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

[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.]