arms pinwheeling as he starts to fall. ]
( three - a mingle within a mingle??? )
[ finally, like a week later, he asks all his swords to come to dinner early one night. he still looks nervous and shy, like suddenly they're all strangers again, but after he sets out the food, he straightens to his full tantou height and takes a deep, bracing breath. ]
I-- I wanted to tell you all that-- [ you can do this, haru. ] After we go home, after the-- the war's over.. you don't have to go back to the places you lived in before you were given to me. [ his eyes drop to his hands, which are curled tightly in the hem of his sweater, white-knuckled and shaking a little. ] You c-can stay with me or.. or go wherever you want to go. It's your choice, not.. m-mine, or the organization's, or anyone else's, and I-- I'll do whatever I have to.. to make sure you have it.
[ he hesitates, then sinks back down, narrow shoulders hunching in embarrassment. uh.. dig in? ]