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[closed] I'll make your heart smile

⌛ Who: Kazuha and Scaramouche Fandango
⌛ What: Confrontation of Mou's past bloody revenge and on a more fruity topic it's their 6-mo anni
⌛ When: mid-July
⌛ Where: Kaedehara home, Wakayama
⌛ Warnings: Will contain spoilers for Kazuha's story quest and parts of Summertime Odyssey. There might be smut??

[A few days ago Kazuha awoke with a start, his heart thundering in his chest and his hand clutched around the hilt of an Isshin sword. Where it had come from he hadn't been certain of yet; the memories that had been so abstract in his dreams were steadily pouring into his mind with more clarity now, but left him somewhat disoriented. The blinding light of the Musuo no Hitotachi nearly blots out every other thought— everything except a pervasive feeling of anxiety that he knows something terrible about Kunikuzushi.

Looking at him reminds him he loves him, and the anxiety slowly fades to background noise in his head.

Kazuha is an expert at withdrawing himself, meeting his boyfriend's concern with gentle assurances. Nothing to worry about, only a little bit of a bad dream. A little time to myself to meditate on my thoughts and I'll be right back. Please, Kuni, if you get worried you know you can find me, and most importantly—

I love you.

For a while after he left he just walked, his thoughts scattered and his heart heavy with memories, as free and isolated as a lonely wanderer once again. It's easy to fall back into his old routine, running from his past (once future), until the night of his second day of camp he found himself having to face down the conflict in his heart. Now that he knows the truth Kunikuzushi held from him, what does he do with it?

Six months marks the date of his confession soon and it seems destiny that he remembers everything now. It marks something important, a small milestone for something in his life both in Nippon and Teyvat, and the fates must have thought him ready to face it all. Kazuha doesn't return for three days, arriving in the early afternoon.

The samurai has no fish with him when he steps into the house, no solid evidence of fruition of his vague explanation of what he might have been doing for the past few days, but his arms are full of a bouquet of wildflowers and his hair is an untamed mess akin to his ronin self those months ago when the immortal met him. His geta are toed off at the genkan as he listens, the house mostly quiet except for the the occasional low hum of electro produced by the onikabuto.]

Kuni? Are you home? [He raises his voice to call for him, knowing that the immortal is unlikely to have used the kitchen since he's been gone despite that being his first destination. As he makes his way there, he pushes sliding panels to let more light and a cool summer breeze in. The sound of birds chirping pleasantly becomes background noise to the sound of his feet through the home.]

I have something for you.

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[Waking up to find Kazuha with a sword that seemed to come from nowhere was one thing, for the samurai to appear troubled and pass it off as simply a nightmare was another matter entirely. If the sword proved anything it was that it was more than just a simple nightmare, unless the man had gained the ability to conjure weapons from thin air. It hadn't been a sword from his soul nor had it been one used for the magic of Nippon. Kazuha was hiding something from him and all he was able to do was let him go.

For three whole days with no idea where he'd gone. What happened to 'be right back'?

It's not the first time the other Inazuman has left him alone for a few days, but the circumstances in those situations had been different. Kazuha had always told him where he was going, even when he didn't care to ask, and he'd certainly never left looking visibly upset. It's an irritating matter that Kunikuzushi can barely formulate his own thoughts on, beyond it not being something he liked.

He can't help the creeping thought of if Kazuha hasn't simply left him for good, as everyone else in his life tended to do. He expects that eventually that day will come.

The days alone haven't been particularly eventful, doing his work, practising magic, returning to the samurai's home. What he does on most days. A routine he has little desire to change in his stay in this world. At least for now.

When Kazuha finally returns home, the immortal is laying about in their bedroom idly playing with the batmoth, keep it entertained enough that it stops throwing a tantrum over what he expects is having not seen Kazuha for a few days - he wonders if it acts the same when he takes some time to himself.

The home is quiet enough that he hears when the samurai calls out for him, freezing in his actions as his mind tries to decide if he should respond or not. Eventually he gets to his feet, patting the creature on the head before leaving the room and heading down the stairs, rather than calling out. When he reaches the kitchen he simply stands with a hand on his hip, glad that the mortal hasn't decided to ditch him for good but unaware of how to express any of it, or if he even should.]

So, you're finally back.

[It wasn't like Kazuha hadn't heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, but as he turns and looks at the immortal he still finds himself startling slightly. Despite his days of thinking, laying eyes upon Kunikuzushi brings the memories from the Irodori festival and Kagotsurube Isshin back to the forefront of his mind again. His expression drops slightly, but it's only mere seconds before his warm smile is back.]

Mm, luckily I was not gone long.

[The samurai just stands there for a moment, looking at the other Inazuman from across the kitchen. He thinks potentially he might look very silly, his arms full of flowers but his feet rooted in spot. It's awkward after a moment— Kazuha realizes this distance between them was metaphorical as physical. There's a dichtomy between the Kunikuzushi that had woven a spell in his heart that made him insane with love and the Kunikuzushi that ruined his family.

Shifting the bouquet in his arms, he holds them out slightly towards the other man, indicating that these are for him. It's the most basic move in the rule book of relationships— bring an offering when dealing with an upset partner.]

I thought these would look nice at your table.

I think the batmoth might disagree.

[If Kunikuzushi shares the same feelings he doesn't mention it, instead casting his gaze down towards the bouquet of flowers the samurai is holding. It's easy enough to assume they're meant for him, even if the other man hasn't offered them, but what confuses the immortal is how still Kazuha is being. Whatever he had left to do it hardly seems to have worked, at least in his mind, and it brings about more questions he doesn't think he'll get any answers to. The samurai didn't want to talk to him before, he doesn't expect to get any now.

It seems as though the mortal's mind finally catches up to him as he finally offers out the bouquet, Kunikuzushi's eyes narrowing as he reaches out to take them. They're beautiful flowers, but after the samurai not wishing to speak with him and leaving for three days he can't help but wonder the intentions behind them. It's different to simply returning to Kazuha's home after his work and the man offering them up.]

You know you can't bribe me with pretty gifts.

[Regardless he holds them close to his chest, trying to push his own thoughts past whatever this was. Kazuha came back, that was all that mattered.]

No more bad dreams?

Ah... I've been trying to train it to handle separation better, but it sounds that in the process it might have become attached to me.

[A thing he hadn't quite considered, but he hadn't quite been thinking too hard on the displeasure the creature might be in if the person who usually feeds and carries it around isn't around. It's concerning to him, since there's still much of Nippon he wants to see, things he wants to learn, forging techniques he might glean from locals— a few days is a short trip.

After the other man takes the flowers, he cups a hand under his chin in thought, debating how he might solve this problem in the future. Coming up with one or two thoughts, he puts it away to think about more seriously later. Training the batmoth wasn't the most important this moment.

He reaches out, placing a hand on Kunikuzushi's hip opposite of where his hand was earlier. Over the months he's spent around him, he's grown used to his moods and attitude. It has not always been easy to deal with.]

Can anyone ever claim to be entirely free of such turmoil?

[It's difficult to really begin this conversation. He stands looking a him a little bit longer, then smiles.]

It's our anniversary today.

Oh, so I can blame you for its screaming.

[That Kazuha was the reason they had the creature to begin with goes without saying. Dealing with the batmoth's tantrums was somewhat irritating, but nothing overly troublesome that he wasn't capable of handling on his own - at least not for the time Kazuha was gone for. It would be pleased that the samurai was back, and the usual care routine for it could continue.

Kunikuzushi lets out a sigh, more so at his boyfriend's answer than the hand that finds its way to his hip. The bad dreams were clearly still present then, and unless he was suddenly someone that Kazuha could talk to there was always the possibility for him to leave on a fishing trip again.

A concern he doesn't have a chance to consider voicing as the samurai is mentioning an anniversary and a wave of confusion washes over the immortal's face. Their anniversary? For what? There's nothing that stands out in his mind, nor is he certain where to start looking for the answer. Kazuha was sentimental, human, it could be for a multitude of things. He doesn't have the experience, in both relationships nor emotions, to know.]

Our what?

[Perhaps he should have used a little bit of different wording, but Kazuha couldn't bring himself to lie and say everything is resolved. The heart is complicated, and this situation is no different.

It's to no surprise to him that Kunikuzushi doesn't know what he's talking about either regarding their anniversary. He's used to generally leading these things with him, and he still can hardly bring himself to resent the doll for it. Immortals think differently than humans.]

It's been half a year since I brought you to the ume trees.

[A small amount of time to Kunikuzushi, likely. Maybe more like the blink of a day. Kazuha considers this for a moment, then lifts a hand to affectionately brush his partner's bangs backwards.]

Have you ever celebrated anything?

[Half a year since the ume trees. It takes a moment for Kunikuzushi to realize that the samurai means it as it's been half a year since he had agreed to a relationship - since he allowed someone to step past the walls built around him. Eyes wide, the realization comes with another, that the date was something to be celebrated and he was woefully under prepared.

Having no prior relationship experience has left him unaware that this was something people chose to celebrate. Knowing Kazuha's sentimentality he should have seen it coming, if he had only realized sooner that such anniversaries existed.

His gaze shifts downward, mind trying to determine just what was expected of him in this situation. The flowers now feel less like a bribe and simply a gesture required of this anniversary of theirs. Was he supposed to have something for Kazuha as well? If this held any similarities to their dates should he have been dressed up nice before his boyfriend returned? He's done nothing special with his hair, nor his makeup, and his clothes while perfect as always isn't something he would wear for a special occasion that was important to the mortal.]

I've been to festivals before, Kazuha.

[The doll's voice comes out somewhat strained, as he shifts to try and distance himself from the touch. His thoughts occupied with everything he needs to do in order to not mess up whatever it was Kazuha had planned for this unexpected anniversary. The answer isn't much - a different kind of celebration, but for an immortal that had never even celebrated his birthday before Nippon, there's little else he can claim.]

You could have told me before you left.

[The flowers were absolutely a bribe.

A sigh escapes the mortal as Kunikuzushi shies away from his hand, but Kazuha just smiles after. He doesn't need to know the other man's thoughts to figure that they were likely racing at the moment, confused and a little alarmed by the news about the day. Kazuha rubs his thumb on the other man's hip where his hand is resting, trying to calm his thoughts some.]

I do apologize for not letting you know... I was hoping to surprise you, but admittedly I had a different vision for the start of the day originally.

[He will not elaborate since it was dreamt up by horny brain.]

I was hoping we could just stay in and work on the garden. I've had some thoughts about my family lately. As a child, our garden was filled with beautiful bonzai made by my grandfather and great grandfather. Even my own father would eventually make his own. I would like to create my own bonzai with you.

[Surprises are always a gamble when it comes to Kunikuzushi, either going over well enough or making it so his mind can barely keep up with the information being presented to him. Unfortunately this situation falls into the later, brows knitted together as the samurai explains the method of bringing up the topic hadn't been what he originally intended. Through the haze of confusion it's simple enough to piece together that he likely means the fishing trip was unplanned. That it changed how the day was originally envisioned.

The other Inazuman doesn't explain further, and Kunikuzushi can only take in a breath as he tries to sort through his own thoughts and focus on the gentle rub on his hip. The soft words as Kazuha explains what he wants to do for the remainder of the day.

Working on the garden is an interesting request, though it does manage to calm the immortal some. He wouldn't need to be dressed up as he had done on their last date if they were going to be working. If the mortal was also being sentimental over family hobbies then who was he to deny him. Why their anniversary is bringing about thoughts of family, he doesn't know, but if Kazuha wished to create something with him, albeit something he had very little knowledge of, he would allow it.

How much knowledge would he need on bonzai anyway? The samurai would be there to help guide him.]

If that is what you wish to do, I won't deny you. However I can't say I've ever made any.

It's fine, I hadn't until recently. I'd always wanted to try.

[Though this was around when Kazuha would generally start to consider napping, he does make it clear he means now. With this being deep into the summer, the heat was only going to get more intense as time passes.

His hand lifts away from the other Inazuman's hip and raises to the neck of his kimono. The samurai pulls it, loosening and pulling it up enough in his obi that he can shrug a shoulder out of it, quickly followed by his arms and the rest of his torso, letting it drape around his hips.

Aside from having slightly darkened from more time outside recently, with a little bit of rose of a light sunburn, there aren't at least any marks that Kunikuzushi hadn't put there himself, nor any new scars.]

Kuni, could you go get the bug repellant powder and put it on me?

[By allowing him to step away for a moment, he hopes that it gives him enough time for his confusion to settle. Or Kazuha might end up having to hunt him down. Either or. He at least looks rather expectant, though inside he's deeply contemplating a few things. The bonzai was planned before hand, though it seems a bit too much of a coincidence now.]

[With no prior experience to base things off of, creating bonzai with Kazuha seems like a perfectly normal albeit specific way to spend their anniversary - it was what the samurai wished to do, it clearly meant something to him, and it meant that he would perhaps not need to rush to fix himself up. A situation where they both benefit, and the doll certainly isn't about to question it.

It gives him time for his own thoughts to settle more, and perhaps question what was so bad that Kazuha had to leave when their anniversary was so close.

While Kunikuzushi is no stranger to seeing the samurai strip out of his clothes, his reasoning doesn't fully register until the question is asked. The short trip seems to have left the samurai no worse for wear, at least physically, the immortal giving a slight nod before moving to get the bug repellent.

He puts away the bouquet before returning with the powder, confusion a little less present in his features as he sets to ensuring the mortal will have no trouble with bugs.]

What else do anniversaries entail?

[The powder was admittedly a little unpleasant on his skin, but for a human like Kazuha, it was fairly necessary to put on some sort of protection from insects if he was going to be working in the yard. It's too hot to wear the protective layers of his kimono, so it will have to do.

He's mostly submissive as Kuni works on applying the powder, moving any which way needed to make the task as easy as possible. The question draws a thoughtful sound out of him; he had more of a solid fantasy of the day a few days ago and now he feels like he has a little bit less of a handle on it.]

Many things, but mostly time spent together.

[Kazuha wonders if maybe choosing to spend their time at home might be be disappointing to his boyfriend after the pattern of dates he's taken him on. He turns this thought around in his head as his hands busy with weaving a spell to get the sweep tumbling out of the cupboard and then setting to work on the excess powder.]

Whatever the mood dictates of us. Some others might do it differently, but I think an occasion celebrating our time together only needs us to be together.

[Kunikuzushi is careful and meticulous in his application as he is with most things, gently ensuring that the mortal will be sufficiently protected from bug bites if he intends to work out in the garden an potentially disturb them.

An anniversary being about spending time with one another is something he's more than capable of, something all too easy honestly. Spending time with Kazuha has become a habit, it was why he always returned to his home, that quiet comfort of having someone he trusted enough to relax around. He still enjoys his space, but the samurai fit so neatly into his life that he doesn't wish to be rid of him - that pain many months ago when he'd tried to cut him out a constant reminder of this.

Not once does the idea cross his mind as disappointing.]

Terribly sentimental. It suits you.

[Finishing up with the powder he runs his hands against the samurai's shoulders, arms soon draping themselves over them as the immortal shifts closer, a small smile finding its way to his face. For all he wants to know about why Kazuha had chosen to leave, to not inform him earlier of their anniversary, he does want to celebrate the event correctly. Not mess things up when it was clear that the bad dreams weren't resolved.]

Spending time together in the garden may be for the best, you're a mess.

[There are times that Kazuha isn't certain if Kunikuzushi means to insult him by pointing out his sentimentality or to praise him, but he thinks in this case he knows what he means. He lets out a small chuckle, his heart beating a little faster in his chest as the slightly smaller man leans closer. His hand returns to his hip, though his grip is light.]

When on a journey, isn't it better to sleep under the stars?

[Kazuha gazes into Kunikuzushi's eyes, but he finds himself lost in thought for a moment, debating a question he hasn't had an answer to again. How much of it that the immortal feels towards him is just possessiveness, like having a favorite toy? The samurai vaguely remembers joking about the other man following him months ago, but now he also doesn't know how much of a joke that was.

He leans his head in, pressing a kiss to the bridge of the doll's nose, lingering there for a moment. These are questions he isn't sure he'd get answers to.]

You don't seem to mind. Perhaps you want me to make a mess of you?

Perhaps.

[In this case he does mean to praise Kazuha's sentimentality. An aspect of the mortal he's come to appreciate in its own way, though he doesn't fully understand or agree with it at all times, it's something integral to who Kazuha is. He wouldn't want him any other way.

Kunikuzushi shifts his arms to better wrap around the samurai's shoulders, scrunching up his nose as the other man kisses it. There's been plenty of moments where he could claim he'd been made a mess of, moments that seem to be conveniently forgotten or filed away as not counting for one reason or another. Had he wished to stop any of them previously he would have, just as he would for the foreseeable future.

Kazuha gets away with whatever he feels like allowing in the moment, no more, no less.]

You say that as though you haven't done so already. I simply have no interest in stopping you.

[He might spend time to look his best every morning, but he's more than familiar with not having such luxuries.]

Do you have an idea in mind for this bonzai garden of yours?

Is that so? So you're asking for more then.

[The samurai curls his other arm around the doll, pulling him close into a tigher embrace as he leans his head in and tucks his head against his neck. He smells like storms and plum blossoms and familiarity. Like home, as much as he has one.

This is a very strange situation for Kazuha. Trust isn't something that he ever fully extended, though even with the knowledge of that the former Harbinger had done, at least some things haven't been shaken. Kunikuzushi has no desire to harm him— though, he can't help but wonder what will change once he explains his intentions for the future.]

A tree, to start and then from there... whatever inspiration the wind whispers to me.

[Kazuha draws back again, looking at Kunikuzushi's face again briefly. He smiles, soft, a flicker of sadness behind his eyes, and then drops his hands to sweep the other Inazuma off his feet into his arms. Compared to much of the Crux's cargo, the doll might as well be as light as a feather.]

I hope you didn't have much plans for the day.

Is that what you think I'm suggesting?

[Kunikuzushi makes no effort to clarify whether he agrees or not, instead letting out a small chuckle, leaving the samurai to figure things out on his own. The man could either try something and be shot down or perhaps he'll continue to get away with what others couldn't even dare to dream of.

A soft sigh passes his lips as Kazuha tucks his head against him, glad he thinks, that the mortal has finally returned. That despite not wanting to speak with him about whatever had led him to leaving in the first place, it hadn't been something he'd done wrong - be it lack of heart or doing or not doing something he should have in a relationship.]

Do you have a tree hidden somewhere? As powerful as I am, creating trees out of nothing is not something I can do.

[He teases as the samurai lifts him, legs wrapping around his waist to ensure he doesn't end up on the floor accidentally, though he doesn't believe that Kazuha would ever let him fall. Carefully fingers comb through the Inazuman's wild hair in an attempt to tame it, there's little he had planned for the day. Take care of the batmoth, perhaps get some housework done as he was alone in the house, leave if he was needed for his job. With Kazuha back and claiming it's their anniversary he has little reason to go elsewhere, little desire to want to be anywhere else.

A kiss is placed against the shell of the samurai's ear.]

I wouldn't be here if I had plans, Moron.

[For a moment, the samurai just looks warmly up at at his boyfriend, letting him comb his hands through the wild long locks of hair that have grown somewhat curly without a few days of straignthening brushing. He could support Kunikuzushi easier on his forarms— resting his hands on the immortal's butt is an active choice.]

Humble of you to admit. Though no, like all life even a tree must start small. I happen to have some seeds.

[Hair stands up on the back of his neck as lips brush the sensitive shell of his ear, a shiver running down his spine. Kazuha attempts to appear not overly affected by this, turning his head and closing his eyes slowly, though the heat of his blushing ears give it away some.]

Good, I'll need your full attention today.

[He begins to step, carrying Kunikuzushi out of the kitchen towards the exit to their home. It's already starting to get quite hot and humid; Kazuha is certain he'll likely sweat off the bug protection soon.]

[The immortal scoffs at the mention of him being even remotely humble, a word he's certain no one would ever use when describing him. He had meant it more as a reason for the samurai to not expect more from him regardless of how much magic he's grown capable of over the months. Creating a tree certainly wouldn't be impossible in the right situations, but nothing from thin air, he needs a bit more to work with for something so large and likely specific.]

Humble. I'm simply not foolish enough to claim I can create whatever you want from nothing.

[Fingers continue to comb through snowy white locks, a small grin spreading over his features as Kazuha turns away from the kiss. The next kiss he places on the samurai's cheek, before resting his head against his arm wrapped tightly around the man's shoulders. There's something comforting in being held, in being close to someone that cares, but perhaps that's simply a result of not seeing Kazuha for days and for once not knowing where he'd gone off to.

A concerning thought, that he could be so attached to a human of all things in such a short amount of time. Reminiscent of a past he's still trying to forget.

It brings out a small wistful huff from him as the mortal starts carrying him through the house, feeling no desire to complain to be put down and can walk on his own.]

You always have my full attention.

[Of course, Kazuha was only teasing the immortal, since Kunikuzushi was anything but humble generally, but it seems the tease went a little his head. It's fine— typical of him, and the samurai only lets out a fond but tired sigh. At least a kiss on the cheek is not quite as stimulating and distracting, and with the other man's head resting it was much easier to see over his shoulder.

He steps with ease through the house anyway, knowing his way around by the sound of his feet on the floor. Even over the loud chirping of cicada he can still hear the subtle creak of wood under their combined weight, and as they approach the entrance he pauses just briefly to grab his hat.

Not an easy shift really, but he makes it work, resting the doll on a forearm while he takes it off the hook.]

I suppose I do... I consider myself lucky then.

[Though every so often to his dismay too. Privacy sort of lacked if Kunikuzushi was home, and it has lead to a little bit of (mostly sexual) frustration. However, it's not like Kazuha isn't forgiving.]

[There's no attempts made to assist as Kazuha shuffles to grab a hat, Kunikuzushi content with simply watching the slight struggle from in his arms. The other man doesn't need help, and he's far too comfortable to give up his current position when he'll have to soon enough to begin working in the garden.

He considers the garden again, about making bonzai and the work he's going to be required to do as he indulges Kazuha in his anniversary desires. The immortal is no stranger to work, though gardening isn't exactly his strong suit, but the thought gives him pause before they step outside of the house.]

Grab me a tasuki, you can help me tie my sleeves.

[Does he make any effort to help or make it easier for Kazuha to do so? No.]

[At times, Kazuha does wish that Kunikuzushi would extend a little bit of charity and make things easier for him. This is one of those times— him standing near the entrance, balancing his boyfriend in one arm and holding the edge of his hat with the other. He tries not to look like he's suffering too much.

He can already tell his arms might be a bit sore later, spending his time carrying around Kunikuzushi's weight as he sets the hat back down and trudges back into the house, towards the kitchen again. Luckily they keep the tasuki on the bottom floor, lest the immortal require him to also work on his leg muscles carrying him up the stairs.

Maybe it was a mistake to pick him up.

Regardless, what's done is done, and he's without complaint as he grabs the tasuki and makes his way back to the entrance. There might already be a little bit of sweat beading on how brow. From the heat of course.]

Anything else?

[If Kunikuzushi notices any bit of discomfort on the samurai's features he doesn't give an indication of it, comfortably relaxed as his boyfriend is forced back into the house to retrieve an item they could have grabbed earlier. Admittedly his intention wasn't to cause more work for the mortal, simply not thinking about what would be required of him and how, without changing, his outfit might hinder that work.

While he could have simply teleported the sash to him, having Kazuha fetch it leaned a far better idea in his mind. Minimal effort on his part, and perhaps for extending his contact with the other Inazuman. He doesn't expect complaints, Kazuha almost never does, and that seems to be the case this time once more, so no harm done.

His fingers keep themselves occupied with idly combing through the ends of the samurai's hair as the round trip is made, tilting his head to place a kiss against Kazuha's neck once they've stopped by the door once more. A small thank you for fulfilling the first part of his request.]

That's all. We can make your bonzai now.

[It's not exactly still easy for Kazuha to juggle his boyfriend, the tasuki, and picking his hat back up. He manages, but he has to put the strips of cloth in his mouth and lightly hold him with his lips as he scoops the hat back up into his hands, slips his feet into his shoes, and steps outside. He blinks, his eyes adjusting to the change of light, and finally he starts to set the immortal down.

He moves pretty quick after that, setting his hat on his head and tying the laces to keep it on in just a moment. When he finishes, he finally takes the tasuki out of his mouth and sets his hands on Kunikuzushi's arms, moving them to give him more ease to gather the fabric and set to tying them back.]

This kimono isn't the best for yard work... Please try to not get it too dirty.

[It's just a small nag, Kazuha thinking ahead at trying to prevent himself from having too much more work to do. Still, the immortal looks rather lovely in it, even if it's something every day and plain compared to some of his fashion choices.]

[The small pout can't be helped as Kazuha finally sets him down outside, and the immortal quietly watches as the samurai sets to securing his hat. A fleeting moment of being held, one he managed to extend further than was likely intended, but if this was to be their anniversary then he imagines there will be more moments later. To relax against Kazuha's hold, be close to his heartbeat.

For now the garden needed his attention.

Kunikuzushi is without shoes - not his fault - as the mortal moves to tie his sleeves back as asked. He has to tilt his head up a little higher to look Kazuha in the eye as he speaks, the lack of footwear only adding to their slight height difference.]

When have you known me to purposefully dirty myself?

[He brushes a thumb lightly against the samurai's cheek, amused grin pulling at his lips. Even with garden work he doesn't seem himself falling down into the dirt to make a mess of himself. Knocking them both onto the ground once in the past is hardly an indication that he'll make a habit of it. Tempting as Kazuha sometimes makes it.]

You just tell me what you need me to do.

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