thread dump, basara edition

[connike]

what year is this even

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[solaring]

[Whether he'd truly want to or not, Mouri had gotten by on his own. And in doing that, he'd forced the same fate upon Motonari.

Is there a problem with living life like that? He'd gotten used to it.]

Why wouldn't I?

[anchorspear]

[ It might've been Mouri's way of doing things, but it didn't have to be Motonari's. ]

It's lonely, isn't it? You've got nobody to depend on. [ His posture relaxes, as he looks... almost sympathetic. ] Call me a fool, but I can't leave you alone like this.

[solaring]

[Motonari understands how Chosokabe got under Mouri's skin and managed to draw such raw emotion out of him in his final moments. It's a trait that has apparently been passed down to Motochika.

It's lonely isn't it?

How dare he. How dare he decide that for him. Why were the two of them always so damn focused on that.]

... do whatever you want. I'm leaving now.

[He's leaving now.]

[anchorspear]

Oi, wait- [ Before Motochika can properly react, Motonari slips from his (metaphorical) grasp and passes right by him. Silence settles on the rooftop as the door before him swings shut, muffling the sound of descending footsteps.

If he tried, he could still catch up to him. He's got height and athleticism on his side. But Motochika's feet remain firmly planted on the ground. ] ... Dammit. [ At least he got to say his peace... but what a stubborn bastard.

For the rest of the day, Motochika doesn't make any effort to reach out to Motonari. He looks in his direction whenever he speaks up in class (what a smart-ass) and watches his back as he leaves for his club activities (... he's in a club?) but otherwise gives him some space. Motonari may have relented for now, but that doesn't mean he's in the clear - he could still very easily piss him off, and then any chance at friendship would be shot.

(That thought keeps him up late into the night. Sure, he'd said he didn't want to leave Motonari alone in this life, and he meant it... but friends? He's been spending too much time with Ieyasu lately, hasn't he.)

Much to the dismay of his crew, Motochika doesn't meet up with them for lunch the next day. Unfortunately for them (and probably for Motonari) he has a different destination in mind. ]

Yo. [ The music room isn't a place Motochika sets foot in often. It's too orderly, too stuffy for his tastes. But he supposes that suits Motonari to a T.

Large bento box in hand, he pulls up a chair and sits in it backwards. Elbow propped up on the back, he regards Motonari with an even expression. ] So this is where you go, huh, Mouri.

[solaring]

[Well, Motonari enjoyed the peace and quiet while it lasted. Not that he's had any true peace and quiet in the day since Motochika confronted him. He hasn't been able to get the blasted pirate off his mind and it infuriates him. What he said is still just eating away at him and he can't fathom why. He's been fine on his own up until now! Fine!

Damn him -- he'll prove it all over again if he has to!

Motochika takes his seat while Mototnari is selecting a CD to put into the player. Maybe if he picks something slow enough he'll leave. He'll ignore him too. See how that works.

Motonari sits down with his own bento and eats.]

[anchorspear]

[ Motonari should know better than to think something as little as silence and slow music would make Motochika leave. Not shoving him out the door is as much of an invitation to stay as actual words.

But still... ] You can't ignore me forever, y'know. [ His chair skids sharply against the floor, further ruining the peace Motonari's trying to create for himself, as he moves right next to him.

... Huh. ] Here. [ Unceremoniously (and honestly without any thought behind it), Motochika plops a sizable piece of fish from his bento on top of Motonari's orderly mound of rice. ] You gotta have more than rice and sweets.

[ motochika why do you care ]

[solaring]

[WHY DOES HE CARE.

Motonari sputters.] I have more than rice and sweets. There may be a higher volume of the two [don't call him out for his sweet tooth don't you dare] but it is otherwise a perfectly portioned lunch.

[And he drops that fish right back. Fuck you.]