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[wavesoakedlegs]

['Motochika' appears on screen, or rather, Mitsuhide in his friend's body. He is wearing very traditional Japanese wear, as Mitsuhide would normally, which is rather a giveaway. His expression is tired, and perhaps a little frustrated.]I do not think I will get used to this. If this curse lasts like the others have then those of us affected have

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Action; Do I have a surprise for you, daddy-yo~<3

[kagayakashi]

[If Motochika and Mitsuhide have noticed, Gracia hadn't made herself known since the curse had began. She closed herself off in her room, or left only when they were not aware that she did. Hiding was starting to become a hassle for her, so there really was no other choice now. She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but this had to be one of those "curses" they told her about before. Staring at herself in the mirror of the bathroom, Gracia sighed quietly and took one last glance at her bright blond hair and striking blue eyes. She didn't even know this person. And he was a boy no less.

She opened the door and walked out to the hallway, finding Lord Motochika sitting out in the living room. He dressed out of his usual clothes? Well, she supposed it would be tiring to wear such tight pants all the time...The wall hid her body, so that only a part of that blond hair could be seen poking out. Taking a deep breath, Gracia walked out into the open and gulped.]

...Um, good morning my Lord. [This was more than strange. Gracia, who was

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[kagayakashi]

Many differences? Like what? I don't see any. You two get along very well!

[She can sense storytiiiiime! So in her ninja-state, she plops down harder on the seat and listens intently.]

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide blinks, and looks mildly surprised.]

You don't see... any differences between us? That is rather strange, Gracia. We have many; yes, we do get along, but that does not mean we are alike.

[He leans back and folds his hands in his lap.]

Is it not clear even in the way we dress? My Lord is not as... ahh. Well. I dress very traditionally. He does not, by any stretch of the imagination. He goes against the tide, always does his own thing. You could not say the same of myself.

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[kagayakashi]

Well, there are those differences, but um...[LITERALLY, yes they have a lot but her point being was that they both had this stubborn, determined streak in them that just varies in levels. In Motochika, it was like he was made of the very virtue. With her father, it's more subdued and quiet, but it's there nonetheless. She rubbed her head and thought about her sentence some more.]

I meant to say that you compliment one another, because you're somehow similar. That's why it's hard to tell you two apart.

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[wavesoakedlegs]

[That... still confuuses Mitsuhide, and it shows in his face. He's never seen it like that, not ever. Motochika has often said to others that he and his friend share the same spirit of resistance, at the very core of their beings, but Mitsuhide... no. A tilt of the head.]

You have lost me there, I'm afraid.

[He thinks for a moment. No, still confused. 8|a]

Perhaps it does not matter. It has never meant much to me, in whatever ways we are different or similiar. Just that he is my friend.

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[kagayakashi]

[JUST ACCEPT THAT YOU'RE SUPER COOL, MITSU 8|d Don't make Motochika and Gracia tag team you to death.]

[BUT Gracia just lets that go. For now. Motochika made her promise that she would help in his endeavors to uplift her father's spirit, and she's only just begun. She smiles again and looks at him, a gentle glint in Motochika's usually strong eyes.]

I suppose you're right. Being pals with someone is all that should matter, and nothing else.

[She stands and places her hands on her (his) hips.] Have you eaten breakfast yet, father?