[Okay. He's super anxious. A sigh.] Mitsuhide might be right. I told him I had to smooth things out with Tayrey and others constantly. You and Valdis. [Erin. Others. He shakes a hand through his hair. Stressed. Is Mitsuhide thinking he has to be the charismatic one now? They hadn't even talked about this yet here, but the balance is off.] Now they're butting heads again and all I can think is it's pure fucking luck I didn't fuck up with Ieyasu. It's just that he's perfect on his own, nothing to do with me. And I'm fucking up with her and Shiranui and Mitsuhide and --
[Deep breath. Lets it out. He needs candy like yesterday.]
[For wanting to have more control, Nobunaga kisses Klaus' forehead apologetically.]
Soka. I get it. I'll be more careful and not mention it from now on so you can control it.
[But for the last part...]
Well, those people are stupid and you're better off without them. [A beat.] Buuut that's your choice, not mine, and I'll let you make it. [Searches Klaus' face for: is that okay?]
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Date: 2023-06-16 03:14 pm (UTC)[Okay. He's super anxious. A sigh.] Mitsuhide might be right. I told him I had to smooth things out with Tayrey and others constantly. You and Valdis. [Erin. Others. He shakes a hand through his hair. Stressed. Is Mitsuhide thinking he has to be the charismatic one now? They hadn't even talked about this yet here, but the balance is off.] Now they're butting heads again and all I can think is it's pure fucking luck I didn't fuck up with Ieyasu. It's just that he's perfect on his own, nothing to do with me. And I'm fucking up with her and Shiranui and Mitsuhide and --
[Deep breath. Lets it out. He needs candy like yesterday.]
[For wanting to have more control, Nobunaga kisses Klaus' forehead apologetically.]
Soka. I get it. I'll be more careful and not mention it from now on so you can control it.
[But for the last part...]
Well, those people are stupid and you're better off without them. [A beat.] Buuut that's your choice, not mine, and I'll let you make it. [Searches Klaus' face for: is that okay?]