[He pauses and then shakes his head with a soft huff.]
It is nice, isn't it? [It isn't exactly what he's getting at, but truth be told he's having trouble putting the feeling into words. Having tea every day won't alleviate the knowledge that no one else is doing it. (Or almost no one else.)
Like no one else noticed Qixi passing, no one else seemed disappointed about them being underwater during the Mid Autumn festival, but everyone seeming to know about Christmas. He isn't angry or bitter about it, only...aware. Aware of that fact that even among people from different worlds and universes, there are constants in the cultures that he doesn't share. It's a strange feeling is all, and one that makes him appreciate moments like this with those who do share those traditions even more.]
It'll be new year soon—by the calendar we use at my home, I mean. [He gives Itachi a half smile, aware that for most of the crew the new year celebration had just passed.] We measure the year by the journey of the moon.
๏ผ perhaps it is different for him. he has been away from his home for long enough to have made peace with all the things he might have missed. festivals, celebrations, gatherings. expressions of culture that have never left the borders of konoha. but the dissonance was perhaps blunted — tea, for instance, was a constant across all the regions and countries of his world.
still, he has neither struggled with nor cared as much as wei wuxian does about the unfamiliarity of certain rituals, and the excision of those they both would know.
he studies his cup, and then lifts it for another drink. ๏ผ
We do. Each of the five great countries has something of a different approach, but Lunar New Year is observed by all.
[His posture loosens further and his face brightens, relief and excitement that Itachi knows what he's talking about.]
We'll be off world by then, obviously, but I'm going to celebrate if possible. I haven't been able to properly celebrate since...[He shakes his head.]
Years. I don't know how many. Before I defected, before the war. It was always such a special time. [His smile grows wistful for a moment before he reins himself in.] If the mission allows it, will you celebrate with me? For a meal. Lunar New Year is meant to be celebrated with friends and family after all.
I'm going to ask Viveca. As long as it will, I can likely bring several things along. [Not anything that perishes, but enough, most likely. A thought occurs to him and he gives Itachi a curious look.]
What about your scrolls? Do you think they'll work?
( his fingers flex faintly around his cup, and he lifts it up. the only indication at all he is maybe less than pleased at the prospect of losing his chakra for two months. )
Do you have time to make another between now and when we leave? It would be appreciated.
Of course! [The answer would have been the same whether it was true or not, he would have pulled an all-nighter if necessary, but since they're still a few days it really won't be any problem. It's rare that any of his arrays or talismans are useful to Itachi and he's always a little excited when he can help.
He rambles at Itachi for a while after about the differences between his scrolls and the inner workings of a qiankun pouch, but eventually he lapses into a comfortable silence, content to simply sit and take tea with his friend.]
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It is nice, isn't it? [It isn't exactly what he's getting at, but truth be told he's having trouble putting the feeling into words. Having tea every day won't alleviate the knowledge that no one else is doing it. (Or almost no one else.)
Like no one else noticed Qixi passing, no one else seemed disappointed about them being underwater during the Mid Autumn festival, but everyone seeming to know about Christmas. He isn't angry or bitter about it, only...aware. Aware of that fact that even among people from different worlds and universes, there are constants in the cultures that he doesn't share. It's a strange feeling is all, and one that makes him appreciate moments like this with those who do share those traditions even more.]
It'll be new year soon—by the calendar we use at my home, I mean. [He gives Itachi a half smile, aware that for most of the crew the new year celebration had just passed.] We measure the year by the journey of the moon.
Do you celebrate?
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still, he has neither struggled with nor cared as much as wei wuxian does about the unfamiliarity of certain rituals, and the excision of those they both would know.
he studies his cup, and then lifts it for another drink. ๏ผ
We do. Each of the five great countries has something of a different approach, but Lunar New Year is observed by all.
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We'll be off world by then, obviously, but I'm going to celebrate if possible. I haven't been able to properly celebrate since...[He shakes his head.]
Years. I don't know how many. Before I defected, before the war. It was always such a special time. [His smile grows wistful for a moment before he reins himself in.] If the mission allows it, will you celebrate with me? For a meal. Lunar New Year is meant to be celebrated with friends and family after all.
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๏ผ there is little point in arguing. he is not averse to celebration, so long as they are of a quiet sort. ๏ผ
The world may lack proper accommodations. ๏ผ a pause. then: ๏ผ Do you expect your qiankun pouch will continue to function there?
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What about your scrolls? Do you think they'll work?
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( his fingers flex faintly around his cup, and he lifts it up. the only indication at all he is maybe less than pleased at the prospect of losing his chakra for two months. )
Do you have time to make another between now and when we leave? It would be appreciated.
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Of course! [The answer would have been the same whether it was true or not, he would have pulled an all-nighter if necessary, but since they're still a few days it really won't be any problem. It's rare that any of his arrays or talismans are useful to Itachi and he's always a little excited when he can help.
He rambles at Itachi for a while after about the differences between his scrolls and the inner workings of a qiankun pouch, but eventually he lapses into a comfortable silence, content to simply sit and take tea with his friend.]