Aha, fighting me for the crown? I'll have you know, I've had far more practice in being insufferably fun. You wouldn't stand a chance. [ mikazuki's playful tone is echoed in tsurumaru's light-hearted one, every bit as amused as it is conspiratorial. there's quite a bit of rice to go through. it's amazing, after all, the sheer amount of rice that can find itself stuck to a single sword. he starts from up the older sword's elbows, brushing off bits of sticky rice at first, and then manoeuvring mikazuki's elbow over the sink so that he can just sweep the mess down the drain. to be honest, tsurumaru isn't very apt in taking care of others. he's never had the chance nor the inclination, being more of the sort who started the messes that others cleaned up after him, but-- well, there's a first for everything, and unlike cooking, just moving a towel methodically down mikazuki's arm doesn't take much experience to figure out.

as expected of him, he keeps up the chatter as he does so, light and airy. ]

This isn't trouble, by the way. [ hardly so. after all, who would know trouble better than he? a grin, sharp, as though exchanging a joke between old friends. ] Well, it's not real trouble unless at least three tantous cry. So really, don't worry about it.

[ wherein ichigo-kun can then be counted on to bust his ass, but that's neither here nor there. he notes the look of admiration out of the corner of his eyes. finds it bemusing and odd, and turns his face downward to hide from it as he wrings out his cloth. luckily, he notices the pile of half-made onigiris over on the tray next to the sink-- and stifles a small laugh. ] They're not even round.

[ i mean, onigiri aren't supposed to be round in the first place, but if a triangle can't be managed, then at least a circle would be easier to imagine than... the interesting assortment of odd shapes on that tray. ]