[ but the joke's on leon, because he would love, in fact, to be taken apart! but he keeps that to himself, because strange facts like that shouldn't be disclosed to acquaintances...
tsurumaru peers thoughtfully in chaltier's direction, and then addresses him directly — as if leon isn't right there and completely able to hear what he's saying. ]
I never said it was a bad thing, though. Why is he so angry?
[ from all of this ruckus, the wispy bird is now a bit more visible (to tsuru, at least), hopping down a few branches to see why someone's yelling so loudly!!
as for tsuru, he's currently unaware, trying his very best at this cu guessing game. ] Were you going to say...
[ ...........................ah, he's got it. he's going to scrunch up his nose as some kind of contextual preface though, because while leon's face certainly isn't the first one that comes to mind when he thinks about this word, chal sounds like a pure bean that can see the light in anybody!! ]
"Cute"?
[ meanwhile, his wispy bird has now decided that leon's cape is absolutely the finest nest material, and worth traveling down from the tree for. it's now trying to grab a mouthful of pink fabric it in its beak, but still not making direct contact with him. if it hovers too close, however, it just might accidentally bump into him soon. ]
[ AAAH BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT'LL MAKE LEON ANGRY... but in contrast to leon's huffing and puffing and whirling, tsurumaru takes on an unusually thoughtful expression; but of course, what he says doesn't exactly match the level of thought he's seemingly putting in. sorry, chal — he's just too much fun to tease! ]
That's true, actually... you're not my type at all —
[ but with leon backing into the bird so suddenly, it's now clinging to his shoulder for dear life with its tiny feet, as he actually ends up... winning first place in the memory lottery of pain.
meanwhile, there's the abrupt noise of tsurumaru falling to the side, one hand out to catch himself and the other holding his sides. ]
It's not like, at this point, Leon isn't familiar with what's happening here. This is a memory, a Tsurumaru memory, and for all of Tsurumaru's nonsense and ridiculousness, Leon isn't surprised to see such a tragic memory from him. He's a sword, after all. And from what Leon knows of swords...
It isn't an easy life.
Because it resonates. Tsurumaru trying so hard to save his young master, but unable to do anything... it resonates so painfully, because he can remember Chal's desperation when he'd tried to save him, tried to get him to do anything but what he ended up doing, but unable to do anything more than just talk.
Because he's a sword, of course.
It's a sharply painful realization, and Leon breathes out a shuddering breath before he rests his hand on Chal's hilt, ignoring his questioning noise, and looks at Tsurumaru--before he crouches next to him.]
[ it's a pity that tsurumaru's too Out Of It to realize that this is the first time that leon's shown him any sort of concern; it's a milestone achievement otherwise! but he takes a moment or two for himself, because he hasn't eaten anything strange... he hasn't incurred any strange injuries... there's no reason for this strange wave of nausea, really, and it leaves him feeling confused (and sick).
either way, he makes sure that his stomach is going to stay put for the duration of the immediate future, before he manages a few words. ]
Maybe. [ it's currently leaning towards "no", but who knows? for now, though, it seems as if he'll be fine — just disoriented. ]
Here — give me your cape.
[ which is meant mostly as a... really half-hearted, terrible joke, because he's absolutely sure that leon won't part with it, especially if he's the one that's asking. as for what tsurumaru wants it for? it's not for being sick on, honestly! trust him. he wants to use it to pull himself up to his feet and possibly topple leon over in the process, because he's just rude. ]
[That response comes immediately, even as Leon rudely flicks his cape out of Tsurumaru's immediate grasp. He showed just a faint bit of concern, but then in true Leon fashion, he ruined it by being an asshole.
Sorry Tsurumaru.
But for now... Leon doesn't bring up the memory. He'll at least let Tsurumaru get his bearings first before dropping that bomb on him.]
[ he laughs, but makes no move to grab at leon's cape as he pulls himself up to his feet — slowly, because he's ancient and his bones probably creak, despite how much he wants to believe eternal youth is a Thing.
a moment to dust himself off as best as he can, and then, cheerfully — ]
There, I'm fine now. It's strange, though — swords don't get sick like that. I mean, does Chal get sick?
[And yet... here's Tsurumaru, clearly feeling ill. Leon frowns a little at him, looking him over for a moment before he crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
Perhaps, because you have what passes as a human body...
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tsurumaru peers thoughtfully in chaltier's direction, and then addresses him directly — as if leon isn't right there and completely able to hear what he's saying. ]
I never said it was a bad thing, though. Why is he so angry?
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"Well... sometimes people can make fun of you for being short, and I don't think the young master likes to believe he's cu--"
Oh.
Hell no.]
Chal! Do not finish that sentence!
[Oops.]
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as for tsuru, he's currently unaware, trying his very best at this cu guessing game. ] Were you going to say...
[ ...........................ah, he's got it. he's going to scrunch up his nose as some kind of contextual preface though, because while leon's face certainly isn't the first one that comes to mind when he thinks about this word, chal sounds like a pure bean that can see the light in anybody!! ]
"Cute"?
[ meanwhile, his wispy bird has now decided that leon's cape is absolutely the finest nest material, and worth traveling down from the tree for. it's now trying to grab a mouthful of pink fabric it in its beak, but still not making direct contact with him. if it hovers too close, however, it just might accidentally bump into him soon. ]
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Leon is immediately whirling towards Tsuru then, expression fierce and tsun and flustered all at once.]
Shut up! That isn't true at all, so do not even begin to believe that it could be--!
[HE'S NOT, HE'S AN ADULT AND HE'S RESPECTABLE!!!!
But. Yeah. Leon's totally unaware of that bird, and with the way he's flailing about, it's only a matter of time before he runs into it.]
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That's true, actually... you're not my type at all —
[ but with leon backing into the bird so suddenly, it's now clinging to his shoulder for dear life with its tiny feet, as he actually ends up... winning first place in the memory lottery of pain.
meanwhile, there's the abrupt noise of tsurumaru falling to the side, one hand out to catch himself and the other holding his sides. ]
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It's not like, at this point, Leon isn't familiar with what's happening here. This is a memory, a Tsurumaru memory, and for all of Tsurumaru's nonsense and ridiculousness, Leon isn't surprised to see such a tragic memory from him. He's a sword, after all. And from what Leon knows of swords...
It isn't an easy life.
Because it resonates. Tsurumaru trying so hard to save his young master, but unable to do anything... it resonates so painfully, because he can remember Chal's desperation when he'd tried to save him, tried to get him to do anything but what he ended up doing, but unable to do anything more than just talk.
Because he's a sword, of course.
It's a sharply painful realization, and Leon breathes out a shuddering breath before he rests his hand on Chal's hilt, ignoring his questioning noise, and looks at Tsurumaru--before he crouches next to him.]
...Are you going to be sick?
[Comforting!!]
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either way, he makes sure that his stomach is going to stay put for the duration of the immediate future, before he manages a few words. ]
Maybe. [ it's currently leaning towards "no", but who knows? for now, though, it seems as if he'll be fine — just disoriented. ]
Here — give me your cape.
[ which is meant mostly as a... really half-hearted, terrible joke, because he's absolutely sure that leon won't part with it, especially if he's the one that's asking. as for what tsurumaru wants it for? it's not for being sick on, honestly! trust him.
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[That response comes immediately, even as Leon rudely flicks his cape out of Tsurumaru's immediate grasp. He showed just a faint bit of concern, but then in true Leon fashion, he ruined it by being an asshole.
Sorry Tsurumaru.
But for now... Leon doesn't bring up the memory. He'll at least let Tsurumaru get his bearings first before dropping that bomb on him.]
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[ he laughs, but makes no move to grab at leon's cape as he pulls himself up to his feet — slowly, because he's ancient and his bones probably creak, despite how much he wants to believe eternal youth is a Thing.
a moment to dust himself off as best as he can, and then, cheerfully — ]
There, I'm fine now. It's strange, though — swords don't get sick like that. I mean, does Chal get sick?
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[And yet... here's Tsurumaru, clearly feeling ill. Leon frowns a little at him, looking him over for a moment before he crosses his arms thoughtfully.]
Perhaps, because you have what passes as a human body...
[He doesn't get it.]