#// laughing at the mental image of Krow getting amused comments from Japanese humans and Yokai observing his chopstick failures

[krowjones]

✈️ AIRPLANE for eldest, 🩶 GRAY HEART for younger, and✍️ WRITING HAND for both if you want, if you havent gotten those yet ^^ i'm very curious about those questions for the krows

✈️ AIRPLANE — have you traveled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?

Old Krow smiled. "Ah, travel questions? This one's easy." He leaned back in his seat. "I've been a few places, but Yukito — my husband, for those of you who don't know — and I have traveled to and from Japan a couple of times. He was originally from Tokyo's Hidden City, so he wanted to show me the place he grew up. We visited both up top and down below. So I'll share three things I've learned."

The older man held up his index finger. "1. Chopsticks are impossible." He shrugged. "I just accepted I'll never be good at using them. Yukito thinks it's funny that I'm always dropping food on me whenever I try, or that I'll skewer it when I get fed up, which apparently you're not supposed to do." He grumbled and crossed his arms. "Sometimes I could hear others around me muttering, 'Ganbatte, gaijin, ganbatte kudasai.'" *

Krow held up two fingers, smiling as he moved on. "2. Japan and Tokyo's Hidden City are beautiful. The atmosphere is not like NYC. It feels like most people try to do their part for the community. The culture there is nice. If we hadn't already decided that here was our home, we'd probably live there." He chuckled, resting his chin on his hand. "Traveling is exciting, of course. Going to see new places and things, having a fun time… that wasn't my life growing up. I'm free to do that now. But I think I'm always going to be called back to a rougher, dirtier, crime-infested city. Guess it feels more like home to me. New York, what a town, am I right?"

He held up three fingers. "3. The last thing I've learned is that handsome hare has a vice grip on my heart," he sighed with dreamy hearts in his eyes. "The first time we visited was before we were married. Let me tell you, it was pretty hard to not propose to Yukito while we were sitting under the moonlight sakura, which grow underground and glow pink and white. I didn't have anything prepared at the time, but if I had, I might have gone for it." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I don't think he would have minded either way, but I later learned that hanami,** both above and below ground, is associated with hanging out with friends, family, or coworkers, as well as quiet reflection, more than it is romance. Guess it's good that I wasn't prepared."

Krow smiled shyly at the camera. "But I really wouldn't mind going back again. I had fun."

* Translation: "Do your best, foreigner, do your best."

** Cherry blossom viewing

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🩶 GRAY HEART — what kind of friend do your friends consider you to be (mom friend, uncle friend, funny friend, etc) and why? what do you think this says about your personality?

Young Krow grinned. "I'm kind of the big brother friend. I'm like that with younger friends, at least." He paused for a moment, idly playing with the white ends of his hair. "I've never had siblings, so I don't know what that says about me. Maybe that I'm protective and serious?" He shrugged. "I just want everyone to be safe. Guess I'm sort of like King in that way. I've found I have a lot in common with him that I didn't think I did."

"I don't mind being a big brother." He leaned in close to the camera and lowered his voice. "I've kind of always wanted to be." He jabbed a half-joking, threatening finger at the camera. "Don't tell the rest of the family though, okay? I'll never hear the end of it."

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✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc

Both Krows answered at the same time over each other. "Covering up emotions," the younger said. "Having a better poker face," the older replied. They both turned to each other in surprise then laughed.

"You too?" Teen Krow asked.

"Well, we are the same person," Old Krow said.

The younger one nodded, looked to the camera, and explained with a wave of his hand. "We've— we've never been the best at hiding our emotions. Everyone calls us an open book, or wearing our heart on our sleeve. It causes us a lot of trouble."

"That's why we mask up when we fight," Old Krow said, grabbing his hockey mask on a nearby table and lowering it over his face. Teen Krow copied the older one and put on his own mask.

The glowing green eyes Old Krow's mask pierced the viewer. "Now you can't really see what we're thinking or feeling. At night, this look can be scary. Pretty sure I've made other grown men piss their pants," he joked.

"That's not that impressive. So have I," Teen Krow grumbled.

Old Krow chuckled and patted his younger counterpart's shoulder. "Of course, you're pretty scary too."

The hockey masks hid a lot of things. But even it couldn't hide the teen's beaming smile and shining eyes underneath.