JOURNEY OF THE DAY

[thecanopycrew]

The small wagon pulled by the white and brown rat leaves the mist and sets the direction to the east. Moving in a decent pace meant for distance rather than speed, the adventurers' transport turns in towards a small path that will take them far through the undergrowth.

The adventure begins!

Comments

DAY TWO

[thecanopycrew]

Keep threads under this top comment!

[handtowels]

[Being the wagon's driver, Takatora wakes with the dawn, in order to make the most of the day ahead. He yawns as he staggers up onto his feet, and takes the time to stretch out his muscles. After, he gears up and packs away his portion of camp, before he begins the rounds.]

Hey. It's time to wake up!

[He doesn't care if the group sleeps in the wagon when they're on the move again, but right now no one is allowed to lie in, even if he needs to resort to herding.]

[hakanai]

[Takatora should probably expect that one particular member of their little caravan might be a little troublesome when it comes to the 'waking up' part. Yoshitsugu, by nature, is designed to be the kind of person who wakes up late and spends, as a whole, a lot of time sleeping.]

[Back home duty had of course regulated this some, but since arriving in this world he's really slipped into his natural state. Which is why his reaction is... pretty much non-existant. One might notice the slightest shift in movement, but otherwise Yoshitsugu remains as he was beforehand, forehead poking above the sheets and black hair spilling out.]

[Almost certainly he's woken up a little, but right now it isn't showing. Anyone who knows him like Takatora does can probably guess at his state, however.]

[handtowels]

[No matter how much he cares for Yoshitsugu, Takatora won't deny that the man can be frustrating. Kneeling down, he grasps the blanket covering Yoshitsugu and attempts to strip it away with one pull.]

That includes you, Yoshitsugu.

[hakanai]

[Yoshitsugu doesn't do anything to stop Takatora from stealing the precious blanket away; beneath he can be found curled up in an almost cat-like manner, the handtowel-facecloth he chose for this journey somehow still fully in place. All one can see of his face is his eyes, which are... yes, closed.]

Mmm.

[The tendancy to be rather frustrating is certainly one of Yoshitsugu's more negative qualities, to be sure.]

[handtowels]

[After a moment of watching Yoshitsugu, Takatora places a hand on Yoshitsugu's shoulder and gives him a shake.]

Up!

[He insists, as he does so.]

[hakanai]

[Yoshitsugu's reaction is a bit more obvious this time; his eyelashes flutter and he moves beneath that hand, but not by much. What he says?]

Go to sleep, Takatora.

[It's murmured in an incredibly sleep voice. Okay, so he's kind of awake, but quite far from 'fully' judging by that apparent ignorance of the situation.]

[handtowels]

[Takatora sighs as he stops shaking Yoshitsugu. He spares a glance around to check that they have some kind of privacy before he brushes Yoshitsugu's hair from his face.]

Idiot... We have a quest to fulfil.

[hakanai]

[This time Yoshitsugu's eyes actually open; he blinks slowly up at Takatora before saying quietly:]

Can't move yet.

[It's hard to tell how much of that is really 'can't' and how much is 'won't.' Obviously Yoshitsugu would like to sleep more, but he also lacks stamina compared to most (which is at least partially responsible for those sleep habits of his).]

[Working out the truth is probably impossible.]

[handtowels]

[Takatora rolls his eyes, but then dips to brush his lips against Yoshitsugu's forehead.]

You're responsible for carrying your pillow.

[He says, before he tucks the blanket around Yoshitsugu once again, this time tightly. These reason why soon becomes apparent, as he pushes his arms under Yoshitsugu's body. When he straightens up, he carries Yoshitsugu with him.]

[hakanai]

[A successful ploy or a complete necessity? Probably a bit of both. Yoshitsugu is certainly content to be carried in this way, closing his eyes after lazily grabbing his pillow as requested.]

Such strong arms...

[There is definitely a hint of teasing in that sleepy voice, proving for sure that no matter the truth of this situation, there is no physical complaint that can stop Yoshitsugu from opening his mouth.]

[handtowels]

[After a lifetime of Yoshitsugu's teasing Takatora has gained only minimal immunity to it. His cheeks lightly flush as he heads for the wagon with his precious cargo.]

You won't be saying that after I drop you.

[Which, of course, he won't.]

[hakanai]

[It's with the most over-the-top, put-on 'innocent' tone of voice that he can manage in his sleepy state that Yoshitsugu says:]

You won't drop me. You love me too much.

[It's probably good that he's on the verge of falling back to sleep, really. That way he might sleep through the rest of his apparent overly playful mood.]

[handtowels]

[It's only the truth, yet Takatora's whole face feels hot with embarrassment and he splutters wordlessly. It takes a moment for him to recover.]

D-don't underestimate me. I'm severely tempted.

[Why should it even embarrass him in the first place?]

[hakanai]

[A comment like that deserves... something. Yoshitsugu is so close to sleep again that he can't manage much, but he squeezes out a dry tone so he can say:]

Of course you are, Takatora.

[That's it from him for at least an hour; the pace of his breathing makes it clear he's back to dreaming.]