I appreciate your kindness, as always. ...Though I'm surprised that I beat you to anything, especially without meaning to. It was a simple matter of buying cherries, and selecting the seeds of the best-tasting ones to germinate.
[He snorts softly, taps Shiokaze against his temple; as much as he's thought and thought about (and regretted prematurely leaving) the Valley, there has been no worry. Sasuke's more than capable, and proven himself time and time over of being worthy to take care of any Masamune, as Kojuro would hope that he could care for Yukimura in turn, should it ever come to it. And this is as things are meant to be, right now...
Though getting to see a good chunk of people he knew also helps assuage any lingering fears, definitely. Hopefully, before the night ends and they all get sucked back to where they truly belong, he can give Sasuke one last jar of pickled daikon. End of the day, he owes him the most.]
...You pick the song, Sarutobi. Something that will let your talents shine. I can pick up as needed. [And he finally puts Shiokaze back to his lips, eyebrows raising expectantly. (He's definitely not picking the song, since all of his knowledge rails back to solos meant for Masamune to dance to, or to soothe his fraying nerves. That's not what one should play at a party like this.)]
well ofc we have to go with the classic harukanaru kawa. there was no question.
[He snorts softly, taps Shiokaze against his temple; as much as he's thought and thought about (and regretted prematurely leaving) the Valley, there has been no worry. Sasuke's more than capable, and proven himself time and time over of being worthy to take care of any Masamune, as Kojuro would hope that he could care for Yukimura in turn, should it ever come to it. And this is as things are meant to be, right now...
Though getting to see a good chunk of people he knew also helps assuage any lingering fears, definitely. Hopefully, before the night ends and they all get sucked back to where they truly belong, he can give Sasuke one last jar of pickled daikon. End of the day, he owes him the most.]
...You pick the song, Sarutobi. Something that will let your talents shine. I can pick up as needed. [And he finally puts Shiokaze back to his lips, eyebrows raising expectantly. (He's definitely not picking the song, since all of his knowledge rails back to solos meant for Masamune to dance to, or to soothe his fraying nerves. That's not what one should play at a party like this.)]