[It's just a revival and a rechoreographing of whatever dance they've been doing, to whatever music -- the details are fuzzier now through a haze of sake and years than they've ever been, but Subete has no intention of stepping back or stepping down, and so it goes.
(Their back-and-forth has a melody of its own, notes colored in familiar registers, not quite forest-colored: easy to follow, easy to lose oneself in. All the same it will probably take a little more time and sake to loosen all the way up after what brought them here, even were it not for his habit of dipping all his true colors in gray lately.
Maybe it's not so lately anymore; maybe in some senses it's always been that way. There are a lot of things about his old and new lives that are hard to untangle even side by side.)
Despite all the distractions and dissonances he keeps up fairly well on the chopstick front -- though Subete really has little experience sharing a table in this particular capacity and even fewer reasons to join the food fight, Hikage's sneaky grazing is enough to earn an amused half-smirk. It might be the conversation, too.]
Ha. At this point we might as well get what entertainment we can, now that it's not just playtime for unborn curses.
[Lightly, he snags himself some daikon, combines it with lotus root and unrepentantly continues making little mishmashes of flavor on the fly. There's table manners and then there's taking all the flavors you can, every flavor you can, in as many combinations as possible.
Sake for him, too, then -- dry as the cup he just drained--]
Destiny is a lot thornier than you'd expect. But I suppose that's what makes it worth plucking. [a breath, almost a huff, waiting for Hikage to put down his cup to pour again with his head leaned on a hand, but the smirk has curled a little more] I never did say I was one to keep my hands to myself either, you know. I've only just begun.
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(Their back-and-forth has a melody of its own, notes colored in familiar registers, not quite forest-colored: easy to follow, easy to lose oneself in. All the same it will probably take a little more time and sake to loosen all the way up after what brought them here, even were it not for his habit of dipping all his true colors in gray lately.
Maybe it's not so lately anymore; maybe in some senses it's always been that way. There are a lot of things about his old and new lives that are hard to untangle even side by side.)
Despite all the distractions and dissonances he keeps up fairly well on the chopstick front -- though Subete really has little experience sharing a table in this particular capacity and even fewer reasons to join the food fight, Hikage's sneaky grazing is enough to earn an amused half-smirk. It might be the conversation, too.]
Ha. At this point we might as well get what entertainment we can, now that it's not just playtime for unborn curses.
[Lightly, he snags himself some daikon, combines it with lotus root and unrepentantly continues making little mishmashes of flavor on the fly. There's table manners and then there's taking all the flavors you can, every flavor you can, in as many combinations as possible.
Sake for him, too, then -- dry as the cup he just drained--]
Destiny is a lot thornier than you'd expect. But I suppose that's what makes it worth plucking. [a breath, almost a huff, waiting for Hikage to put down his cup to pour again with his head leaned on a hand, but the smirk has curled a little more] I never did say I was one to keep my hands to myself either, you know. I've only just begun.