Fuda #39 [video]

[idealism]

Just how long can someone stay dead here? Draco has been gone for over a week and he still hasn't come home.

[He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. It's worrying. Hisoka won't take it well if Draco doesn't return soon, and he doesn't know how much his sensitive partner can take.]

[Already regretting he put his thoughts in the journal, he changes the subject.]


Anyway. Welcome to town, new people. I'm Tsuzuki. If you need any help finding a place to stay, or just want to find a temple, I'm always around.

[In fact, if anyone is out to find him, they will be able to find him just where he'd sending the video from, the Tsukino Shrine. Later in the day he will take a walk in the woods to clear his head.]

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[idealism]

[There's only so quiet you can be when you've not been trained to be. Tsuzuki wouldn't say no to some helpful pointers, if Zevran had any.]

[Tsuzuki turns to the elf, eyes shining with contentment since he got to share the secret with someone. Someone that could appreciate how rare and precious it would be to be able to gain a wild animal's trust, nonetheless.]

Yes, now and again. It would help if they could come closer to my house, though.

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[antivanleather]

It may be too noisy for them- or perhaps you've a cat in residence that would make them uncomfortable....besides.

[His eyes flick back to the birds, a soft, somewhat fond smile curling over his lips.]

There is something to be said for the beauty of a free bird.

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[idealism]

[There's something about what Zevran says that hits home. Tsuzuki hadn't realized how much of his freedom he willingly gave up, and how much he secretly still hunger for it. Perhaps that's why he likes the birds so much. They can appreciate the freedom in ways he cannot.]

You're right. But I don't think you can really appreciate the beauty of freedom until you know what the alternative is.

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[antivanleather]

So you would cage them to bring them further joy upon their release?

[He quirks a brow at the taller man, puzzled.]

Even if they might appreciate their freedom more afterward...something is lost. Something that cannot ever be regained. [His voice dips into something soft, distantly pained.] Bars linger even after one has been set free.