Age Changing Meme!

[good_ideas]

AGE CHANGING MEME

Because the child-unfriendly streets of the colony are clearly the best places for children right

SURPRISE! You are not the age you were before! Are you older? Younger? Do you remember being the way you were before, or has it always been this way? Did CERES mess up the coding again?

Want to play out a game AU of tiny babies running amok on the streets? Old geezers telling everyone to get off their lawn? Anything in-between? Go nuts and have fun!!

Meme taken from here!

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kure haru

[swordsitter]

a. 7/8ish
[ as a child of this age, haru is still as quiet and serious as ever with a healthy dose of fearful wariness of human adults. he looks younger than he actually is, if only because he's quite small and too thin-- he's obviously missed more than a few meals. he also has a bad habit of flinching at any sign of raised voices or rough play, but he doesn't run from it.

despite that, he's a very dutiful little kid, and will occasionally be found clumsily doing chores around the house (cooking, dishes, laundry) with the aid of a taller step-stool. ]


b. 27
[ ten years later, haru's still quite petite, but he's obviously grown into himself. he's a lot more confident than he used to be, and he can even smile a little now and then. his powers have grown a great deal, as well as his mastery over them, and he's become a fairly accomplished swordsman by now.

.. thanks to ten years of his more fashionable swords' assistance, he's finally given up the grandpa cardigans and ancient clothes and dresses more fashionably. he also keeps his hair in a ponytail that reaches roughly his shoulderblades.. and the underside of his hair is still pastel pink. ]

a.

[imano]

Ah, the little master is working very hard~

[ An oodachi spirit is going to kneel down to Haru's level to interrupt from whatever chore he was doing, but a nice pork bun in hand and held out just for him. Haru also gets a little pat on the head for good measure and a gentle smile from the bigger sword. ]

But! He should take breaks too. Otherwise he has no time to eat like a little master should.

[swordsitter]

[ haru is still clearly not quite sure how to deal with or talk to the spirits that claim to be his sword tsukumogami. he's used to spirits in general, of course, because he's seen them his entire short little life, but.. most of the spirits he's familiar with aren't strong. they're bound to his parents' house, or they're tiny tree and plant spirits.. things like that. and while they seem to like haru and talk to him and teach him things, it's not like this.

he pauses in the middle of scrubbing a pot, tiny hands engulfed in giant rubber gloves, pale green eyes wide and solemn and still a little nervous. he clutches the pot as he glances from the oodachi down to the bun, then back up to the oodachi again. .. it's really for him? really?

slowly, hesitantly, he sets the pot back down in the sink, pulling the gloves off and setting them aside. he fidgets nervously atop his step-stool for a moment or two more, then he cautiously reaches for the bun. --when he has it, he then splits it promptly in two, offering the second half out to ima without a word. ]

[imano]

[ They can blame timey-wimey shenanigans for this sort of confusion on poor Haru. Meanwhile Ima gives as many fucks as he would were he a tantou:

That is, absolutely none. ]

For me? Aren't you kind, Haru-sama~ I graciously accept it.

[ He does a bow of his head and takes the half out of Haru's hands. Those thin wrists, even for a small child, make him frown a bit, but he hides it behind taking a good bite into the pork bun. ]

... Does the master often do tasks like this? Usually a parent or an adult should do it.

[swordsitter]

[ the look he gives the oodachi at that comment is a slightly puzzled one. slowly, he eases himself to sit on the top step of his step-stool, practically curling himself around his bun. he's been here a little while now, but food like this--good, fresh, hot--still hasn't lost its novelty for him. he's not used to having more than the bare basics-- and sometimes not even that. everything he can spare, he usually gives to his younger sisters.

he takes a bite of it, eyes closing briefly as he chews silently. when he swallows, he forces himself to pause. he doesn't want it gone too soon, after all.

lifting his eyes again to the oodachi, one skinny shoulder lifts in a tiny shrug. ]

.. I.. [ ah.. it's okay to talk to the spirits here. he shouldn't be nervous. ] I-- I do them at home.

[imano]

That is because no one else will do them if Master does not, I presume.

[ He's steel given life but it's enough life to just feel a pang of hurt for his saniwa. There's that faint memory of how Haru, a bigger Haru, giving him a pile of snacks, combing his hair... Watching this smaller saniwa cherish something small like that, something he picked up on a whim. So, he sets his half of it on the table and gets up, moving over to the sink. ]

Tell you what, I'll finish up cleaning that pot and the dishes. Finish your food and watch over the last bit of my steam bun- You can eat it too if you're still hungry.

[ He's not inclined to do chores, but this time is fine. Scooting the stepping over, he takes the gloves Haru used (maybe they should get Haru smaller gloves, they shouldn't fit Ima's hands) and gets to work. Fear him, caked-on grease. ]

[swordsitter]

[ haru startles as he and his step-stool are slid out of the way of the sink, half rising as if to protest. this doesn't seem right. there's a lot he doesn't know about his swords at this age, but he knows at least that imanotsurugi is famous. he definitely shouldn't be doing something as mundane as the dishes. ]

I-- I can-- [ he can do them??? he doesn't mind. .. of course, he also wants to finish the bun while it's warm. and he's not sure if he's really allowed to protest if one of the swords wants to do something, even if that something is haru's chores. ]

I-Ima-san. [ nervous again, he sinks back down, hovering on the edge of the step, the bun held between small hands and green eyes very wide. ] You don't.. have to..

a.

[spes_phthisica]

[You know who else is deeply engaged in doing chores at this moment? Souji has hardly interacted with others of his own age at all, isolated by well-meaning sisters, and the last thing he remembers he was tasked with doing the chores around the dojo he was recently handed to. So since he barely knows how to play at all, and since this is the place he's apparently meant to stay right now... well, what else is he supposed to do?

Having piled fresh laundry as high as physically possible in his arms, however, he doesn't really notice the even shorter and scrawnier boy until it's too late. As they collide, the pile wobbles in his arms, and Haru is showered in all manner of articles of clothing, all of it cascading to the floor. Souji, his whole body a flinch by now, appears nailed to the spot despite his desperate urge to flee.]

I- I'm sorry. I couldn't see you. I'm sorry.

[swordsitter]

[ haru blinks from where he's fallen, as expressionless as always. for a moment or two, he's not sure what to do. after all, while he goes to school and he's accustomed to children around his age, he has nothing in common with any of them, and they don't really talk to him.

still, this boy lives with haru and the swords, so they're.. family. right? in a way, at least.

he climbs to his feet, reaching out and lifting souji's hands until his arms are parallel to the ground. he then begins to pick up the laundry, laying it piece by piece over the other boy's arms until he has a large--but comfortable--load. the rest is bundled up into his own arms, and he nods his head toward his bedroom. there's a literal boogeyman that lives in his closet, but he's not that bad for a nightmare. on top of that, he doesn't take up much space-- which means that haru and souji will have more room to finish up the laundry. ]

[newtimes]

( This sure is one hell of a code glitch... but for now, Mutsu doesn't really mind. For now, it seems fairly harmless even if the swords do have a much tinier master to worry about.

When he sees Haru standing on his stool, reaching up for a high shelf still just of reach, he'll come up from behind and pick the child up so that he can get whatever it is. )

Ya should be careful. ( He now sees that Haru has always been the kind to try to accomplish things on his own without asking for help but what if he'd fallen...? It's not like many of the swords know real first aid. ) If it's too high, ask for help, 'kay?