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Luke's, Tuesday

Mitsutada had recovered from his bought of festive transformation and had spent the weekend moving out of his school office and otheriwse formalizing that paperwork.

Which meant he was now just sitting at Luke's, feeling ho-hum about no longer being a teacher. He was normally not one to brood, but it did feel a little like a failure.

Today's Specials
North Polish Sausage
Venison
Spicy Santa Sushi

Look, Mitsutada wasn't even paying attention to what they did on the specials board, today.

Luke's was open!

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Yesterday had been terrible, for obvious reasons. Seivarden had gone a whole day without tea.

She compensated today, and as she anyway needed to get out of the apartment and get something to eat, she went to the place that had both decent food and decent tea. She entered Luke's and was met by a group of singing gremlins.

"Fuck off! Go sing somewhere else you... you... fucking gremlins!"

"I have a sword and I'm not afraid to use it," Mitsutada called at the carolers.

He wouldn't, actually. But he'd definitely pretend like he would. They were an annoyance but they still were living creatures after all.

"Leave my customers alone!"

Seivarden took a step to the side and got past the gremlins. She looked at Mitsutada.

"You do have a sword, don't you? Or, I mean...? Can you use...?"

She wasn't sure how to best ask if a sword in human form could actually use himself as a sword.

"It's the sword that carried my soul until it was placed into this," Mitsutada said, pressing a gloved hand across his chest. "I tend to keep it nearby, even if I'm not actually tethered to it in any way."

"Oh. That's good, then."

Seivarden wasn't really sure what to say to that.

"So... how long have you been... human?"

"About two years, now," Mitsutada said, picking up a mug of coffee and taking a little sip. "A fraction compared to my time as the soul of a weapon, but it seems that time goes... slower, when you are in control of yourself."

"I can imagine," Seivarden said, not sure that she could. "Well, anyway. I came here for something to eat and a cup of tea."

She made a face.

"That was the worst thing about that chocolate yesterday. No tea."

"Tea is easy," Mitsutada said. "Or, rather, simple enough. Do you have a preferred kind? Black, green, floral, fruity?"

Look at him, actually being a restaurant employee.

"Black or green, no flavours, loose leaf. Definitely loose leaf, that's important."

Seivarden found a seat.

"What's Spicy Santa Sushi? Sushi is usually good."

Mitsutada went about preparing Seivarden's tea. It would be green, since she'd basically asked for 'dealer's choice' on that front.

"Shrimp tempura and cucumber inside, topped with crunchy crab meat, scallions, masago, and a special sauce," Mitsutada explained. "Though the special sauce is just eel sauce and spice mayo."

"Oh, that sounds good," Seivarden said rather cheerfully. "So, how have you been?"

"Oh, fine," Mitsutada said, ignoring his gloominess and putting on a happy face. "I did spend most of Friday as a tree, which was... unpleasant and unsettling, even if I have experience being mostly inanimate."

"Oh, I read that on radio. I'm guessing it wasn't the way you wanted the final class to go."

She leaned back in her chair.

"You've been inviting your friends, right?"

"My fellow Danshi, yes," Mitsutada said, putting in Seivarden's order. He placed the finished tea in front of her with a gloved hand. "Many had come to visit, though none were supposed to take part in the exam-that-wasn't. It was nice to have some regular contact with them, though that has drawn to a close."

Seivarden looked at the cup in front of her, smiling a little as she drew in the scent.

"The gloves," she asked. "Is wearing them customary where you're from too?"

Mitsutada shook his head. "That is for everyone else's benefit," Mitsutada said. "And, to a certain extent, my own comfort. I wear them much more often than is normal for most."

For... reasons.

"I noticed," Seivarden said. Even Radchaai didn't wear gloves in the bath.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is the benefit?"

She was genuinely curious.

"They don't have to see my hands," Mitsutada said, with a little bit of a pained expression. "They are not as pretty as my face, after all." He smiled with that, hopefully to distract from the fact that the state of his hands wasn't an entirely pleasant conversation.

"Well, you do have a pretty face," Seivarden said, teasing him a little. "Obviously I'm not asking you to take your gloves off, but what happened to your hands?"

"Strange effects of being made in the image of my blade," Mitsutada said. "I was badly burned in the after effects of the Great Kanto earthquake. So while this body has never experienced such a thing, when made I have the scars as if I had. The same with this eye, in fact."

He tapped a finger against his eyepatch.

"I never lost it. This body simply never had it."

"Oh," Seivarden said. "So your hands are scarred?"

"Ah," Mitsutada said with a little pause. "Yes. That is what I'm alluding to, yes."

"I can't see why that would make anyone uncomfortable," Seivarden said. "I mean, it's not like it's... a contagious disease."

"No, but it is a lot of scarring," Mitsutada said with a sad smile. "I wear my gloves and I look the best I can."

"You do look good," Seivarden said, again a little teasingly, the sipped her tea.

"This is good."

"Oh, and here is your food," Mitsutada said, bringing over her plate and setting it down. Was he avoiding responding to the compliment? A little. "I am pleased you like it. Should I leave you to your meal?"

"I don't mind company, unless you're busy," Seivarden said. "I've just been talking to a grumpy cat all day."

"...has the cat been talking back?" Mitsutada asked, because that was an honest question in this place.

...actually, it was an honest question at the Citadel, too.

Seivarden paused, taking a sip of tea.

"She's a cat," she said. "I mean, not a talking cat. A normal cat. Although she's special of course. To me."

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