CLOSED ❀❧ 『rip the flesh from your bones, wipe me down, drive me home』
Who: themothdies & 11ady.
What: Takasugi simply takes her up on her invitation.
When: A day or so after this.
Where: 3-27.
Warnings: ...Verbal chess, more or less.
[he had allowed the appropriate amount of time between an invitation and a humble acceptance as to be appropriate etiquette, but failingly so had taken to her residence without an R.S.V.P.]
[social structures and rules were all given to the samurai's whimsy, really]
[he's not wearing his most formal kimono or his most cleverly-stitched haori, though the moth-burning scene they'd discussed days before is practically sewn into the pattern, showing the sureness of his answers]
[he bears no sake as a housewarming gift, remembering her distaste for drinking, but he does sport a small box of dango filled with anko for sharing (dumplings rather than flowers, the phrase went)]
[with an unshy rapping at her door, the package under the opposing arm and his pipe still in his mouth, he waits almost too eagerly]
What: Takasugi simply takes her up on her invitation.
When: A day or so after this.
Where: 3-27.
Warnings: ...Verbal chess, more or less.
[he had allowed the appropriate amount of time between an invitation and a humble acceptance as to be appropriate etiquette, but failingly so had taken to her residence without an R.S.V.P.]
[social structures and rules were all given to the samurai's whimsy, really]
[he's not wearing his most formal kimono or his most cleverly-stitched haori, though the moth-burning scene they'd discussed days before is practically sewn into the pattern, showing the sureness of his answers]
[he bears no sake as a housewarming gift, remembering her distaste for drinking, but he does sport a small box of dango filled with anko for sharing (dumplings rather than flowers, the phrase went)]
[with an unshy rapping at her door, the package under the opposing arm and his pipe still in his mouth, he waits almost too eagerly]