rp log: troika
Rating: PG
When: evening, a couple of weeks ago, kinda sorta after this thread
Where: Sanada & Yukimura's secret treehouse (of course, Yanagi knows about it, cause it's... you know, Yanagi)
Summary: Shogi and quails.
Yanagi made his careful way to the treehouse inhabited by his best friends, tea and shogi set in his bag and Skeeter the quail tucked safely in a pocket. “Genichirou? It’s Renji,” he called up towards the shelter before beginning to climb the rope ladder.
Sanada glanced over at Yukimura as Yanagi called up. He figured he didn't need to respond; Yanagi knew they were there, otherwise, he would have just gone to one of their cabins. He reached over, shaking his boyfriend awake. "Renji's on his way up."
Groaning, Yukimura rolled on his side and cracked an eye open in Sanada’s direction. “I suppose I can wake up for that,” he teased, slowly sitting up. His head still ached even after the long nap; they would not be consuming sake again for a long, long time.
Reaching the top, Yanagi dusted himself off and entered the treehouse. “Genichirou,” he greeted. He turned to somewhat pale-looking Yukimura. “And Seiichi. You look terrible.” He shrugged off his bag, taking out the flask of tea and a box containing his shogi pieces.
Yukimura shot Yanagi a half-hearted glare. “I’ve looked worse,” he quipped, eyes on the flask of tea already. “Though you can blame Genichirou for this. He got me drunk.” A complete lie, but he had a feeling Yanagi would see through it as he reached for his jacket and draped it over his shoulders.
“How have you been Renji?” Noting the shogi box, he continued, “I’m sorry to have changed your plans like this.”
“I’m sure he did,” Yanagi replied, raising an eyebrow at Yukimura. He hardly believed that. If anything, Yukimura only had himself to blame. “I’ve been well, and it’s not really much of a change of plans. Additionally, I brought you something to keep you entertained.” He took out the cheeping little quail from his pocket and deposited it on top of Yukimura’s head.
Yukimura stared at Yanagi with a puzzled expression as he reached for his pocket. Smiling as he realized what his friend had brought, Yukimura laughed as he felt the tiny quail being set on his head. He reached up and gently scooped up the bird. “Hello Skeeter,” he told the bird softly, stroking the back of its head with a finger. How Genichirou could ever want to eat something so precious was beyond him.
Satisfied that Skeeter did not seem alarmed or skittish, Yanagi smiled and left them to it, wandering off in search of some mugs for the tea. “Genichirou, come give me a hand,” he said to Sanada.
Damn bird was too small to eat. It would make like quail nuggets at the minimum. Pathetic. Skeeter was lucky. Sanada pushed himself up, pulling out his phone to snap a brief picture of the duo before padding over to Yanagi. Squatting down, he opened a small box and pulled out three mugs. "There's a kettle in one of these," he said, setting the cups aside. He really needed to organize one the tree house/lodge was completed.
Yanagi was unamused by Sanada’s gastronomic designs on his pet quail, though he did know that quail was rather tasty when prepared right. Skeeter was just... different. He held up his flask. “I just need the mugs for now,” he said. “Though...perhaps we should make Seiichi something easy to eat.”
Sanada closed the box he was searching in and passed over the mugs. "I was going to make soup," he said, sliding the box back into its place. "He slept for most of the day too." After a much needed bath.
“Would you like some help?” Yanagi asked as he poured out the tea. It was fragrant, and still quite hot. He passed one to Sanada, and carried the other two mugs to where Yukimura was still playing with the quail.
Sanada took the cup with a small bow of his head in thanks. "I think it could wait a bit." They should see if Yukimura could keep down the tea first. He crossed the room and sat back down next to Yukimura, setting up the shogi board Yanagi had brought.
“Thank you,” Yukimura murmured as Renji handed him the mug. He took a sip, sighing happily as he kept his eyes on the quail. Crossing his legs, he very, very carefully let Skeeter down in the space between them so she could stretch her legs but could not escape. “You two really are middle-aged men,” he quipped as he watched Sanada set up the game out of the corner of his eye.
“Well, what does it say about you that your boyfriend and best friend are middle aged men?” Yanagi teased back, arranging the pieces on the board. “Black or white, Genichirou?”
“I like to feel young,” Yukimura replied with a smile. He gradually began to take bigger and bigger sips of his tea, glad that it was not making his stomach rebel and calming it instead. While his best friends prepared to play, the former contented himself with letting Skeeter chase his fingertip back and forth.
Sanada snorted at Yukimura's answer. "Black," he said, finishing putting the pieces up on the board. He glanced over at his boyfriend, making sure he wasn't going to get sick. Satisfied, he ignored the fluffy creature wobbling around to turn back to the game. "Ready?"
“Whenever you are,” Yanagi replied. Black meant Sanada went first, so he waited patiently for Sanada to make his move. He was already predicting the strategies Sanada would use.
Sanada moved his first piece. He could practically hear the gears in Yanagi's head turning. He just had to hope he didn't fall into any traps laid by his best friend.
Happy that he had a worthy opponent, Yanagi put his full attention into the game, carefully planning out each move and attempting to counter Sanada’s. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to flex his mind in such a manner, and Yanagi relished it.
While his two old men played their elderly man game, Yukimura had managed to finish his tea and was currently busy letting Skeeter chase his fingertips around in circles. She was quite cute with her awkward little scuttle, but became increasingly less cute as she tried to nip at his fingers. Perhaps she was hungry.
“Renji,” he asked suddenly, turning his attention back to the other two and completely ignoring whatever deep thought they were in. This was more important. “Did you bring quail food with you?”
“Mmm, it’s in my bag.” Yanagi waved in the general direction of the satchel he had brought with him. He looked up briefly to see what Skeeter was doing, but quickly resumed frowning slightly at a move Sanada made. “Front left pocket, ziplock bag.”
In response, Yukimura leaned against Sanada. “Go get it Genichirou,” he teased, tugging on his boyfriend’s hat. “And some Seiichi food while you do that. I think my stomach might be able to handle it.” Hopefully, he thought, as the panging in his head ebbed and flowed.
Noting the bag, Sanada brushed Yukimura's hand away and righted him before he moved to go get it. Finding the bag of quail food, he tossed it over near Yukimura's leg.
"Did you, by chance, happen to pack anything just in case?" he asked, turning to Yanagi. If he hadn't, there was soup up here...he just had to find it.
“I have a container of rice leftover from lunch,” Yanagi replied, nodding towards his bag. “If you have some seaweed or rice seasoning we could make a minimalist version of ochazuke, since we still have some tea left. Or would Seiichi prefer soup?” Yanagi looked up at Yukimura for his opinion.
Yukimura was in the process of opening the small bag and dangling the worm-looking things to the quail. She cocked her head from side to side before eagerly goggling up one piece of food after another. Yukimura hoped that Sanada was not getting any ideas about ‘fattening’ Skeeter up or anything. Yanagi would never forgive him anyways.
“Ochazuke sounds lovely,” he replied, flashing them both a smile. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your game.”
Sanada wasn't sure if there was seaweed, but he did have various spices to try to make ochazuke. "It's fine. Renji didn't calculate for the move I just made," he said with a smirk. He pulled the rice out of Yanagi's bag and set it next to the remaining tea. He wasn't exactly sure how to make the dish, so he pushed the two items toward Yanagi and took up searching for the seasoning he needed.
“You just merely delayed my checkmate by another three moves,” Yanagi said mildly, getting up to find a bowl and chopsticks for Yukimura. He emptied the rice into the bowl and sprinkled the seasoning Sanada found over it before pouring the fragrant tea on top. “Here.” He passed the bowl to Yukimura with a smile. “You should be able to stomach it.”
Yukimura smiled as Yanagi handed him the bowl. “Thank you,” he replied. Picking up the chopsticks, he began eating tiny bites of the rice. Skeeter already looked full so Yukimura just let her strut about in the contained space as he ate. Yukimura glanced over at the shogi board curiously.
It would be interesting to see who won.
Sanada frowned as he retook his seat. He tried to think of a way to stall Yanagi's win a few more moves. He moved a completely different piece in an attempt to buy some more time and circumvent Yanagi's chosen path of checkmate.
“Genichirou.” Yanagi sounded amused as he captured another of Sanada’s pieces. “Stop trying to delay the inevitable.” He turned back to Yukimura as he waited for Sanada to move again. “How is your stomach handling the food?”
Yukimura looked up from his half-finished bowl. “It’s handling it well so far,” he replied. “I’ll let you know if I feel differently.” He paused to sip up some of the broth before continuing, “And how is handing Genichirou’s ass to him going?”
Yanagi laughed softly. “I’m debating whether to draw it out or give Genichirou a swift, merciful end,” he told Yukimura. “And good. Eat slowly.”
Years of playing shogi with his grandfather was currently not helping in the slightest. "I'm not going down without a fight," he said, capturing one of Yanagi's pieces for his own. "Nor am I getting my ass handed to me." He gave a pointed look to Yukimura who probably knew full well for what reason.
The smugness welling up within was hard to surpress, but he managed to only give Sanada an innocent look in reply. It was no fun teasing him if he acted like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“I am Renji,” he replied, turning back to his bowl and eating a few more bits of rice. “You should defeat him before I finish.”
“Is that a challenge?” asked Yanagi, his narrow eyes gleaming. He cocked his head at the game board. “Genichirou is putting up a decent fight though. It must be his burning samurai soul.” Yanagi had grown up playing AIs and random unsuspecting old men in parks, and thus had no lack of experience himself. Smiling slightly, he took another of Sanada’s pieces.
“I believe it is,” Yukimura said. With that, he turned more towards the game and continued to eat his food.
Yanagi nodded. “Very well, then.” He looked up at Sanada. “Don’t be too upset when you lose, Genichirou.” Yanagi estimated he could win the game in less than five moves.
"I lose all the time," Sanada said, taking another one of Yanagi's pieces. "I'm not too concerned about it." There was a small chance he could pull off an upset. He could hear Yanagi in his head telling him it was below five percent, if that.
The game picked up pace as both sides pressed on, reluctant to lose. After a few particularly tense moments, Yanagi slid one of his few remaining pieces into place with an air of finality. “Checkmate,” he said, sounding only slightly smug.
Damn, but at least he had put up a good fight. Sanada ignored the tone of Yanagi's voice as he leaned back on his hands. "Good match. We'll have to play again soon." Maybe after he had got Sasuke to set up their grandfather on an online shogi site.
"You done yet, Seiichi?"
Yukimura finished slurping up the last of the broth before showing both of his best friends the empty bowl. “I think Renji beat me,” he admitted. Putting down the bowl, he picked up Skeeter with one hand and scooted so he was sitting next to Sanada.
“Technically that means he gets to smack us both yes?”
“In the true Rikkaidai tradition,” nodded Yanagi solemnly. “Prepare yourselves for punishment.” He lifted his hand, then poked both Yukimura and Sanada hard on the nose.
Sanada glanced up at Yanagi, frowning and crinkling his nose to get the urge to rub it to go away. "I believe that's the first time you've ever beaten Seiichi, Renji. Doesn't that deserve something extra?"
“Hmm.” Yanagi looked at Yukimura, considering. “What do you suggest, Genichirou?”
"Nothing too punishing. He is sick after all," Sanada said, bumping his shoulder against Yukimura's.
Yukimura glared at Sanada, bumping back as he rubbed his nose. “You can do whatever you want Renji,” he decided. His stomach was holding down the food so he felt more confident. “I can handle it.”
“Then I want a kiss, Seiichi,” Yanagi said with a straight face, though not without a calculating glance at Sanada. He offered his cheek to his friend.
“That’s hardly a punishment isn’t it?” Yukimura quipped with a chuckle. Leaning in, he murmured, “Congratulations Renji,” before kissing his cheek softly. He pulled away, making sure not to look at Sanada as he checked on the quail in his lap.
“Thank you,” Yanagi replied with a small smile, glancing at Sanada again before directing his attention to the chubby little quail in Yukimura’s lap. “I think Skeeter likes you, Seiichi.”
Yukimura grinned. “I like her too,” he replied. “We’ll have to let her get all the pests in my gardens one day.” He had a feeling Skeeter would love finding all the worms and flies among his precious flowers. “Genichirou, please don’t eat her. Ever.”
Sanada offered a small frown. "She isn't big enough to even serve as a snack. Not worth it." Plus, he didn't really want to piss off his bestest friends over a forest creature. "Don't worry about it. I'll leave your children alone, Renji."
Yanagi picked up the quail and set it on Sanada’s head this time, where it immediately started pecking at his hair. “You can eat the jungle fowl I’ve been breeding instead,” he suggested. “I’ve been aiming for a 15% increase in meat and egg production per chicken.”
Raising an eyebrow, Sanada lifted a hand to pluck the small bird from his person. "Just so long as I don't have to rely on protein shakes and bars solely, it's fine," he said, setting the tiny creature on the floor of the tree house.
Yukimura watched the quail scamper across the floor before scooping her back up and rubbing her head. “You will be well-fed Genichirou,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow in Yanagi’s direction. “We know how you are without your meat.”
Sanada shot a look to the both of them. "I can manage. I just prefer not to." It wasn't like the meat supply was going to completely run out...unless some idiotic diva went on another killing spree.
“Yes, yes, we all need protein in our diet, as certain people tend to emphasize.” Yanagi glanced at Yukimura, recalling Oishi’s anxiety over Yukimura’s eating habits. “At any rate, we seem to be doing well. We seem good to go for the long term...or till whenever they manage to rescue us.”
“They will rescue us,” Yukimura said confidently. Scooting in between his two friends, he wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders. “And until then, I have the two of you to keep the child of god occupied.” He was truly lucky, but Yukimura would never say that out loud.
When: evening, a couple of weeks ago, kinda sorta after this thread
Where: Sanada & Yukimura's secret treehouse (of course, Yanagi knows about it, cause it's... you know, Yanagi)
Summary: Shogi and quails.
Yanagi made his careful way to the treehouse inhabited by his best friends, tea and shogi set in his bag and Skeeter the quail tucked safely in a pocket. “Genichirou? It’s Renji,” he called up towards the shelter before beginning to climb the rope ladder.
Sanada glanced over at Yukimura as Yanagi called up. He figured he didn't need to respond; Yanagi knew they were there, otherwise, he would have just gone to one of their cabins. He reached over, shaking his boyfriend awake. "Renji's on his way up."
Groaning, Yukimura rolled on his side and cracked an eye open in Sanada’s direction. “I suppose I can wake up for that,” he teased, slowly sitting up. His head still ached even after the long nap; they would not be consuming sake again for a long, long time.
Reaching the top, Yanagi dusted himself off and entered the treehouse. “Genichirou,” he greeted. He turned to somewhat pale-looking Yukimura. “And Seiichi. You look terrible.” He shrugged off his bag, taking out the flask of tea and a box containing his shogi pieces.
Yukimura shot Yanagi a half-hearted glare. “I’ve looked worse,” he quipped, eyes on the flask of tea already. “Though you can blame Genichirou for this. He got me drunk.” A complete lie, but he had a feeling Yanagi would see through it as he reached for his jacket and draped it over his shoulders.
“How have you been Renji?” Noting the shogi box, he continued, “I’m sorry to have changed your plans like this.”
“I’m sure he did,” Yanagi replied, raising an eyebrow at Yukimura. He hardly believed that. If anything, Yukimura only had himself to blame. “I’ve been well, and it’s not really much of a change of plans. Additionally, I brought you something to keep you entertained.” He took out the cheeping little quail from his pocket and deposited it on top of Yukimura’s head.
Yukimura stared at Yanagi with a puzzled expression as he reached for his pocket. Smiling as he realized what his friend had brought, Yukimura laughed as he felt the tiny quail being set on his head. He reached up and gently scooped up the bird. “Hello Skeeter,” he told the bird softly, stroking the back of its head with a finger. How Genichirou could ever want to eat something so precious was beyond him.
Satisfied that Skeeter did not seem alarmed or skittish, Yanagi smiled and left them to it, wandering off in search of some mugs for the tea. “Genichirou, come give me a hand,” he said to Sanada.
Damn bird was too small to eat. It would make like quail nuggets at the minimum. Pathetic. Skeeter was lucky. Sanada pushed himself up, pulling out his phone to snap a brief picture of the duo before padding over to Yanagi. Squatting down, he opened a small box and pulled out three mugs. "There's a kettle in one of these," he said, setting the cups aside. He really needed to organize one the tree house/lodge was completed.
Yanagi was unamused by Sanada’s gastronomic designs on his pet quail, though he did know that quail was rather tasty when prepared right. Skeeter was just... different. He held up his flask. “I just need the mugs for now,” he said. “Though...perhaps we should make Seiichi something easy to eat.”
Sanada closed the box he was searching in and passed over the mugs. "I was going to make soup," he said, sliding the box back into its place. "He slept for most of the day too." After a much needed bath.
“Would you like some help?” Yanagi asked as he poured out the tea. It was fragrant, and still quite hot. He passed one to Sanada, and carried the other two mugs to where Yukimura was still playing with the quail.
Sanada took the cup with a small bow of his head in thanks. "I think it could wait a bit." They should see if Yukimura could keep down the tea first. He crossed the room and sat back down next to Yukimura, setting up the shogi board Yanagi had brought.
“Thank you,” Yukimura murmured as Renji handed him the mug. He took a sip, sighing happily as he kept his eyes on the quail. Crossing his legs, he very, very carefully let Skeeter down in the space between them so she could stretch her legs but could not escape. “You two really are middle-aged men,” he quipped as he watched Sanada set up the game out of the corner of his eye.
“Well, what does it say about you that your boyfriend and best friend are middle aged men?” Yanagi teased back, arranging the pieces on the board. “Black or white, Genichirou?”
“I like to feel young,” Yukimura replied with a smile. He gradually began to take bigger and bigger sips of his tea, glad that it was not making his stomach rebel and calming it instead. While his best friends prepared to play, the former contented himself with letting Skeeter chase his fingertip back and forth.
Sanada snorted at Yukimura's answer. "Black," he said, finishing putting the pieces up on the board. He glanced over at his boyfriend, making sure he wasn't going to get sick. Satisfied, he ignored the fluffy creature wobbling around to turn back to the game. "Ready?"
“Whenever you are,” Yanagi replied. Black meant Sanada went first, so he waited patiently for Sanada to make his move. He was already predicting the strategies Sanada would use.
Sanada moved his first piece. He could practically hear the gears in Yanagi's head turning. He just had to hope he didn't fall into any traps laid by his best friend.
Happy that he had a worthy opponent, Yanagi put his full attention into the game, carefully planning out each move and attempting to counter Sanada’s. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to flex his mind in such a manner, and Yanagi relished it.
While his two old men played their elderly man game, Yukimura had managed to finish his tea and was currently busy letting Skeeter chase his fingertips around in circles. She was quite cute with her awkward little scuttle, but became increasingly less cute as she tried to nip at his fingers. Perhaps she was hungry.
“Renji,” he asked suddenly, turning his attention back to the other two and completely ignoring whatever deep thought they were in. This was more important. “Did you bring quail food with you?”
“Mmm, it’s in my bag.” Yanagi waved in the general direction of the satchel he had brought with him. He looked up briefly to see what Skeeter was doing, but quickly resumed frowning slightly at a move Sanada made. “Front left pocket, ziplock bag.”
In response, Yukimura leaned against Sanada. “Go get it Genichirou,” he teased, tugging on his boyfriend’s hat. “And some Seiichi food while you do that. I think my stomach might be able to handle it.” Hopefully, he thought, as the panging in his head ebbed and flowed.
Noting the bag, Sanada brushed Yukimura's hand away and righted him before he moved to go get it. Finding the bag of quail food, he tossed it over near Yukimura's leg.
"Did you, by chance, happen to pack anything just in case?" he asked, turning to Yanagi. If he hadn't, there was soup up here...he just had to find it.
“I have a container of rice leftover from lunch,” Yanagi replied, nodding towards his bag. “If you have some seaweed or rice seasoning we could make a minimalist version of ochazuke, since we still have some tea left. Or would Seiichi prefer soup?” Yanagi looked up at Yukimura for his opinion.
Yukimura was in the process of opening the small bag and dangling the worm-looking things to the quail. She cocked her head from side to side before eagerly goggling up one piece of food after another. Yukimura hoped that Sanada was not getting any ideas about ‘fattening’ Skeeter up or anything. Yanagi would never forgive him anyways.
“Ochazuke sounds lovely,” he replied, flashing them both a smile. “I’m sorry to have interrupted your game.”
Sanada wasn't sure if there was seaweed, but he did have various spices to try to make ochazuke. "It's fine. Renji didn't calculate for the move I just made," he said with a smirk. He pulled the rice out of Yanagi's bag and set it next to the remaining tea. He wasn't exactly sure how to make the dish, so he pushed the two items toward Yanagi and took up searching for the seasoning he needed.
“You just merely delayed my checkmate by another three moves,” Yanagi said mildly, getting up to find a bowl and chopsticks for Yukimura. He emptied the rice into the bowl and sprinkled the seasoning Sanada found over it before pouring the fragrant tea on top. “Here.” He passed the bowl to Yukimura with a smile. “You should be able to stomach it.”
Yukimura smiled as Yanagi handed him the bowl. “Thank you,” he replied. Picking up the chopsticks, he began eating tiny bites of the rice. Skeeter already looked full so Yukimura just let her strut about in the contained space as he ate. Yukimura glanced over at the shogi board curiously.
It would be interesting to see who won.
Sanada frowned as he retook his seat. He tried to think of a way to stall Yanagi's win a few more moves. He moved a completely different piece in an attempt to buy some more time and circumvent Yanagi's chosen path of checkmate.
“Genichirou.” Yanagi sounded amused as he captured another of Sanada’s pieces. “Stop trying to delay the inevitable.” He turned back to Yukimura as he waited for Sanada to move again. “How is your stomach handling the food?”
Yukimura looked up from his half-finished bowl. “It’s handling it well so far,” he replied. “I’ll let you know if I feel differently.” He paused to sip up some of the broth before continuing, “And how is handing Genichirou’s ass to him going?”
Yanagi laughed softly. “I’m debating whether to draw it out or give Genichirou a swift, merciful end,” he told Yukimura. “And good. Eat slowly.”
Years of playing shogi with his grandfather was currently not helping in the slightest. "I'm not going down without a fight," he said, capturing one of Yanagi's pieces for his own. "Nor am I getting my ass handed to me." He gave a pointed look to Yukimura who probably knew full well for what reason.
The smugness welling up within was hard to surpress, but he managed to only give Sanada an innocent look in reply. It was no fun teasing him if he acted like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“I am Renji,” he replied, turning back to his bowl and eating a few more bits of rice. “You should defeat him before I finish.”
“Is that a challenge?” asked Yanagi, his narrow eyes gleaming. He cocked his head at the game board. “Genichirou is putting up a decent fight though. It must be his burning samurai soul.” Yanagi had grown up playing AIs and random unsuspecting old men in parks, and thus had no lack of experience himself. Smiling slightly, he took another of Sanada’s pieces.
“I believe it is,” Yukimura said. With that, he turned more towards the game and continued to eat his food.
Yanagi nodded. “Very well, then.” He looked up at Sanada. “Don’t be too upset when you lose, Genichirou.” Yanagi estimated he could win the game in less than five moves.
"I lose all the time," Sanada said, taking another one of Yanagi's pieces. "I'm not too concerned about it." There was a small chance he could pull off an upset. He could hear Yanagi in his head telling him it was below five percent, if that.
The game picked up pace as both sides pressed on, reluctant to lose. After a few particularly tense moments, Yanagi slid one of his few remaining pieces into place with an air of finality. “Checkmate,” he said, sounding only slightly smug.
Damn, but at least he had put up a good fight. Sanada ignored the tone of Yanagi's voice as he leaned back on his hands. "Good match. We'll have to play again soon." Maybe after he had got Sasuke to set up their grandfather on an online shogi site.
"You done yet, Seiichi?"
Yukimura finished slurping up the last of the broth before showing both of his best friends the empty bowl. “I think Renji beat me,” he admitted. Putting down the bowl, he picked up Skeeter with one hand and scooted so he was sitting next to Sanada.
“Technically that means he gets to smack us both yes?”
“In the true Rikkaidai tradition,” nodded Yanagi solemnly. “Prepare yourselves for punishment.” He lifted his hand, then poked both Yukimura and Sanada hard on the nose.
Sanada glanced up at Yanagi, frowning and crinkling his nose to get the urge to rub it to go away. "I believe that's the first time you've ever beaten Seiichi, Renji. Doesn't that deserve something extra?"
“Hmm.” Yanagi looked at Yukimura, considering. “What do you suggest, Genichirou?”
"Nothing too punishing. He is sick after all," Sanada said, bumping his shoulder against Yukimura's.
Yukimura glared at Sanada, bumping back as he rubbed his nose. “You can do whatever you want Renji,” he decided. His stomach was holding down the food so he felt more confident. “I can handle it.”
“Then I want a kiss, Seiichi,” Yanagi said with a straight face, though not without a calculating glance at Sanada. He offered his cheek to his friend.
“That’s hardly a punishment isn’t it?” Yukimura quipped with a chuckle. Leaning in, he murmured, “Congratulations Renji,” before kissing his cheek softly. He pulled away, making sure not to look at Sanada as he checked on the quail in his lap.
“Thank you,” Yanagi replied with a small smile, glancing at Sanada again before directing his attention to the chubby little quail in Yukimura’s lap. “I think Skeeter likes you, Seiichi.”
Yukimura grinned. “I like her too,” he replied. “We’ll have to let her get all the pests in my gardens one day.” He had a feeling Skeeter would love finding all the worms and flies among his precious flowers. “Genichirou, please don’t eat her. Ever.”
Sanada offered a small frown. "She isn't big enough to even serve as a snack. Not worth it." Plus, he didn't really want to piss off his bestest friends over a forest creature. "Don't worry about it. I'll leave your children alone, Renji."
Yanagi picked up the quail and set it on Sanada’s head this time, where it immediately started pecking at his hair. “You can eat the jungle fowl I’ve been breeding instead,” he suggested. “I’ve been aiming for a 15% increase in meat and egg production per chicken.”
Raising an eyebrow, Sanada lifted a hand to pluck the small bird from his person. "Just so long as I don't have to rely on protein shakes and bars solely, it's fine," he said, setting the tiny creature on the floor of the tree house.
Yukimura watched the quail scamper across the floor before scooping her back up and rubbing her head. “You will be well-fed Genichirou,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow in Yanagi’s direction. “We know how you are without your meat.”
Sanada shot a look to the both of them. "I can manage. I just prefer not to." It wasn't like the meat supply was going to completely run out...unless some idiotic diva went on another killing spree.
“Yes, yes, we all need protein in our diet, as certain people tend to emphasize.” Yanagi glanced at Yukimura, recalling Oishi’s anxiety over Yukimura’s eating habits. “At any rate, we seem to be doing well. We seem good to go for the long term...or till whenever they manage to rescue us.”
“They will rescue us,” Yukimura said confidently. Scooting in between his two friends, he wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders. “And until then, I have the two of you to keep the child of god occupied.” He was truly lucky, but Yukimura would never say that out loud.