ahappylie | o26 [voice]

I vould not be surprised if zhat vas zhe case.

[He laughs a bit and hugs his pillow.] I know some stories like that - ones my friends tell me.

Oh ja? Like vhat?

Like the story of the rabbits on the moon. Would you like to hear it?

Since I am in a rahzer good mood, vhy not?

[Okita clears his throat and starts speaking slowly as he tries to recall the story.]

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, there lived rabbits on the moon. One rabbit fell in love with another rabbit and they played and spent time together in happiness. But the other rabbit soon became popular with the others on the moon and, seeing the first as only a friend, began to play and spend time with the other rabbits, too.

"Why?" thought the first rabbit. "Why play with anyone else when she has me?"

One day, the first rabbit decided to have a party for his beloved. All of the rabbits on the moon gathered and danced and sang and played together. All but the first rabbit who was busy making mochi cakes in a big stone basin. He pounded the white cakes over and over for his beloved, wanting her to see only him.

[Okita pauses and smiles faintly.]

Only there is no rice on the moon, Medic-san, with which to make mochi cakes. Instead, the rabbit used the other rabbits, the ones he was jealous of, to make his cakes.

The rabbits danced and played even as one by one they disappeared into the basin, until all of the rabbits but the first were gone - including his beloved - and his paws were stained red like the moon at night.

*Well, Medic starts to laugh.*

Oh, zhat is horrifying und hilarious!

[Okita smiles and puts his pillow back behind him, coughing slightly.]

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'll have to tell Hajime-san if I ever see him again.

...Are you sure you vill be fine?

Keep worrying so much and you're going to get wrinkles in your forehead, To~bi~as-san~

*It's weird to hear his real name, but he just chuckles.*

I already haff zhem.

[And that is why he used it. Cue the overdramatic "woe is you" movements.]

So you do! It's too late for you!

*Siiiigh.*

You vill get zhem, as vell, vith time.

Oh, I don't know about that. I think I'll stay this way for as long as I live - wrinkle-free.

It is a natural result of aging, you know.

Yes. That is why I will never age.

Unless you die young, zhat von't happen!

Maybe I'll just have to die young then. I am a warrior after all.

Hm...Zhat tends to be zhe fate of most varriors.

But only if they're not so good.

[He flops back into bed and pulls a bag of rice crackers out from under his pillow.]

Want some?

*He'd think it rude to say no, so...*

Ja, vhy not?

[He opens the bag and holds it out to the Medic.]

Arare is good for you!

...Vhat is good for me? *He reaches out and takes a small handful.* Danke.

Arare.

[He pulls the bag back and takes some out himself, setting the bag aside and putting the crackers in his lap on the blanket. He picks up a little orange flower looking one and holds it out for the Medic to see.]

These!

Oh. So zhey are called...arare? *He surprisingly doesn't butcher it too badly.*

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