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[demonforgeddragonfly]

      Sneezes.

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keijitori replied to your post “keijitori replied to your post:keijitori: Yarichin… has his husband...”

"Haha ... You are too cute for such tough looking Yari." He wipes away the tears. "I was merely jesting. I trust you."

      Tonbogiri heaved a sigh. Souza had gotten one over on him, and honestly, he should have expected it. Still, there were things the yari fought to uphold, and his own integrity was one of them. Not the cruelest prank to play, perhaps, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly insulted by the ordeal. “At least there’s that.”

[keijitori]

hiccups. dont fall for his crocodile tears Tonbokiri

[demonforgeddragonfly]

      He’s falling for them!!

      “Surely you believe me?”

[demonforgeddragonfly]

keijitori replied to your post:keijitori: Yarichin… has his husband been sleeping...

*small uchigatana tears*

He didn’t do anything!!!! Don’t cry!! It’s not true!! S-Souza!

[keijitori]

Yarichin… has his husband been sleeping around?

[demonforgeddragonfly]

No!

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@eastyari

!!!!

      Otegine!!

[demonforgeddragonfly]

tfw it hits him way too late that he was called ‘yarichin’ last night.

[demonforgeddragonfly]

Yes friends, another day, another round.

Tonbokiri’s Comedy Hour!

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tfw spino makes up 90% of the tou rabu fandom

[butterflyprayers]

Lunch Break

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He had messed up. Of course he had. They hadn’t talked in so long that Kousetsu hadn’t been sure what to say, and now he had ruined it by coming off as cold. He didn’t have the same openness or warm demeanor others had, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wished that sometimes he did. The tachi had spent so much time by himself or only with his siblings, he didn’t know how to informally interact with anyone, let alone someone he once considered a friend and then was the one to break those ties.

The half hour passed with Kousetsu’s mind stuck on every possible what-if and if-then that he could think of involving the yari, almost unable to focus on his tasks. With a mild sense of trepidation in his gut, Kousetsu returned to the fields, ready to retrieve the lunch boxes and not as ready to face Tonbokiri. For the second time that day, he approached the man.

“I hope lunch was enjoyable, Tonbokiri-san.” He stated simply, taking the lunchbox in hand with a bow, and again for the second time that day, stood there awkwardly. The uncertainty in his normally smooth features could be seen by the light fidgeting of his feet as he adjusted his weight, fishing for words that never easily came to him.

Finally managing to think of something, Kousetsu looked up towards Tonbokiri, still unable to make eye contact, not that he ever really did that with anyone anyway. “What… How, have you been… lately, Tonbokiri-san?” It was a lame thing to ask, he knew, but it was all he could muster right now.

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      And like that, Kousetsu was gone as stoic and quickly as he arrived. Their exchange had almost been mechanical, and to say it hit the yari rather heavily was putting it lightly. Then again, he should have expected this. Their departure all those centuries ago had not been on the best of terms. When the Tokugawa dismissed the Honda, so had the Samonji dismissed him.  He couldn’t have expected that much to change, when they had remained but memories etched on each others’ blade.

      The great spear heaved a sigh as he situated himself on the edge of the engawa. The stave in his hand was rested against a support beam. Both hands now free, he cradled the bento, which just seemed so small within them, now. Amber eyes darted from the box’s delicious smelling contents to the now empty, and dusty courtyard before him.

      It was a small enclave used for training, and was far more spartan than any other courtyard within the citadel. Not that there were many. But he was more keenly aware of how barren and stark it looked in comparison. What a fitting metaphor for his current situation, he supposed. 

      With that thought, he gave a bitter, soundless chuckle, and ate his meal in contemplative silence. Not a soul bothered him in that short passage of time, perhaps concerned with their own business, which was well enough. Not that he was really anything to bother. And he was sure there was more than enough work to be done without even entertaining the idea of a few rounds of sparring.

      Still, it didn’t seem all that long before once again, the tachi graced him with his presence.

      Tonbogiri smiled, and gave Kousetsu a polite nod as he handed the sword the remnants of his dishes. “Ah, yes. It was excellent. Thank you, Kousetsu-san.” 

      And that was it. Or so he thought it would be. It was a shock, to say the least, when the Samonji lingered. 

     “I-I’ve been well. As well as a spear can be, I suppose.” The laugh he gave was timorous, yet genuine.

[demonforgeddragonfly]

      Something around here probably needs fixing--

[kaminotsumahajiki-deactivated20]

花 — “Hn. You speak as though I would allow such an event to occur.” 

[demonforgeddragonfly]

      “Ah, no. But you have to admit, this place is certainly unpredictable.”

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kaminotsumahajiki replied to your post

“Welcome back, yarichin.”

      “Glad to see nothing has caught on fire... yet. Ahaha.”

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[kakakakakunihiro]

Bromance mode: ACTIVATE

The humble monk approached the taller male, never lowering his arms. As Yamabushi came close enough, he engulfed Tonbokiri within his muscular arms. Flesh against flesh as rippling pecs collided in a full-fledged act of bromance. 

“Is this not wonderful, Tonbokiri-dono? This humble servant of Buddha can feel our bonds solidifying already!” The tachi might have shouted a little too loudly in his excitement but it was clear that he was very proud of himself for doing this. 

Their saniwa would be proud.

[demonforgeddragonfly]

      Well! To say the tachi’s stength was formidable was an understatement, and it was not something Tonbokiri had taken lightly anyway. But it was impressive that the smaller blade managed to lift him at least an inch from the ground with such a passionate embrace. Another boisterous laugh left the spear, resonating through the compound as rich as Yamabushi’s own.

      A hug. It was wonderful indeed.

      A bit at a loss for what to do with his own arms, never mind how the bared, rocky plains of their chests ground against each other rather awkwardly, he ruffled that crop of teal hair with his large, calloused hand.

      “I can feel it! What an energy!”

[kakakakakunihiro]

@demonforgeddragonfly

“Kakakakaka! Tonbokiri-dono! Let us show our manly camaraderie for one another!” Yamabushi stood before the yari with his arms wide open, awaiting to other to reciprocate. Their ever knowledgeable had taught him of the ways of ‘bromance’ and the tachi wished to share such affections with his fellow swords.   

[demonforgeddragonfly]

      The spear laughed, a rich and hearty sound, at the Kunihiro’s rather zealous request. “Manly camaraderie? Is that what they’re calling it?”

       “And how do we do that?” Lets get this rad bromance started.

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Lunch Break

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Returning the bow, Kousetsu stood before the yari, feeling awkward. He wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure exactly what. Despite his skills with political diplomacy, conversation was never his strong suit. Why did he even put himself in this situation? To possibly fix a problem he caused in the first place, all those centuries ago?

Realizing he had been standing there silently for too long, Kousetsu shook himself out of his thoughts and nodded at the taller man, swallowing to collect himself and speaking quietly. “… Indeed. Please do not overexert yourself. The weather is getting warmer, so breaks are important…“ He trailed off, realizing he could be overstepping his bounds with Tonbokiri, not knowing how recent everything was for him.

Kousetsu averted his gaze more than he had before. “We will be stopping by to collect the boxes in about half an hour, so please have yours ready then, Tonbokiri-san.” Giving a short bow, Kousetsu turned to leave.

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      The silence between them grew longer, and longer, stretched thin and strained. Still, the Yari’s expression did not change, though he was sure his pulse was visible in his throat from how hard his heart was pounding.

      He’d done well to avoid Kousetsu up until this point. At least, direct contact. Avoiding him entirely was impossible. As large as the fortress was, it was still confined. He kept to his corner in the dining hall, merely watching with bright eyes at their comrade’s boisterous activity. Some of which he was ashamed to admit he’d participated in, but ah well. What was life if you didn’t enjoy it a little? And perhaps catching the Samonji’s gaze every so often. He’d passed him in the halls, and down the engawa. Spied him from across the grounds, moving with all of the grace and calm the blade was known for. Those eyes still seemed so cold. Or at least, that’s how he’d read their neutrality.

      Now, here they were, face to face, having exchanged more words in the past five minutes than they had in the span of several centuries, much less their time here as human.

      The tachi turned his gaze away, and his response was stiff, and formal, as if he were talking to a stranger, not an old partner. And those words might as well have been a punch in the yari’s gut instead.

      “I see. I’ll make it quick. Thank you.”

      Well... if that wasn’t an answer to the question nagging at the back of his mind, he didn’t know what was.