( closed ) i don't want to be pitied,

[hitokiller]

WHO: Okada Izou & "friends".
WHAT: March catch-all, event shenanigans. 
WHERE: The Monzen-Nakacho district, Oyoko river, Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: 3/14~3/31
WARNINGS: None at the moment. 

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[hitokiller]

( the image of tsurumaru preening is so cute...

and their captive is on the verge of tears, beyond relieved to see the two of them shuffling their way out of a room that's been a literal nightmare for them for the past hour or so.

when they exit, though, izou rounds on his companion who may or may not still be holding tight to that steel, fingers curled inward as they grasp at his collar in the close quarters of a hall so blindingly white it might swallow tsurumaru whole. )

If yer that old, then... —how come you didn't say anything this whole time?

( pieces of a puzzle are slowly sliding into place, and while he's stern, it's a sternness without teeth. a one thats unnerved by what he doesn't know. )

[cranekin]

(Still holding his sword, the gold fastenings clink delicately as he's forcefully handled. There's a certain level of resistance as he holds his ground but he relents enough is free to grab him, bring him down, push him back...

(Yes, he thinks, this isn't really surprising given what he recalls.)

He only smiles, eyes bright, as playful and light as ever,)

You never asked.

(Of course, he hadn't helped either.)

[hitokiller]

( true. he hadn't asked. izou kept to himself, almost out of habit.

he's steady, the tension brought on by this reveal practically thickening the air between them on his end. )

That mean you...

( his grip loosens a bit, more a shocked reflex than anything. )

You know everything about me? You haven't been laughin' at me this whole time, have you?

[cranekin]

Not everything.

(It's true. There's no way he would know everything. Raising a hand to pat Izou's fist on his shirt,)

Now, now. Why would I laugh?

(Pat, pat,)

You're a fine swordsman. Of course, a sword would know you.