And all of a sudden...

[kisameisafish]

Characters: Samehada (kisameisafish) and Daitou (coughcoughshank)
Date/Time: Sunday 21st, afternoon.
Location: The Dojo
Rating: PG 13 for possible language and nudity
Summary: It's sparring time: Daitou has a few questions. Samehada may have a few answers, but that doesn't mean he's going to tell.

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[coughcoughshank]

Daitou's glance flicked to the projectile, but he made no move to either shy away or intercept it. It wasn't aimed at him, after all - not a threat. Not that training dummy he'd just felled posed much of a threat either, but it was good to finally move. Even if it was against what the medics had very carefully made sure he agreed to - and he could feel the throb of pain beginning to build over the injury - not bad enough to incapacitate him, but perhaps a sign that he should stop, for now.

It took him a second to process all of what Samehada had said, but when he had, his brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Eh? Why would you add ice to tea?" Granted, the Sphere was full of many strange things - but tea was supposed to be hot..

[kisameisafish]

Samehada's keen eyes hadn't missed the slight changes in Daitou's posture - not enough to affect the kid's concentration, but enough to slow him down some

[coughcoughshank]

Daitou carefully ran the flat of his blade along his thigh, wiping off the bits of straw that clung to it onto t he sturdy cotton of his hakama. That was one of the nice things about the training dummies - he could use his full strength, and they were rather easy to clean up after. Particularly as they put themselves back together again later.

His training outfit was almost an inverse of Samehada's casual cargoes and sneakers - a sturdy cotton kosode underneath navy blue hakama, with his hair pulled up into a high ponytail, off the back of his neck. He was barefoot, too, though as he sheathed his katana and went out to join Samehada on the stairs, he stepped into the geta he'd left by the door. Moving so neatly from 'inside' to 'outside' - it always felt completely natural to him.

Less so the current topic of conversation. "Why would I put sugar in tea? That's almost as weird as ice!" He liked sugar, it was true. But it just... didn't go in some things. He wouldn't put sugar in miso, or on fish - or in tea.

[kisameisafish]

Inside/outside - to Samehada it was all the same, though if you pressed him for a preference he'd probably shrug tell you that it was easier to trap someone indoors than out. He'd learned quickly in his time in the 'sphere that he didn't feel the cold as harshly as most, nor the dampness of the heat close to the trees

[coughcoughshank]

"Hmm." Daitou thrust the now-sheathed blade through the ties of his hakama to secure it, and then perched on the edge of a step one above Samehada's. It gave them some illusion of height equality, anyway.

"Was Itachi one of your sparring partners before?" The name was unfamilar to him - someone long gone, most likely. He wasn't sure how long the other man had been here - but it was longer than him for, sure.

The seemingly offhand comment got a little sideways glance from him, and a small - though genuine grin. "I've been feeling a lot better, too. I guess... I owe this place something, as much as I hate to admit that." The first time Samehada-san had commented on the state of his lungs it had come as a worrying surprise - he thought he'd hid the signs of his illness well. But then, the other man had known Crow-san - the signs would have been more obvious to him. And Daitou was starting to realize the blue-skinned man's senses were a great deal sharper than most of the Sphere's residents.