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takakurakanba[ ages have gone by since the last time the takakura twins were able to have a night off; or a night out, for that matter. kanba isn't proud of the bowing and scraping he had to do in order to make it happen, and he knows that after this, several more ages will pass before the opportunity rises again. but it's worth the effort, the long weeks he'll be spending alone with a penguin or two in two, if he's lucky. the punishment fits the crime.
he feels uneasy, but that's to be expected when the other, unmentionable side of his family is involved. as the seasons changed and he settled into his usual routine, he'd practically forgotten the dinner plans that hung over their heads, the conditions of letting an old piece of jewelery change hands. one phone call and the voice of his so-called sweet sister (masako...), however, changed all of that. not being one to break his commitments, a date was set. that date was now. ]
Tch... [ it's hard to be satisfied with the way he looks when he has the world to impress tonight. while hitting the town is nothing new, it tends to be done for its own sake, a means to kill time till kanba has to rush off, or his brother shouma is needed elsewhere. going through the motions of meeting important relatives—even just the one—showing shouma off, has him spiraling back into the shoes of the teenage boy he resembles all over again. he can remember getting introduced to plenty of young girls' parents at the tender age of sixteen, though in the majority of those cases it took place against his will.
sighing, he frowns at the mirror in front of him, straightens his tie. are these cufflinks too much? should he bother to wear or keep these accessories? he has yet to have a matching ring, though he guesses it doesn't matter too much to begin with...it wasn't a technical engagement, and he can only consider himself married to shouma in name only, thorny issues issues of being siblings aside. dwelling on that would put a damper on his cautiously positive mood, so he lets it go, ducks out of the room, and hovers near the stairs to take a glance down into the main house below.
a penguin stands in wait for him, rubbing at the bandage on its cheek while it points its flipper with a quiet gyu. kanba hardly questions why its dressed to the nines in a trailing tuxedo, though he has no idea why any of them would want to tag along, either. it isn't as if the oldest surviving member of the natsume family has any recollection of the creature that used to be at her side, anyway... ]
he feels uneasy, but that's to be expected when the other, unmentionable side of his family is involved. as the seasons changed and he settled into his usual routine, he'd practically forgotten the dinner plans that hung over their heads, the conditions of letting an old piece of jewelery change hands. one phone call and the voice of his so-called sweet sister (masako...), however, changed all of that. not being one to break his commitments, a date was set. that date was now. ]
Tch... [ it's hard to be satisfied with the way he looks when he has the world to impress tonight. while hitting the town is nothing new, it tends to be done for its own sake, a means to kill time till kanba has to rush off, or his brother shouma is needed elsewhere. going through the motions of meeting important relatives—even just the one—showing shouma off, has him spiraling back into the shoes of the teenage boy he resembles all over again. he can remember getting introduced to plenty of young girls' parents at the tender age of sixteen, though in the majority of those cases it took place against his will.
sighing, he frowns at the mirror in front of him, straightens his tie. are these cufflinks too much? should he bother to wear or keep these accessories? he has yet to have a matching ring, though he guesses it doesn't matter too much to begin with...it wasn't a technical engagement, and he can only consider himself married to shouma in name only, thorny issues issues of being siblings aside. dwelling on that would put a damper on his cautiously positive mood, so he lets it go, ducks out of the room, and hovers near the stairs to take a glance down into the main house below.
a penguin stands in wait for him, rubbing at the bandage on its cheek while it points its flipper with a quiet gyu. kanba hardly questions why its dressed to the nines in a trailing tuxedo, though he has no idea why any of them would want to tag along, either. it isn't as if the oldest surviving member of the natsume family has any recollection of the creature that used to be at her side, anyway... ]
