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What? What NOW?

His irritation, however, is but a sneeze in the wind in the face of the oracle's gales of laughter on the floor. And his current state, somehow, makes it hard to hang onto annoyance.

....Hitsuga is beginning to notice a trend, he thinks to himself, as he reaches up to wipe at his eyes, noting the black residue on his fingers with distaste. It seems every time he and Master Boyan meet, there is SOME sort of emotional outpour prodded out of him.

Hitsuga arches a brow, watching Boyan collect himself as he moves back to the counter to take up the pot and put it in the sink, rinsing away the pink soapy residue from its inside.

Do what, exactly?

Hitsuga looks, just for a moment, like he is trying to formulate a good counterpoint to this.

....and at length relents instead.

Yes, that's....that's enough for now, he supposes. sweatdrop

He reaches up to smooth his hair back, frowning as his fingers report it is sticking up every which-way and he twists off the faucet, letting the pot soak for a moment as he undoes the ribbon holding back his dark tresses. Self-consciously, deftly, his fingers work to smooth it back into order before he recollects it in its tie, cinching it neatly before letting it fall back over his shoulder.

Aside from still looking like a meerkat with a fever, he is almost re-composed.

Oh gods, is it that bad?? gonk His hands go self-consciously to his eyes again to rub at them.

It....doesn't matter if he's by himself, he explains, grabbing next for a dish towel that's resting over the handle of the oven and wetting it under the sink's tap, using it to dab away the mess around his eyes.

It makes him feel collected to look collected. And....its also a nice feeling to know that if he were to suddenly not be by himself anymore, he would not have to fret about his appearance.

.....for his wife? Hitsuga ventures, looking back to Boyan with the one eye that is not currently being dabbed clean.

He doesn't wear a lot of makeup, really....at least not compared to what some boys did to themselves on a daily basis back home. His mind offers Boyan's a glimpse of a random young male, face painted up extravagantly, and hair carefully collected on top of his head and held in place with a pair of ornamented chopsticks, to illustrate his point.

Hitsuga finds it privately interesting (perhaps a little awkward)....that Boyan exists in a perfect parallel of being both an adult and a child all at once. And that his family has all taken it in equally-perfect stride.

Well... he ventures at last.

Well...Master Boyan was good enough to stay with him when he was at his worst and make sure he was going to be all right. And one good turn does deserve another.

So, perhaps Hitsuga can help him with that a bit?

....

Hitsuga is not sure he wants to know.


.....but, he goes on, switching off that track of thought onto a more favorable one, its not all common sense.

What he means is, HE had to be taught what he was doing in the beginning too.