𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 — 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊.

[sacral]

EVEN WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

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AHEM-hem | knock-knock, who is it

[hallowedly]

( To be, or not to be, a Murmur's sweeted bluffer:
Determined for your twin star's raccoon mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of fortune that him skewer
As he rears fluff head and whiskers from the sewer
Thus facing Sumeragi woes: to smoke, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say pretend
There is ever bitter end to consternation
That Subaru is heir to? 'Tis a summation
Of twink wants, twink needs: to die, to smoke, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, Seishirou's the hurt — )

Angry?

a blind minstrel...

[sacral]

Over?

[hallowedly]

Death and dreams, as it were. The usual fare.

[sacral]

No. I wouldn't call it anger.

[hallowedly]

( A beat. ) How are you?

[sacral]

[ Bluntly: ] Too awake.

[hallowedly]

Ah, I'm inconvenient.

[sacral]

Not what I said.

[hallowedly]

You've hardly been saying anything, for some time. ( Steel edge, serrated. Snagging. ) Let's try again. Subaru-kun, how are you today?

[sacral]

[ Its cutting hits nothing but give. ]

I'm alright. Awake, because I slept too long and spilt too much into the sea.

And yourself?

[hallowedly]

...unrelatedly impatient and seemingly ill mannered. I apologise.

I expect you've seen him. I also expect you'd have been... vocal if you had seen the other. It didn't occur to me that he would allow them to be apart.

[sacral]

It may be that the will of our host is at least equal to his, when it comes to this. [ In power and petulance both... ] But you're talking about Shirou Kamui.

I met him, yes. Not for very long.

[hallowedly]

You enjoy this part, don't you? Where I tease and taunt every word out of your mouth.

Truly, Lady Sumeragi's grandson.

[sacral]

So I've been told.

If you also met him, I imagine he had even less to say.

[hallowedly]

What business is he of mine, anymore?

I expect Subaru-kun's corporate loyalties are more complicated.