[Oh Takatora... it's amazing how such a serious and dedicated warrior can be as dense and amusing as this. Yoshitsugu can't help but laugh before letting go, resisting one urge to give into another.]
How cute.
[He shifts away a little so he can lay on his back, staring up at the tree branches above.]
Step three requires a companion, so it's not always an option.
[And thus part of the reason he drew down his facecloth becomes clear: Yoshitsugu begins to sing. It's an old children's song that hasn't passed his lips since he was a child, and one of only a few without some darker meaning. This one speaks only of falling snow, flowers blooming in trees and a contented cat in its warm place. Perhaps Takatora will remember?]
[Clearly, step three is 'a song to make you sleepy.']
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How cute.
[He shifts away a little so he can lay on his back, staring up at the tree branches above.]
Step three requires a companion, so it's not always an option.
[And thus part of the reason he drew down his facecloth becomes clear: Yoshitsugu begins to sing. It's an old children's song that hasn't passed his lips since he was a child, and one of only a few without some darker meaning. This one speaks only of falling snow, flowers blooming in trees and a contented cat in its warm place. Perhaps Takatora will remember?]
[Clearly, step three is 'a song to make you sleepy.']