[ It flies out of his mouth nigh on instinctually. The acknowledgment, intentional or not, serves as a reminder as sobering as a cold splash of water to the face: he is acting fucking ridiculous. The fact he had even allowed himself to slip up this dramatically spears shame through his chest so violently that he nearly feels sick.
Sanemi wrenches himself free so quickly he might as well actively be fleeing. He goes from prickly embarrassment to hackles raised so rapidly he wouldn’t be surprised if it seemed to have come out of absolutely nowhere.
But, surely it wouldn’t be that much of a shock? He had always acted like this. Incredibly difficult to get close to. Irrationally angry. Harsh beyond reason.
He doesn’t actually run. He stands up, shoulders hiked up to his ears, but he doesn’t run. ]
[It's Sanemi - outbursts like this are the norm, and if it were anyone else it would feel strange, seem like it brewed from nothing, such isn't the case here.
If anything, Tengen is more surprised he stays.
So he draws back to himself, stays seated on the ground, lets his hand settle back in his own lap, and looks up at the other hashira's back.]
Sure. [He, personally, loves to lean in to big feelings, loves to express himself! Be flashy! But he's aware enough of others to know that feeling stupid about just that... is not at all uncommon.] But you're not, unless you run away.
[A little bit of a challenge, a little bit of temptation to prove himself. Maybe it'll work.]
[ Sanemi does seriously consider leaving. And then he remembers that Uzui had sat next to his sleeping form for two hours. Had gotten him a fucking blanket. Was apparently one of very few to make it through in the end, and for some godforsaken reason it keeps his feet tethered to the ground.
Among other things. Those as of yet unvoiced, difficult feelings.
With a hiss, Sanemi wheels about and marches back up to Uzui. He does not seat himself again. Not yet, at least. He hasn’t decided whether he’s fully committed to this course of action yet, but he is begrudgingly willing to rise to the challenge. (He also finds some secret enjoyment over being the one to tower over Uzui for once, shh). ]
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Date: 2026-04-08 07:24 am (UTC)[ It flies out of his mouth nigh on instinctually. The acknowledgment, intentional or not, serves as a reminder as sobering as a cold splash of water to the face: he is acting fucking ridiculous. The fact he had even allowed himself to slip up this dramatically spears shame through his chest so violently that he nearly feels sick.
Sanemi wrenches himself free so quickly he might as well actively be fleeing. He goes from prickly embarrassment to hackles raised so rapidly he wouldn’t be surprised if it seemed to have come out of absolutely nowhere.
But, surely it wouldn’t be that much of a shock? He had always acted like this. Incredibly difficult to get close to. Irrationally angry. Harsh beyond reason.
He doesn’t actually run. He stands up, shoulders hiked up to his ears, but he doesn’t run. ]
This is fucking stupid.
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Date: 2026-04-08 07:36 am (UTC)If anything, Tengen is more surprised he stays.
So he draws back to himself, stays seated on the ground, lets his hand settle back in his own lap, and looks up at the other hashira's back.]
Sure. [He, personally, loves to lean in to big feelings, loves to express himself! Be flashy! But he's aware enough of others to know that feeling stupid about just that... is not at all uncommon.] But you're not, unless you run away.
[A little bit of a challenge, a little bit of temptation to prove himself. Maybe it'll work.]
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Date: 2026-04-08 11:15 am (UTC)Among other things. Those as of yet unvoiced, difficult feelings.
With a hiss, Sanemi wheels about and marches back up to Uzui. He does not seat himself again. Not yet, at least. He hasn’t decided whether he’s fully committed to this course of action yet, but he is begrudgingly willing to rise to the challenge. (He also finds some secret enjoyment over being the one to tower over Uzui for once, shh). ]
Fuck you. Fine.