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Date & Time: 26th-29th December
Location: Japan during the late 16th century!
Characters: A whole bunch of people!
Summary: Saving rice, fighting insects!!
Warnings: None yet!

Summer at its height: a middle-sized village on the outskirts of a province in the midst of a famine with almost wilting half-grown rice crops after their river for some reason ran dry.

With taxes to pay and war nearing or already at their borders, the people of the village though friendly are weary and in despair over their future.

For now.

Comments

[ex_longanimity327]

[ flicks his forehead!! ]

Like I'm always chatty.

[clansman]

[ opening his eyes, all sour, to hold Kusanagi's wrist down and out of range this time. ]

Chatting pretty loud right now, aren't you. . . ?

[ex_longanimity327]

Only because you're here, dear heart.

[ so gay, Mikoto ]

[clansman]

Don't blame me for your mouth.

[ can he go back to sleep like this? shutting his eyes, take two. ]

[ex_longanimity327]

[ he shuts up after that, but there's something that's bothering him... ]

... Mikoto?

[clansman]

. . . Hm?

[ex_longanimity327]

My wrist.

[ you're still holding it? ]

[clansman]

Yours, huh. [ dryly, driest. ] Might not wanna let it wander, then.

[ like, say, near his face. ]

[ex_longanimity327]

And should you fall, my king?

[ he really was aiming for something amusing except it got him thinking... Mikoto's a dead man walking. ]

If you want to sleep, lean on the wall.

[clansman]

Don't worry about it. I'd let go of you before that.

[ because being dragged down in the fall should be kusanagi's main concern, shouldn't it? ]

[ex_longanimity327]

[ he has too many concerns ]

Hm.

[ and he'll eventually shut up and wait around. god where are those idiots, where is totsuka with mikoto's flea collar ]

[clansman]

[ placidly sinking back to sleep with kusanagi locked down, thank god. ♥ ]