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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.

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[ but he likes it here ): ]

...I guess I have no choice but to accept the fact that you and Kusanagi-san will always be bigger than I am.

. . . hah. Doesn't mean you're gonna fit.

Don't worry, don't worry! I'll fit right in. It's not that bad right now, right?

[ irritably, he levers himself up onto one elbow to actually look at totsuka in a stretch of resounding silence. ]

You're that cold?

[ there's a pause, almost a falter, surprise visible in widened eyes.

but in the next moment it vanishes, replaced by a smile. ]

Yep! But, I have this blanket now! [ hands under it, raising it ever so slightly. ]

[ with a ssssigh.

he holds out a hand -- the left, as always. ]

[ without thinking, instinctively, reaching for a hand he will never refuse ]

[ abrupt, soundless, red sinks through the tent. too dim to be light, but surging warm as his fingers tighten on totsuka's. he waits, not counting, only looking at totsuka with the blank silence of -- what? nothing really kind. nothing that remembers in its bones how to be human.

and then he lets go.

the light dies, but the rest of it lasts. ]

[ he fights to keep a smile, to hide the guilt that eats him up inside. his other hand, hidden, curls light.

thank you -- he doesn't say that.

hands still in contact, Totsuka smiles, brighter than the warmth he feels now. laughs, teasing in his voice: ]

Guess I don't have an excuse to sleep next to you now, King.

[ no, he's letting go, you can't make him do this sappy handholding thing. he rolls back over. ]

Like excuses were gonna work.

[ he watches this, smiling. gathers the blanket in his arms, stops for a moment, then drapes it over Suoh. ]

...King. [ a quiet half-beat. ] Good night... Sweet dreams.

[ another breath. ]

...Don't let the bedbugs bite!

Sleep, idiot.

[ chuckling, he lies down at last; basked in warmth, Totsuka closes his eyes to sleep. ]

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