love-reprogramming sent: ...I see. Perhaps I was too swift in my judgement. Do take care to examine your words before speaking. Perhaps it would be best for me to educate you fully myself in my office...No, the fault is mine! I should have spoken my mind more clearly…
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…Yes! Please, give me instruction! Right my wrongs, Miss Gozen… Mend all that I have broken.
love-reprogramming sent: Your only love is... Your career? I see. I seem to have misjudged you, Kanetsugu Naoe. I was certain your love was for all things, with a heart of justice and honor. Not... Ambition and such selfish desires.No! No, please forgive me, Aya!
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It is not for prestige and success, but for love and democracy! For fairness in this world! It is not for my own benefit. Please forgive me! Allow me to correct myself and my ways—I was not clear enough!
Anonymous sent: u no u kinda look like cao rui or mabe cao pi but jappanayz insted of chingchong. how do u feel about dis????????????????????????????????????????????????????Like… Who?
What?
I… I’m afraid I don’t understand your accent.
Anonymous sent: WHO IS DA BUTTERFLY TO YO SAMURAI. Your dominatrix, sadistic butterfly to your derpy, idealistic samurai.Pardon?
I can’t say I know what you mean entirely!
I am no samurai, sir, as those are concepts are quite dated and no longer accepted within modern society!
Though, I have no butterfly. My love is to my political career, and that alone!
I will participate in this as a demonstration to my rights within the democratically-run Koei City!
Surprised at the sudden appearance of Kanetsugu, Keiji did his best to sit up and look alive. “Whoa, whoa!” He smiled though, watching as the other set down the bagged meal and pulled out the contents within it. “I didn’t think you’d rush over so quickly, but ehehe, thanks!” His mind was a bit foggy, as he was getting pain killers pumped into him right now.. But seeing a friend here was really getting his mood up. “It really means a lot that you came, Kanetsugu! Especially since Yukimura had to go back to work..” He sighed, looking down at the fried chicken.
“But ya’ seem a bit winded! How’s about taking a seat next to me so we can chat it up, and stuff? Tell me about your day and all!” He rubbed at the back of his neck, chuckling lightly. The male dancer blinked, feeling a tad groggy now that he thought about it. Oh well. Chicken was here anyway! He reached out, taking a piece of chicken and instantly biting into it. “Didja do anything worth while?” He asked between bites, smiling at him as best as he could.
Did he do anything worth while? Of course he did! Every living and breathing moment Kanetsugu had was spent on fulfilling his own goals as well as furthering the Uesugi political campaign. It was all worthwhile, as it would promote the real meaning of democracy—love and freedom being at the top of his own personal defining list. Needless to say, Kanetsugu did not waste his time.
“Of course I’d come!” He exclaimed immediately, moving to seat himself on the edge of the hospital bed, still organizing the boxed items regardless if Keiji was already sinking his teeth into a drumstick or not. Yukimura was working, after all, which meant he wasn’t capable of doing so—though Kanetsugu was quite certain he’d do it himself if he had the chance! So he did them both a favour and saved him the trouble of doing so. He couldn’t ignore the pleas of the suffering! It was unjust and dishonourable, especially considering that Keiji was a friend of his.
“I’ve been writing Kenshin’s campaign while he’s away,” he responded a little distractedly as his concentration seemed to be solely upon composing a plate of food for who he assumed to be is ill comrade, dismissing the abuse of alcohol entirely—in fact it hadn’t even come to mind. All of his work was beneath Aya’s instruction, of course, and executed as flawlessly as possible. It had to be if he was to impress, let alone satisfy her.
(Source: evilsbane)
Finally navigating his way to the fourth floor, Kanetsugu meandered his way around people and profusely apologized to anyone he might have accidently bumped into during his intense concentration to deliver the Church’s Chicken family meal as quickly as possible. With both arms curled around the bag, he spotted the plate with the number 420 on it at the end of the hall and made a b-line for Keiji Maeda.
“Here! Your chicken!” He exclaimed as he tore through the doorway and found his way to Keiji’s bedside. Reasons aside as to why he was in the hospital in the first place would be bypassed for now. Setting the bag down on table beside the bed, he pulled out the various pieces to the boxed meal and set them neatly on top of the table.
I’M COMING WITH YOUR CHICKEN. WHAT’S YOUR ROOM NUMBER!?
IM IN ROOM 420!!
OKAY I’M JUST DOWN THE HALL. I’LL BE THERE IN LESS THAN A MINUTE.
BRING ME CHICKEN!!! YUKIMURA WONT GIVE ME ANY AND IM STARVING AND IM IN THE HSPITAL!!
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…Why are you at the hospital!? I’m coming!
UHHH WELL UH YOU SEE
SUN CE AND I WERE DRINKING AND GOT SLEDS AND PUT BABY OIL ON ‘EM…
… I HAVE A SPRAINED ANKLE AND BROKEN RIB B)
I’M COMING WITH YOUR CHICKEN. WHAT’S YOUR ROOM NUMBER!?
BRING ME CHICKEN!!! YUKIMURA WONT GIVE ME ANY AND IM STARVING AND IM IN THE HSPITAL!!
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…Why are you at the hospital!? I’m coming!
