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caughtinanetwork2012-07-04 10:57 am
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-07-04 10:57 am
[079] - [Video]
[It is a very groggy samurai that appears in the SFC feed. Over a week of sleeping has left Mitsuhide with many aches and a great hunger; he has not eaten yet, but has obviously washed himself. His hair, loose about his shoulders, has a sheen to it that suggests it is still a little damp. He runs a hand through it as he talks.]
This is perhaps the third time in two years that the cursed sleep has affected me. Odd, how Lord Motochika is often affected at the same time...
[A pause, and then Mitsuhide turns his head away from the feed to yawn quietly before getting to the main point of this post:]
Tama, I wish to talk to you as soon as you are free.
This is perhaps the third time in two years that the cursed sleep has affected me. Odd, how Lord Motochika is often affected at the same time...
[A pause, and then Mitsuhide turns his head away from the feed to yawn quietly before getting to the main point of this post:]
Tama, I wish to talk to you as soon as you are free.
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[Mitsuhide is sat at his desk, plaiting his hair; the work is nearly done. Motochika is still fast asleep in bed. Every now and again one might notice that Mitsuhide's gaze lingers on his lover for a few moments, expectant, like he believes the other man will wake up very soon.]
I am very hungry, Tama. Technically it has been more than a week since I last ate.
[His gaze fell upon her sandwich... and it was almost enough to wipe any trace of hunger away. His eyes widened. What on earth was that? His daughter was a poor cook, but the concept of a sandwich was extraordinarily simple.]
Good heavens, do you truly intend to eat that?
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I'm experimenting! That's what cooking is about, right? [ She smiles reassuringly. ] If it's not delicious, then I know what not to try next time!
[ She hands him his own sandwich and his cup of water as she takes a seat on the closest surface. Before she speaks, she briefly glances at Motochika's sleeping form. ] He'll awaken soon, too, I'm sure! But Father, you needed to talk to me?
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[Mitsuhide sighs, warm and amused. Another good example of how the young woman tends to do things without spending any time pondering on them first.]
Give some thought to flavours, and what might coordinate well, next time.
[With that said, he takes the food and cup from her with a grateful nod.]
I merely wished to know what you have been doing, whilst I and Lord Motochika slept.
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I thought about it a little. [ Gracia raises her pointer finger up, explaining as if it was such sound logic 8'D ] The seaweed and the fish flakes go well together! The peanut butter and ketchup go well with the bread! So I thought if I mixed all these good things together, I'd end up with something even more delicious!
[ Gracia takes a bite of the sandwich afterwards, a crunch coming from the seaweed, and some of the peanut butter spills out of the sides, but otherwise her expression makes no reaction. She might actually like it...? She wipes the corner of her mouth with her finger before replying to his inquiry. ]
What I've been doing...Oh! I read my stories to you and Motochika when you were asleep. Right here, next to you two on the floor! [ The young woman smiles at him and gestures to the empty spot on the floor, directly next to their bed. ]
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For one, Tama, your sandwich is far too soggy. It will likely fall apart, after a few more bites.
[His daughter and cooking simply do not seem to go together at all. Even a simple sandwich has become an offensive foodstuff! Good heavens, merely watching her eat it makes him feel a touch unwell.]
We will talk about that another time. Clearly, my previous lessons on the basics have not worked very well.
[He eats half of his sandwich as she talks, not replying until he has downed much of his water as well. This will tide him over, though not for long.]
[It's a good job he and Motochika were not intimate the night the cursed sleep took hold, considering what Gracia just said. Regardless, it's a sweet gesture. He smiles, expression soft and affectionate, before saying:]
My dear, you could have sat on my chair. I would not have found fault with you for doing so.
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You should try it, Father. It's not as bad as you may think it is! [ She smiles, taking another bite. Almost there! ]
[ Success! She finishes the sandwich without it falling into bits and pieces, though she sort of stuffs it into her mouth a little. But it's alright; she somehow makes it look...a tad bit elegant. Just a tad. ]
That's okay, Father. Futon is soft enough to lay with! He was the perfect pillow.
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[But he is distracted by the comment she made about her dog. Mitsuhide's expression changes instantly, something of a deep frown wiping away his previous smile.]
You brought your dog into my room...
[It's very clear that he is not happy about that. He has explained to her about bringing animals in the house before, and while Futon is allowed in? Only in certain rooms; the living room, the kitchen and Gracia's own room, provided she clears up any kind of mess he makes.]
[Mitsuhide has very clear ideas about cleanliness, and dislikes the idea of most kinds of animals in his own room.]
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Not the best way to welcome Mitsuhide back from sleep. Oops. ]
No, no! Father, Futon was lonely for a few nights so he came looking for me! I..I couldn't say no, and I wanted company myself! And I promise he behaved! He didn't break anything, and no part of the room is dirty! [ ...Were those bits of fur under the bedside table? Gracia prays he doesn't notice. Which he will. So she's still dead. BUT ANYWAY 8D ]
[ She appeals to him with her palms clapped together and her eyes extra wide and extra guilty... ]
Please don't punish Futon! Father, I'm so very sorry! It won't happen again!
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[Sorry, Gracia, but Mitsuhide's frown does not lessen one bit. His tone of voice has gained the quiet edge of steel it always does when he is angry.]
[Her pets frequently cause her to do things she knows she should not.]
If you wished to have your dog for company you should have returned to your own room to sleep. This is disrespectful to both myself and Lord Motochika.
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She never really liked getting him angry, but then she wasn't thinking about this at the time. She merely slipped; telling him about Futon......
but then that was always Mitsuhide's problem with her, right? Not thinking.]...
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[Mitsuhide shakes his head, his own gaze fixed on her. He does not like being angry with her, but it is necessary right now. Actions have consequences.]
That is something a child does, not a grown woman.
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I'm...I'm not a child! I am a grown woman!
[ But they are but words. She sighs and rubs at her arm. She's still extremely apologetic, so obviously there was only one other thing to do. ]
I'll go apologize to Futon too.
[ OBVIOUSLY. ]
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[What he doesn't say is that mentally, she is not. It is likely he does not need to. The comment almost hangs in the air.]
[Mitsuhide sighs deeply. He has just woken up, he aches all over; he is not ready to have the discussion they are currently heading for.]
Thank you for the sandwich, my dear.
[A pause.]
My body aches, and I need to wash now. Go and see to Futon, and perhaps take him for a walk. I am sure he would appreciate it.
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So for now, she nods silently, runs over to him and gives him a hug. Right around the torso, quick and tight. ]
I'm really sorry.
[ She mutters against his clothes, before she steps away and leaves the bedroom. ]