// Home Is Where The Heart Is //

[wavesoakedlegs]

Characters: behisstrength and wavesoakedlegs
Location: The forest.
Time: Backdated to Christmas day, not long after this.
Style: Either! 83
Status: Closed!

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[behisstrength]

Having taken his gift from Vatheon back to their house before coming here with Mitsuhide, Motochika had used the opportunity to pick up his friend's present, which now resided within the leather satchel he wore.

It was fitting that Mitsuhide chose to start their exchange here, in the little spot of forest they'd previously claimed at their own. There was no better setting.

"Was that an instruction?" Motochika questioned lightly in response, wearing a faint smirk.

But Motochika did look; his gaze ran over the silhouettes of Mitsuhide's veiled woodwork projects, and paused at the smallest one. Somehow the shape seemed vaguely familiar despite being obscured by cloth. He spared a brief glance Mitsuhide's way before he approached it.

[wavesoakedlegs]

"Consider it a suggestion instead," Mitsuhide replied.

Had Motochika requested the exact location of the gift it would have been given, but that clearly wasn't going to be necessary. So Mitsuhide just smiled a little wider when his friend glanced his way.

Amongst the projects was a spot set aside for sitting on when he needed a break from carving. It was marked by a sheet that Mitsuhide had not picked up the last time he'd visited the clearing. When they left he would have to remember to pack it away, but for the moment it could be used, so he sat down and watched Motochika.

"You are not the easiest person to choose a gift for, you know," he said softly. "After you receive this one, I will be left with very few ideas."

Which was true... if the gift had to be meaningful in some way.

[behisstrength]

Motochika smiled at that, amused.

"Your company is enough, Mitsuhide."

Taking his cue from the lack of correction, Motochika crouched and reached out a hand. He pulled off the sheet in one fluid motion.

Then he stared, visibly surprised at what was unveiled. He instantly recognised the carving for what it was -- a Chōsokabe flagship -- after a second or two he sat upon the ground, then reached out, sliding his fingers over the replica. He took the time to examine the extent of the workmanship, tracing the detailing with fingertips. It was only natural that he knew every nook and cranny of his own flagship by heart; he'd not necessarily expected Mitsuhide to, however. He was aware that Mitsuhide saw his longing for what Vatheon had parted him from, but this was unexpected. The level of effort alone was remarkable

[wavesoakedlegs]

Mitsuhide smiled softly, holding that gaze for a few moments