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[behisstrength]

[Motochika folds a blanket as he speaks, on the dining room table. A small basket is nearby. There is an anticipatory glint in his eyes, though what he is waiting for is anyone's guess.]

We are returned to our rightful bodies. A relief, certainly, but did you not find the experience to be insightful?

[When the blanket is folded small enough, he

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Action; MATURE MATURE SO MATURE

[wavesoakedlegs]

[He comes down the stairs a short while later, wearing... yes, a kimono in a very deep shade of purple.]

This is ridiculous.

action; THE MATUREST

[behisstrength]

[Motochika now has his shamisen laid on the table as well. He turns to Mitsuhide, and smiles as he looks his friend over. Is he satisfied? Yes. And it shows.]

I do not deny it.

[He places the folded blanket into the basket, and closes the basket, securing it.]

Action; NO DOUBT BB

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide shakes his head and smooths his clothing down.]

I suppose I should at least be grateful the nail varnish came off.

[He takes a seat and folds his arms.]

action;

[behisstrength]

You wasted no time in doing so.

[It's a guess, but a very obvious one. Motochika stands and gestures idly with his bachi, before he tucks it under his waist sash, securely.]

I would not permanently alter your appearance.

[He reaches for the basket and lifts its handle unright.]

action;

[wavesoakedlegs]

Like I said; the colours clashed. They definitely would have done with this shade of purple I am wearing now!

[Mitsuhide watches Motochika move, but does not comment on his actions. His voice softens a little.]

I know that, my Lord.

action;

[behisstrength]

[Motochika shakes his head and laughs as he slides a forearm through the handle and lifts the basket, letting it resk at the crook of his elbow. With his free arm, he picks up his shamisen by the neck, and braces it over a shoulder.]

Let us leave that in the past.

[He then walks round to Mitsuhide, and with his free hand he grasps Mitsuhide round the wrist. He gently tugs, upwards, so that the basket does not slip too far as he does so.]

Come, my friend.

action;

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide shakes his head and rises at the tug. He's quite used to Motochika grasping at him in this manner.]

Where are we going?

[It's kind of obvious that the basket must contain food, but their actual destination remains a mystery to him.]

action; ... O RLY? ;D

[behisstrength]

You will see.

[Motochika lets go, with a brush of fingers, and leads on. He has a feeling that Mitsuhide would not appreciate being dragged through Vatheon's streets, especially on top of everything else this morning.]

action; ALWAYS SO ROUGH

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide makes a curious noise, but says nothing else and follows on.]

[While moving through Vatheon he finds himself looking down at the clothing he is wearing. It's a pleasant colour indeed, though he is remains unsure that such rich shades suit him.]

[Perhaps he might keep it anyway. Perhaps.]

...

[An almost inaudible chuckle. It is as he said earlier; it really is ridiculous, but maybe it is best to try and be amused about such a situation.]

action; it's because of all that ~*passion*~

[behisstrength]

[Motochika glances back from the corner of his eye, but keeps moving. He takes them into the forest, soon coming upon a small clearing that he'd found. Light shines through gaps in the thinned canopy, breaking the shade where the reach of the surrounding trees halts.

He stops and places the basket down, then turns to properly face Mitsuhide. He sweeps out his now free arm in an open gesture.]

We are here.

action; ....brb giggling immaturely in corner?

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide looks up at the canopy briefly before closing his eyes and appreciating the sounds of the forest for a moment.]

I have not seen this part before.

[Andddd he opens his eyes again and looks at Motochika.]

It is not surprising. I know you explored further than I.

[A small smile.]

What did you bring with you?

action; *joins you in that corner*

[behisstrength]

[Motochika crouches, places down his shamisen, then opens the basket. He takes out the blanket, unfolds it, then moves to spread it on the ground -- more in the light than the shade.]

Why not see for yourself?

[It's perhaps half-and-half; familiar japanese food on one hand, and bright or interesting looking Vatheon food on the other. Go wild! There's also plates, some sake and the appropriate cups and utensils. And possibly one of Mitsuhide's books snuck in there, taken during last night's wardrobe raid.]

action; *joins you in that corner*

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide raises a slender eyebrow, smiles a little wider, and takes a seat on the blanket. An investigation of the basket contents seems to please him, though upon spying the sake he chuckles ever so slightly.]

I do not think I shall drink much.

[He finds the book and draws it out, placing it beside him before returning his focus to the food within.]

You have certainly provided a fine breakfast, my Lord.

[Oh, where to begin?]

action; ECHO :o

[behisstrength]

[Motochika retrieves his shamisen, sits down, then frees his bachi and shifts into a comfortable position, one leg pulled up. He doesn't play though; instead his gaze shifts to Mitsuhide, whom he watches.]

Consider it lunch too. You have no other plans for the day, do you?

action; I FAIL OH LORDIE

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide shakes his head.]

No, my Lord.

[Spend the day here, with his friend? It was a fine idea. He loved being in the forest, especially in the company of Motochika. It felt like they were at home again, together. Alive. Without the troubles and pain of war and politics to bother them. His expression and voice turn soft.]

Remaining here would be good.

[And he pulls our something to eat!]

action; never! *_*

[behisstrength]

[That softness gains a warm, wholly satisfied smile.]

Excellent.

[He begins to play a tune -- light and warm, like sunshine on a lazy shore, a gentle ebb and flow to it.]