[ somehow, Tomoe knows that these footsteps aren't the person he's waiting for. if it were Mikage, he would know it down to the depths of his heart, would hear his presence sing through the shrine's very foundations. at the same time, he doesn't feel like he should be reacting to an intruder, although no one else should be here. he doesn't question that feeling. in this moment, it makes perfect sense, that hazy dream logic settling over him without resistance. he simply lies there and waits for the approach. when he hears a voice above him at last, he cracks one eye open, and one of his ears flicks sleepily. ]
You aren't my usual sort of company. [ he doesn't elaborate, waves that statement away with a lazy hand. ] But I don't have any objections. Do as you like.
[ it doesn't matter either way. there's no need for him to say it out loud; it's a feeling that hangs heavy in the air here. whatever is missing from this place, nothing else can mend the hole left behind by its absence. so there's no reason for Tomoe to care about anything else. the only things that matter are the shrine, and the waiting.
Tomoe downs his sake in one swallow, refills the cup, and holds it out. ] Here. Drink.
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You aren't my usual sort of company. [ he doesn't elaborate, waves that statement away with a lazy hand. ] But I don't have any objections. Do as you like.
[ it doesn't matter either way. there's no need for him to say it out loud; it's a feeling that hangs heavy in the air here. whatever is missing from this place, nothing else can mend the hole left behind by its absence. so there's no reason for Tomoe to care about anything else. the only things that matter are the shrine, and the waiting.
Tomoe downs his sake in one swallow, refills the cup, and holds it out. ] Here. Drink.