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[thankfully this is indeed after the fight with the giant ghost demon so Tenka can finally respond, at least once morning has broken-]

mostly. wanna see for yourself?

"Mostly"?

i'm offering for you to see in person

[listen Tenka's capable of being crafty. sort of. in the form of being a child]

[ Too subtle, Tenka. ]

Where?

[VICTORY]

how about the gardens?

oh!!! and bring tea!!!! sousei's tea isn't as good his taste buds are really off

WAIT WAIT YOUR SWEETS TOO i haven't had sweets in too long......

[ This is what stunned silence sounds like via text message. ]

Selfish.

[At first Tenka begins to type:]

You miss me, I can tell|

[before he thinks better of it and backspaces it completely]

{so instead what shirasu gets is this]

see you in 10!!!

[ Tenka's self-indulgence is lucky Shirasu figured out how to work the stove. However, having not been in the city very long, and being completely unfamiliar with modern things, Shirasu arrives at the park with a small, wrapped bundle containing only a teapot and a very un-Japanese style teacup. Sweets would have to wait for another time, if ever. (Though, honestly, no halfway decent wagashi can be prepared in under ten minutes.)

Shirasu sets the tea set bundle in a sunny spot to help keep it warm, and looks around for Tenka. His left hand idly brushes his brother's mask tied to his belt, while his right hangs limply by his side; bandages poke out of the top of his arm sleeve. The fight with the demon had been tedious and aggravating so quickly after regaining his hearing.

Part of him is questioning why he even came. He could have pushed Tenka for an answer via the text messages, and when Tenka inevitably refused to answer, Shirasu could have assumed he was at least well and safe enough to be stubborn. Perhaps he'd just been happy to have something to do, requested by someone else. Perhaps it was the mention of the Yamainu captain being less than perfect at something.

When he hadn't died after falling off that cliff, he'd been content to bury whatever lingering feelings or regrets he had regarding the Kumou family. Since he'd never see them again, there was no point in dwelling. Not on what had been lost, or who had helped them defeat his plans. The Yamainu, the Abe shikigami, that half-formed failure. None of them mattered. Keeping his nearly decimated clan fed, safe and away from the authorities had been his only goal.

But here... no goals, no clan, no future with any real meaning. Only the ghosts of what he's tried so hard to leave behind.

He does miss Tenka. And that's the problem. ]

[To be honest, Tenka had left the house with nothing more than a nudge to Sousei to let him know that he was meeting with Shirasu, and after that he'd made a beeline for their agreed(?) meeting spot. Even if Shirasu didn't really respond, there was something in his heart that told him that the other man would be there - or at least he certainly hoped so. It was again Tenka's habit of thinking that one way or another, the rest of the world would come to accommodate his whims.

And when he sees Shirasu there, along with a tea set, he grins unabashedly, much like he used to when he would always be the one to win their little tussles. Tenka knew that most of his victories came mostly from Shirasu giving up and just letting him have his way - but isn't this something like that?

So he waves an arm in response, greeting happily:] Yoooo!

[He's rather beat up himself, but nothing that he bothered to really treat. There are small cuts, just knicks, and random light bruises all over his body, but he definitely still has all his limbs.

Then, as if it's his designated spot, Tenka sits right next to the tea set in the sunny spot.]

Alright, let's have tea!

[ Shirasu watches carefully as Tenka moves -- noting the scratches and cuts and dismissing them. If it had been anyone else, he might have felt played for a fool, lured into a meeting. But it's difficult to fail to forgive Tenka anything he does.

And Tenka looks to be exactly where he belongs, sitting in the sun. Shirasu, himself, hangs back in the shade of a tree. When Tenka opens the bundle, he will only find a single teacup along with the still warm pot. ]

You look well. [ Which is all he wished to confirm. ]

[A single teacup!!

Well.... despite Shirasu's words, Tenka doesn't really seem to respond to them. He did get impaled on a broken rack the night before, but he's already healed, so that's nothing that Shirasu needs to be concerned with, right? So as he tends to do, he skips right over it and in an appearance of being completely distracted-]

Shirasu....

[He frowns and completely seriously, he speaks again.]

I don't want to share a cup with you.

[Why did you only pack one?]

I'm not having any. [ It's all yours, Tenka. Go nuts. ]

Were you haunted by a ghost?

[ The Yamainu captain hadn't said either way, though seeing how many people had been affected makes him certain Tenka probably was. ]

Yes, you are. [And even though he's sighing, Tenka's pouring the tea and extending the cup for Shirasu to take.] Remember to bring two cups next time.

[Because there will be a next time and Tenka doesn't take no for an answer? But at the question of the being haunted by a ghost.... Tenka offers a grin and a tilt of his head.]

I'll make you a deal. I don't want to answer any question that you won't answer yourself.

[After all, Shirasu's been keeping things from him lately.]

I suppose I can manage that.

[ So stubborn.

Shirasu steps out into the sunlight and sits seiza across from Tenka. He takes the cup and lets it warm his hands for a moment before drinking from it. ]

Checking for poison? [ Hands the cup back. Sadly, he doubts it. The Yamainu captain would have, but Shirasu doubts that influence has rubbed off. ]

[And as if he reads Shirasu's mind-]

Who do I look like? Sousei?

[But he accepts the cup back and sips it, humming in appreciation. Yeah, definitely different from the tea that either he or Sousei can manage to make. Something about this tastes a lot more like.... well, home.] Nah, I just figured you probably didn't have any before you gave it to me.

[Meanwhile Tenka would totally sneak sips before he delivers tea.... Though now he considers the previous question and nods.]

I was invisible and couldn't touch anyone, but apparently some people could hear me. [ . . . . and he pauses for a moment before adding-] You couldn't, though.

[He tried.]

[ Invisible and unable to make any contact... for someone like Tenka, that does sound like a terrible thing to have happen. Shirasu's expression is sympathetic. ]

The ghost haunting me ruptured my eardrums. I couldn't hear. [ He manuvers his right hand into his lap with his left. ] Yours sounds much worse, however. [ He didn't miss the implication that Tenka encountered him during his incorporeal state. ]

[Tenka frowns in response to that, looking at Shirasu. He figured as much considering that Sousei seemed to be afflicted by the same thing, but to think that luck would be so bad that Shirasu would have the same issue....]

It was pretty bad, you're right. [which is kind of a huge understatement but also-] Did you get into a scuffle or something?

I was pulled into some sort of cellar, toward the end of the week, to fight a demon.

[ Fortunately he could hear then, just had some re-adjustment trouble. And the massive weapon had sliced his arm right down to the bone. ]

I was careless.

[Well, at least Tenka knows exactly what he's talking about.]

Ah... well, that makes the two of us. [He shakes his head faintly but doesn't say more than that.] Glad you're alright though.

[there was no harming that thing - it definitely could've been worse]

[ That it could have been. But his attention sharpens. ]

You were hurt?

... well, you can't really fight something invincible and not get hurt, right?

[Slightly avoiding the question but... well, his answer is pretty clear.]

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