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okitactless) wrote2017-01-25 07:26 pm
okitactless) wrote2017-01-25 07:26 pm
IC inbox; recolle
Yasusada
I'd rather be doing kendo
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sure!! do you wanna go to the dojo or the park??
[It's February 14th! Early enough before the blind dates have started, Anya was busy.
At Yams' mom's bistro, Anya would have delivered his gift. He'll find a little pouch filled with heart-shaped macarons, about 6 or 7. If you get there early enough, they might even still be warm. For this case, Anya made some extra that don't have words on them, just so that his whole family can have some too. There's a neat little card written in Anya's neat and short hand-writing:]
Happy Valentine's Day!
Please know that I adore you too.
- Anya ♡
[The macarons have their own little messages instead of the classic Sweetheart Conversations, customized based on whoever Anya's giving them to. This batch reads:]
FRIEND
THANK YOU
WARM
KIND
At Yams' mom's bistro, Anya would have delivered his gift. He'll find a little pouch filled with heart-shaped macarons, about 6 or 7. If you get there early enough, they might even still be warm. For this case, Anya made some extra that don't have words on them, just so that his whole family can have some too. There's a neat little card written in Anya's neat and short hand-writing:]
Happy Valentine's Day!
Please know that I adore you too.
- Anya ♡
[The macarons have their own little messages instead of the classic Sweetheart Conversations, customized based on whoever Anya's giving them to. This batch reads:]
FRIEND
THANK YOU
WARM
KIND
[SO. Some days Yamato gets back to their cramped broom closet first, and sometimes Kiyomitsu does. When it's him, it's probably not uncommon for Yamato to come back and find him just sprawled out over their couch or slumped at their tiny table, watching something on his laptop or scrolling through his phone. Today, he's flipping through a magazine at his seat, a little tray of trail mix nearby that he dips his fingers into at semi-automatic intervals. Not unusual.
What is unusual is the box of chocolates at Yamato's place on the opposite side of the table. The box itself is pretty sizable with probably a good twenty or so chocolates inside. It's a pretty, deep red, tied up with a thick and velvety bow.]
Hey. [He looks up just long enough to make eye contact and nod over toward it.] Happy Valentine's day.
[And then he just goes back to reading...
What he neglects to mention here is that he'd been gifted chocolates and sweets throughout the day and this is the one he decided he didn't want to keep. A PUNK.]
What is unusual is the box of chocolates at Yamato's place on the opposite side of the table. The box itself is pretty sizable with probably a good twenty or so chocolates inside. It's a pretty, deep red, tied up with a thick and velvety bow.]
Hey. [He looks up just long enough to make eye contact and nod over toward it.] Happy Valentine's day.
[And then he just goes back to reading...
What he neglects to mention here is that he'd been gifted chocolates and sweets throughout the day and this is the one he decided he didn't want to keep. A PUNK.]
[A KINDHEARTED PUNK or something...?? You'd think that after this much time together, this sort of thing would've happened before, and Yamato would know that Kashuu likes to dump leftovers on other people.
But somehow, that idea flies right over his head. He gets home, calls out a "I'm back", and shuffles through the door, kicking his shoes off as he goes. Normally he'd peek at the magazine or just head straight through to change into more comfortable clothes, but today, he catches sight of the mysterious gift and just. Stops. And blinks.
Several thoughts fly through his head in a very short amount of time. "WHAT DOES THIS MEAN" and "is this some kind of secret message with the flowers and everything" and "but I didn't get anything am I dead I might be dead."
Kashuu most likely misses all of the interesting expressions that cross Yamato's face, but he might notice the weird tone of his voice.]
U-um... thank you.
But somehow, that idea flies right over his head. He gets home, calls out a "I'm back", and shuffles through the door, kicking his shoes off as he goes. Normally he'd peek at the magazine or just head straight through to change into more comfortable clothes, but today, he catches sight of the mysterious gift and just. Stops. And blinks.
Several thoughts fly through his head in a very short amount of time. "WHAT DOES THIS MEAN" and "is this some kind of secret message with the flowers and everything" and "but I didn't get anything am I dead I might be dead."
Kashuu most likely misses all of the interesting expressions that cross Yamato's face, but he might notice the weird tone of his voice.]
U-um... thank you.
Edited 2017-02-14 22:28 (UTC)
just toss him into the air like the pikachu gif where he never comes back
sharplydressed
- 2017-02-19 11:33 (UTC) - Expand[ie The Power Will Soon Go Out, But For Now, Secrets.
That is, wherever Yamato is in their cramped apartment, here comes Kashuu, bounding with his phone in his hand.]
Hey! Did you see what's on the front page of RU's site today?
[It's a feature on the fashion and design department, which he'll proudly display... Kashuu himself isn't in the picture, but one of the mannequins caught on the feature snap is definitely sporting something he's been working on.]
That is, wherever Yamato is in their cramped apartment, here comes Kashuu, bounding with his phone in his hand.]
Hey! Did you see what's on the front page of RU's site today?
[It's a feature on the fashion and design department, which he'll proudly display... Kashuu himself isn't in the picture, but one of the mannequins caught on the feature snap is definitely sporting something he's been working on.]
[It's so hard to think of things yams would do in his spare time when he doesn't have a sword wtf
ANYWAY, since Yamato does not have a sword, he's just sitting on his bed and reading a book. Soft music plays from his laptop, a lazy acoustic guitar melody floating from over on the desk. If he'd been busy doing homework, he might've had the door locked to prevent distractions, but he's just lounging. A slow day.
He glances up, eyebrows raised in brief surprise, but then he shakes his head. Who the heck checks their school's website?? Not this dingus.]
No, what is it? [AND THEN IT'S IN HIS FACE and wow, that sure is fabric he definitely tripped over at least twice... ARTISTS.
But Kashuu's radiating pride, and Yamato's in too mellow of a mood to tease him about how it was probably totally unintentional. So he just smiles, clapping lightly--except he hasn't put his book down, so it's just him slapping the back cover, lord.]
Are they going to keep it out on display for a while?
ANYWAY, since Yamato does not have a sword, he's just sitting on his bed and reading a book. Soft music plays from his laptop, a lazy acoustic guitar melody floating from over on the desk. If he'd been busy doing homework, he might've had the door locked to prevent distractions, but he's just lounging. A slow day.
He glances up, eyebrows raised in brief surprise, but then he shakes his head. Who the heck checks their school's website?? Not this dingus.]
No, what is it? [AND THEN IT'S IN HIS FACE and wow, that sure is fabric he definitely tripped over at least twice... ARTISTS.
But Kashuu's radiating pride, and Yamato's in too mellow of a mood to tease him about how it was probably totally unintentional. So he just smiles, clapping lightly--except he hasn't put his book down, so it's just him slapping the back cover, lord.]
Are they going to keep it out on display for a while?
[IT'S ASS O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING and of course Kashuu is already up. He needs literal hours to shower and get ready for the day, okay...
But that also means he's the first one to find the otherwise innocuous omamori in the spot on their counter where he usually makes the tea. Huh... Well, if he's remembering correctly, Yamato does have - a exam? Midterms? Something like that coming up. Maybe he bought it for himself, then.
He picks it up and pockets it for now so tea doesn't splash onto it, though it's still pretty fresh in his mind by the time Yamato does trudge into the kitchen. It's why his immediate greeting is:]
Are you that worried about your test?
But that also means he's the first one to find the otherwise innocuous omamori in the spot on their counter where he usually makes the tea. Huh... Well, if he's remembering correctly, Yamato does have - a exam? Midterms? Something like that coming up. Maybe he bought it for himself, then.
He picks it up and pockets it for now so tea doesn't splash onto it, though it's still pretty fresh in his mind by the time Yamato does trudge into the kitchen. It's why his immediate greeting is:]
Are you that worried about your test?
[While His Highness is busy fussing over his appearance for ages and ages, Yamato's obliviously snoozing away, of course... mornings are the worst, Kashuu, he doesn't understand your dumb ass at all.
But he does have an exam today--a pretty important one, too, and he's been studying for it for days, so Kashuu's theory is perfectly reasonable. If only their lives were, too.
So when Yamato shuffles out of his room, hair thrown into a ponytail (as usual) and wearing whatever he sleepily grabbed out of the closet, it takes a second for Kashuu's question to register. He blinks sleepiy, rubbing his eyes--in fairness, he was up studying until pretty late in the night, so the question makes sense, even if it's abrupt.]
Hn? I guess so... he's that kind of teacher, you know. [A shrug... even though that doesn't explain anything?? But they have that #studentbond, so Kashuu'll probably get what he means anyway.]
But he does have an exam today--a pretty important one, too, and he's been studying for it for days, so Kashuu's theory is perfectly reasonable. If only their lives were, too.
So when Yamato shuffles out of his room, hair thrown into a ponytail (as usual) and wearing whatever he sleepily grabbed out of the closet, it takes a second for Kashuu's question to register. He blinks sleepiy, rubbing his eyes--in fairness, he was up studying until pretty late in the night, so the question makes sense, even if it's abrupt.]
Hn? I guess so... he's that kind of teacher, you know. [A shrug... even though that doesn't explain anything?? But they have that #studentbond, so Kashuu'll probably get what he means anyway.]
innocent by normal human standards?! WHICH I AM. A NORMAL HUMAN
sharplydressed
- 2017-03-15 21:38 (UTC) - ExpandA girl was home alone and she walked downstairs. Nothing was there, but she heard the littlest noise even though nothing was there. So she went back upstairs and climbed into bed. At 12.00 PM she woke up to find a little girl standing at the foot of her bed. The little girl slit her throat open and left her for dead. Nobody found her corpse for around 3 weeks and by then she really smelled! Send this to 3 people or else by 12PM you will see a dead girl at the foot of your bed!
[You could say that Yamato knows a thing or two about chain letters...]
12pm on what day though, because it's past that already [THIS IS IMPORTANT.]
12pm on what day though, because it's past that already [THIS IS IMPORTANT.]
[He hadn't meant to worry Yamato.
I'll be home by ten, so save some dinner for me, o-kay? I'll be hungry!
It's midnight now, and Kashuu isn't home. He hasn't called. There isn't anything to indicate where he might have gone - he hadn't bothered saying so before he headed out the door and hadn't left a note behind to explain, since it was supposed to be a quick trip - or why he hasn't come back yet, or called.
Part of that "why" will become clear if Yamato checks his room, though. There's his phone, forgotten on the table beside his bed...
The door to his closet is also somewhat ajar. If he decides to look - it's a little unusual for him to leave it open, after all - then he'll find something strange. A katana, carefully and neatly tucked against the far back corner.
Hm.]
I'll be home by ten, so save some dinner for me, o-kay? I'll be hungry!
It's midnight now, and Kashuu isn't home. He hasn't called. There isn't anything to indicate where he might have gone - he hadn't bothered saying so before he headed out the door and hadn't left a note behind to explain, since it was supposed to be a quick trip - or why he hasn't come back yet, or called.
Part of that "why" will become clear if Yamato checks his room, though. There's his phone, forgotten on the table beside his bed...
The door to his closet is also somewhat ajar. If he decides to look - it's a little unusual for him to leave it open, after all - then he'll find something strange. A katana, carefully and neatly tucked against the far back corner.
Hm.]
[This isn't like Kashuu.
Since the moment they reunited, Kashuu's placed a strong emphasis on living his own life, making it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with the past, with kendo, with any of it. He's an adult, perfectly capable of going out whenever and wherever he pleases. If he wants to fall into bed at 9pm and sleep for twelve hours, he will; if he wants to stay out all night dancing and bar hopping, he will. It's his choice, and his alone.
But despite his adamant dismissal of the way things used to be, Kashuu hasn't actually forgotten about how things used to be. Yamato knows this, because he shows it in little ways--remembering that he prefers tea to coffee first thing in the morning, picking up things Yamato won't even notice he's dropped for hours. He remembers that Yamato's always been a little bit clingy, and whether it has to do with his father's long absences, or just a core trait, he's always put up with it fairly well. Yamato doesn't explicitly ask him to check in regularly, but he does it anyway, and Yamato's always grateful for it.
And yes, sometimes Kashuu's late. Sometimes he's caught up in conversation and doesn't check his phone for a little while. But it's never for this long, and never this late at night.
Ten minutes late. Yamato doesn't even notice, too caught up in making sure the consistency of the curry is just right.
Twenty minutes late. Unusual, but not unheard of. Kashuu could easily be stuck in traffic, his phone at the bottom of his bag, whatever. He can keep the curry warm without too much trouble.
But then it's half an hour, an hour, two, and every tick of the clock has Yamato growing more and more anxious. Kashuu definitely would've contacted him by now, if he'd known he was going to be this late. Even if his phone battery died, it's not like Kashuu doesn't know his number.
Yamato wouldn't call the city dangerous, exactly, but he wouldn't call it safe, either. He doesn't often run into trouble anymore, even late at night--but if he's the one out this late, then he's usually got his kendo gear and his bokuto with him, and that's probably enough to put off would-be muggers. Kashuu, though... Kashuu's strong, but he doesn't look it, and the confidence he purposely exudes these days is very different from the way he used to hold himself. He'd look like an easy target, probably.
There's no reason to think that, or anything else for that matter, has happened, that Kashuu's in trouble somewhere. Kashuu can take care of himself just fine, even now. In an attempt to assuage his fears, Yamato goes to Kashuu's room--]
Since the moment they reunited, Kashuu's placed a strong emphasis on living his own life, making it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with the past, with kendo, with any of it. He's an adult, perfectly capable of going out whenever and wherever he pleases. If he wants to fall into bed at 9pm and sleep for twelve hours, he will; if he wants to stay out all night dancing and bar hopping, he will. It's his choice, and his alone.
But despite his adamant dismissal of the way things used to be, Kashuu hasn't actually forgotten about how things used to be. Yamato knows this, because he shows it in little ways--remembering that he prefers tea to coffee first thing in the morning, picking up things Yamato won't even notice he's dropped for hours. He remembers that Yamato's always been a little bit clingy, and whether it has to do with his father's long absences, or just a core trait, he's always put up with it fairly well. Yamato doesn't explicitly ask him to check in regularly, but he does it anyway, and Yamato's always grateful for it.
And yes, sometimes Kashuu's late. Sometimes he's caught up in conversation and doesn't check his phone for a little while. But it's never for this long, and never this late at night.
Ten minutes late. Yamato doesn't even notice, too caught up in making sure the consistency of the curry is just right.
Twenty minutes late. Unusual, but not unheard of. Kashuu could easily be stuck in traffic, his phone at the bottom of his bag, whatever. He can keep the curry warm without too much trouble.
But then it's half an hour, an hour, two, and every tick of the clock has Yamato growing more and more anxious. Kashuu definitely would've contacted him by now, if he'd known he was going to be this late. Even if his phone battery died, it's not like Kashuu doesn't know his number.
Yamato wouldn't call the city dangerous, exactly, but he wouldn't call it safe, either. He doesn't often run into trouble anymore, even late at night--but if he's the one out this late, then he's usually got his kendo gear and his bokuto with him, and that's probably enough to put off would-be muggers. Kashuu, though... Kashuu's strong, but he doesn't look it, and the confidence he purposely exudes these days is very different from the way he used to hold himself. He'd look like an easy target, probably.
There's no reason to think that, or anything else for that matter, has happened, that Kashuu's in trouble somewhere. Kashuu can take care of himself just fine, even now. In an attempt to assuage his fears, Yamato goes to Kashuu's room--]
( It isn't like Ryusei to go out of his way to message Yamato. Look, he gets it, Yamato's salty about him quitting kendo club and is really annoying about it. But after a certain dream-- vivid, detailed, and incredibly real feeling-- he can't help but reach out, )
who would win in a fight:
who would win in a fight:
[A friend of his ended up offering him a hotel room to stay at, and he'd taken the offer. It's not that he dislikes surfing couches - he gets lonely easily and prefers company, after all. But he'd feel like a burden if he stayed in someone's house for more than one night, especially over something like a fight with his roommate. He isn't staying back at the apartment either, since he'd been a salty saltshaker the first time he went back (it had been about 3 nights after the fight) and found that Yamato wasn't around. As if, y'know, he's the one with some sort of monopoly on the disappearing act.
It's on the seventh or eight night, he's not sure which, that he goes back to the hotel. It had been a nice place, after all. This friend has connections and he'd gotten Kashuu a large room in a five-star place and had even rudely split the bed the first night he'd stayed. That had been a nice way to keep his loneliness at bay, at least.
Night two hadn't been so great since said friend even more rudely didn't show up again, and Kashuu's couch surfing began.
By now, he thinks he'll do okay with sleeping on his own, though. The hallways of the hotel are beautiful, with large archways and marble floors that make his heels echo in that Important way. At this hour, there's barely anyone around; he only scrapes by with the minimum amount of interaction with the front desk before getting is key and going up through the elevator, down the hall and to his room.
It's as gorgeous as the last one he'd stayed at here. The windows are large and offer a wide view of the city center. The ceilings are high, the lighting is low and the temperature is perfect. He takes a long soak in the bathtub, enjoying the ridiculously pointless jets and the deep seat, pretending he's relaxing in a spa instead of spending another night by himself.
He goes to bed early, as he's been doing lately. He could distract himself with parties, but he does still have school and work, and he refuses to let poor sleep make his skin look dull and patchy. He leaves the windows with the curtains open, so the moonlight can keep his room bright, and listens to the very faint, very occasional sounds of feet scuffling by down the hall as others turn into their own rooms. The only sound here is his breathing and the AC unit as it clicks on and off periodically to keep the temperature perfect.
After what feels like an hour but is actually probably just a few minutes, he turns his back to the window, facing the empty left side of his bed and the door.]
It's on the seventh or eight night, he's not sure which, that he goes back to the hotel. It had been a nice place, after all. This friend has connections and he'd gotten Kashuu a large room in a five-star place and had even rudely split the bed the first night he'd stayed. That had been a nice way to keep his loneliness at bay, at least.
Night two hadn't been so great since said friend even more rudely didn't show up again, and Kashuu's couch surfing began.
By now, he thinks he'll do okay with sleeping on his own, though. The hallways of the hotel are beautiful, with large archways and marble floors that make his heels echo in that Important way. At this hour, there's barely anyone around; he only scrapes by with the minimum amount of interaction with the front desk before getting is key and going up through the elevator, down the hall and to his room.
It's as gorgeous as the last one he'd stayed at here. The windows are large and offer a wide view of the city center. The ceilings are high, the lighting is low and the temperature is perfect. He takes a long soak in the bathtub, enjoying the ridiculously pointless jets and the deep seat, pretending he's relaxing in a spa instead of spending another night by himself.
He goes to bed early, as he's been doing lately. He could distract himself with parties, but he does still have school and work, and he refuses to let poor sleep make his skin look dull and patchy. He leaves the windows with the curtains open, so the moonlight can keep his room bright, and listens to the very faint, very occasional sounds of feet scuffling by down the hall as others turn into their own rooms. The only sound here is his breathing and the AC unit as it clicks on and off periodically to keep the temperature perfect.
After what feels like an hour but is actually probably just a few minutes, he turns his back to the window, facing the empty left side of his bed and the door.]
[He thinks he's dreaming at first, which should probably have been the first sign that he wasn't.
He was the first to arrive.
It was nearly winter and the cold air settles against his skin strangely, and he is told that more will come soon, which is good. His home is too large now. The memories move choppily with faces passing by in a blur and nothing but numbers sticking out. The second arrival, the third.
He's in an empty bedroom, staring at the door and listening to the others retreat into their own rooms. He's waiting for someone.
The tenth arrival, the eleventh, the twelfth.
Seasons change out on the veranda. More people arrive. He is still alone in his room, waiting for someone. It hurts, he realizes - it's painful. He doesn't talk about the person he's waiting for, though he knows who it is in his mind, of course. Yasusada. Who else would he be waiting for? He talks about him sometimes, and misses him even more. He understands now why it's easier to not talk about the people who aren't yet home. It almost feels like a curse, like the more they're discussed, the less likely it'll be that they'll arrive.
He is still alone in that room when the sixteenth person comes.
Kashuu sits bolt upright, the pillow to his side sliding over onto the floor unnoticed as he tries to catch his breath. He's winded somehow, like someone waking from a strong nightmare, even though what he'd experienced wasn't really nightmarish. The feeling he's been swept away with isn't sharp and bitter panic. It's not a fear of death or harm, it's not an ill omen coated with the oily sheen of blood.
But it's crushing. It's like all of the loneliness, all the moments he could admit to himself that he'd missed his best friend, all at once - but even greater than that. A blink of time had passed by in this big hotel room, but it had felt like days sprawled out before him and he was left missing something vital.
It's not the first time he's had a memory attack like this, but it's the first time he's lost sleep over one. The hotel room is comfortable and the bed is luxuriously soft, but no matter how hard he squeezes his eyes shut or hugs his remaining pillow to his chest, he can't dispel that haunting feeling of loneliness or the empty bedroom that wasn't his.
When Yamato opens the door to leave his mother's place this morning, Kashuu will be there, sitting on the sidewalk curb with his back to the door.]
He was the first to arrive.
It was nearly winter and the cold air settles against his skin strangely, and he is told that more will come soon, which is good. His home is too large now. The memories move choppily with faces passing by in a blur and nothing but numbers sticking out. The second arrival, the third.
He's in an empty bedroom, staring at the door and listening to the others retreat into their own rooms. He's waiting for someone.
The tenth arrival, the eleventh, the twelfth.
Seasons change out on the veranda. More people arrive. He is still alone in his room, waiting for someone. It hurts, he realizes - it's painful. He doesn't talk about the person he's waiting for, though he knows who it is in his mind, of course. Yasusada. Who else would he be waiting for? He talks about him sometimes, and misses him even more. He understands now why it's easier to not talk about the people who aren't yet home. It almost feels like a curse, like the more they're discussed, the less likely it'll be that they'll arrive.
He is still alone in that room when the sixteenth person comes.
Kashuu sits bolt upright, the pillow to his side sliding over onto the floor unnoticed as he tries to catch his breath. He's winded somehow, like someone waking from a strong nightmare, even though what he'd experienced wasn't really nightmarish. The feeling he's been swept away with isn't sharp and bitter panic. It's not a fear of death or harm, it's not an ill omen coated with the oily sheen of blood.
But it's crushing. It's like all of the loneliness, all the moments he could admit to himself that he'd missed his best friend, all at once - but even greater than that. A blink of time had passed by in this big hotel room, but it had felt like days sprawled out before him and he was left missing something vital.
It's not the first time he's had a memory attack like this, but it's the first time he's lost sleep over one. The hotel room is comfortable and the bed is luxuriously soft, but no matter how hard he squeezes his eyes shut or hugs his remaining pillow to his chest, he can't dispel that haunting feeling of loneliness or the empty bedroom that wasn't his.
When Yamato opens the door to leave his mother's place this morning, Kashuu will be there, sitting on the sidewalk curb with his back to the door.]
[Because Kashuu has a bad habit of tripping into unfortunate spirited away type situations and WHAT BETTER WAY TO CONTINUE THAN BY FLEEING INTO A SPOOKY FOREST. Two-in-one here too, considering he can also fuel Yamato's paranoia at the same time! Like wow, maybe he really is destined to disappear and/or die at some point in the future, because "shit he's disappeared" is exactly what's happened today...
As in, the next time Yamato looks up from whatever he was doing to call for Kashuu, no one answers, even if his attention wasn't diverted for long. HM.
Well, they're both quite small right now, so clearly he can't have gone too far. Clearly.]
As in, the next time Yamato looks up from whatever he was doing to call for Kashuu, no one answers, even if his attention wasn't diverted for long. HM.
Well, they're both quite small right now, so clearly he can't have gone too far. Clearly.]
[It doesn't matter if he can't have gone too far, the point is that he's gone at all!!! Obviously Yamato's just gonna have to put Kashuu in a bottle and keep him there because he can't seem to stay out of trouble on his own.
Honestly, Kashuu's just lucky Yamato didn't glue himself to his side the minute they woke up as petit nendos. To be fair, they have a lot of stuff to be worrying about right now, but something like this would normally have Yamato tailing him everywhere, out of concern for Kashuu's safety or just because he's freaked out.
As it happens, though, today he's distracted by a good thing--he's finally managed to figure out how to get on top of the kitchen counter, which hopefully means he'll be able to get some food down on the floor for them until they find some magical "Eat Me" cakes and grow up again.
For now, though, he simply pushes a bread crumb over the edge and finagles his way back down, jogging back into the living room.]
Kiyomitsu! I finally got the drawers to stay steady--
[--Except that it's obvious the second he rounds the corner that nobody's there.
But how is that possible? They don't have pets, and they're barely able to get out of the apartment as it is. There's no way Kashuu would've gone out without telling him, not when things are like this. Immediately, a bad feeling curls in his stomach, and since it's Yamato, he doesn't stop to question it.
He can't run to Kashuu's closet and grab the sword this time. The trek over there alone would take time, more time than he's willing to waste when he doesn't know where Kashuu's gone. The wold's a whole lot more dangerous when you have to worry about getting eaten by birds more than a group of assholes loitering in dark alleyways.
So instead, he heads straight for the door, wriggling underneath it and cupping his hands to his mouth.]
Kiyomitsu! Kiyomitsu, where'd you go? Are you here?
[Clearly he can't have gone too far, but then again, horses are now chocobos. Yamato's no longer willing to make assumptions.]
Honestly, Kashuu's just lucky Yamato didn't glue himself to his side the minute they woke up as petit nendos. To be fair, they have a lot of stuff to be worrying about right now, but something like this would normally have Yamato tailing him everywhere, out of concern for Kashuu's safety or just because he's freaked out.
As it happens, though, today he's distracted by a good thing--he's finally managed to figure out how to get on top of the kitchen counter, which hopefully means he'll be able to get some food down on the floor for them until they find some magical "Eat Me" cakes and grow up again.
For now, though, he simply pushes a bread crumb over the edge and finagles his way back down, jogging back into the living room.]
Kiyomitsu! I finally got the drawers to stay steady--
[--Except that it's obvious the second he rounds the corner that nobody's there.
But how is that possible? They don't have pets, and they're barely able to get out of the apartment as it is. There's no way Kashuu would've gone out without telling him, not when things are like this. Immediately, a bad feeling curls in his stomach, and since it's Yamato, he doesn't stop to question it.
He can't run to Kashuu's closet and grab the sword this time. The trek over there alone would take time, more time than he's willing to waste when he doesn't know where Kashuu's gone. The wold's a whole lot more dangerous when you have to worry about getting eaten by birds more than a group of assholes loitering in dark alleyways.
So instead, he heads straight for the door, wriggling underneath it and cupping his hands to his mouth.]
Kiyomitsu! Kiyomitsu, where'd you go? Are you here?
[Clearly he can't have gone too far, but then again, horses are now chocobos. Yamato's no longer willing to make assumptions.]
[ Lately, Yato's been having nightmares.
They start off as memories. The blue flowers in the forest, him slicing through them effortlessly -- except the flowers are people, and together they scream as they fall.
He runs through a village with tiny steps and tiny hands and a huge sword, excitement and an eagerness to please filling his breast. Culling people is so easy, he finds; they mill around with buckets suspended over their shoulders or trying to give away food, and it's literally child's play to run up and cut them down. Some begin to run, which makes things a little more interesting. But there isn't much of anywhere to hide, so Yato finds them eventually.
Together, he and Hiki are so good at hide-and-seek.
He knows he's done when there's no more screaming or crying. The village is silent except for the deep calling of crows and motionless except for the wind bending the leaves. The smell of people when he cuts them is everywhere now, and their scarlet dye paints the ground. As he looks around, it's clear that he got so much done. Father will be so happy.
And there's Father right over there! There's a smile on his face and such words of praise, Yaboku knows he's been a good boy.
Yato wakes up in an awful sweat, breathing hard and fighting down a wave of nausea. This again... The first time it happened he could try to ignore it, but now it lingers. And there are other dreams -- different, surreal, but just as horrible, a beautiful woman crying at him to stop cutting down her precious, monstrous children.
He can't bottle it up anymore. Who can he talk to? ...
And so Yamato will receive a text in the dead of night. ]
Hey Yasu are you awake?
They start off as memories. The blue flowers in the forest, him slicing through them effortlessly -- except the flowers are people, and together they scream as they fall.
He runs through a village with tiny steps and tiny hands and a huge sword, excitement and an eagerness to please filling his breast. Culling people is so easy, he finds; they mill around with buckets suspended over their shoulders or trying to give away food, and it's literally child's play to run up and cut them down. Some begin to run, which makes things a little more interesting. But there isn't much of anywhere to hide, so Yato finds them eventually.
Together, he and Hiki are so good at hide-and-seek.
He knows he's done when there's no more screaming or crying. The village is silent except for the deep calling of crows and motionless except for the wind bending the leaves. The smell of people when he cuts them is everywhere now, and their scarlet dye paints the ground. As he looks around, it's clear that he got so much done. Father will be so happy.
And there's Father right over there! There's a smile on his face and such words of praise, Yaboku knows he's been a good boy.
Yato wakes up in an awful sweat, breathing hard and fighting down a wave of nausea. This again... The first time it happened he could try to ignore it, but now it lingers. And there are other dreams -- different, surreal, but just as horrible, a beautiful woman crying at him to stop cutting down her precious, monstrous children.
He can't bottle it up anymore. Who can he talk to? ...
And so Yamato will receive a text in the dead of night. ]
Hey Yasu are you awake?
[Yamato's no stranger to nightmares full of blood. He's thankfully been spared anything new, since that first, horrible night, but those images haven't disappeared from his memory.
Still, being tiny is exhausting. Between keeping both himself and Kashuu away from the woods (and those voices can go fuck themselves, honestly), and struggling to get around their own apartment, it hasn't left him with much time or energy to dream at all.
Unfortunately, Yamato's always been good at exhausting himself beyond the reach of sleep, both mentally and physically. Half the time, he ends up doing little more than dozing, which is the case right now. He hasn't slept well since this began, especially not after Kashuu almost wandered out to his rainy death. So while the buzzing of his phone startles him into full consciousness, it doesn't take him long to shoot back a reply.]
yes what's wrong
[Midnight texts tend to mean shitposting or serious conversations ahead. With his superstitious paranoia in full gear, he's assuming the latter.]
Still, being tiny is exhausting. Between keeping both himself and Kashuu away from the woods (and those voices can go fuck themselves, honestly), and struggling to get around their own apartment, it hasn't left him with much time or energy to dream at all.
Unfortunately, Yamato's always been good at exhausting himself beyond the reach of sleep, both mentally and physically. Half the time, he ends up doing little more than dozing, which is the case right now. He hasn't slept well since this began, especially not after Kashuu almost wandered out to his rainy death. So while the buzzing of his phone startles him into full consciousness, it doesn't take him long to shoot back a reply.]
yes what's wrong
[Midnight texts tend to mean shitposting or serious conversations ahead. With his superstitious paranoia in full gear, he's assuming the latter.]
[WHERE IS YAMATO THIS FINE MORNING, is he stumbling into the kitchen already? Struggling with his pompom hair? Still lounging around in bed because it's the perfect time to sleep in and make up for all those nights where sleep wasn't really possible because they were all Small And Suffering™??
Well, whatever he's doing has to wait and wherever he is doesn't matter because Kashuu is TRACKING HIM DOWN.]
Hey! Get ready, we're going to the beach.
[Good morning.]
Well, whatever he's doing has to wait and wherever he is doesn't matter because Kashuu is TRACKING HIM DOWN.]
Hey! Get ready, we're going to the beach.
[Good morning.]
[HE IS IN FACT MAKING UP FOR LOST SLEEP, yes. Being tiny was far more of a struggle than he ever wanted in life and he needs to sleep for a hundred years to make up for it... And maybe if he sleeps for a hundred years he can forget about his freaky healing powers, which he hasn't told Kashuu about yet?? Oops.
Apparently it's not sleep time though?! Because Kashuu's barging into his room and his days of sleeping through any weird noises are apparently over. Thanks Retrospec.]
Hngh? [A very coherent response from what appears to be a giant pompom, one that can barely be assed to lift his head off the pillow...]
Apparently it's not sleep time though?! Because Kashuu's barging into his room and his days of sleeping through any weird noises are apparently over. Thanks Retrospec.]
Hngh? [A very coherent response from what appears to be a giant pompom, one that can barely be assed to lift his head off the pillow...]
[ tup tup tup tup tup
The sound of Yato running up to Yamato... wherever he is, whatever he's doing. Yato inserts himself fully in Yamato's field of vision and spreads his limbs out wide as if trying to block Yamato from getting around him. The normals walk around him without batting an eye. But as much as Yato is testing Yamato to see if Yamato will be able to see him, Yato is attempting to deny him the chance to fail this test.
Yamato will see and remember Yato. HE WILL. HE MUST... ]
The sound of Yato running up to Yamato... wherever he is, whatever he's doing. Yato inserts himself fully in Yamato's field of vision and spreads his limbs out wide as if trying to block Yamato from getting around him. The normals walk around him without batting an eye. But as much as Yato is testing Yamato to see if Yamato will be able to see him, Yato is attempting to deny him the chance to fail this test.
Yamato will see and remember Yato. HE WILL. HE MUST... ]
[It's a good test, in theory. And in a perfect world, Yamato would look up, smile, maybe give a little wave as he walks up to say hello.
But this world is far from perfect, and not only has Yamato not yet begun to regain his own spirituality, but... he's also still very Yamato, which means he's easily distracted and weirdly oblivious to a lot of things.
That's why, with his headphones in and his eyes glued to his phone like a true millennial, he doesn't appear to be very aware of any of his surroundings, Yato included. It does look like he's prepared to just keep walking and crash right into Yato, but before he can do that, he stops, pulls out one headphone, and--]
Hello?
[--puts the phone to his ear.]
Yes, mom, I dropped them off this morning...
[If he notices Yato, he sure isn't giving any indication of it. But then again, he's just sort of staring vaguely into the distance as he chats on the phone, equally unaware of the annoyed looks people are giving this moron stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. YAMS WHY.]
But this world is far from perfect, and not only has Yamato not yet begun to regain his own spirituality, but... he's also still very Yamato, which means he's easily distracted and weirdly oblivious to a lot of things.
That's why, with his headphones in and his eyes glued to his phone like a true millennial, he doesn't appear to be very aware of any of his surroundings, Yato included. It does look like he's prepared to just keep walking and crash right into Yato, but before he can do that, he stops, pulls out one headphone, and--]
Hello?
[--puts the phone to his ear.]
Yes, mom, I dropped them off this morning...
[If he notices Yato, he sure isn't giving any indication of it. But then again, he's just sort of staring vaguely into the distance as he chats on the phone, equally unaware of the annoyed looks people are giving this moron stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. YAMS WHY.]
[THE BIRDS ARE SINGING, THE SUN IS SHINING, the-- sky is a miserable grey outside? So is the grass??
Kashuu doesn't even have time to notice his own changeswhich haven't even kicked in yet but will soon okay because he's too busy freaking out over the fact that it looks like a post-apocalyptic filter has been slapped across his window.]
Oh my god—
[REELING AWAY FROM THE WINDOW and immediately nyooming over to Yamato's room because of course he does.]
Yasusada, are you seeing this?!
Kashuu doesn't even have time to notice his own changes
Oh my god—
[REELING AWAY FROM THE WINDOW and immediately nyooming over to Yamato's room because of course he does.]
Yasusada, are you seeing this?!
[OF COURSE HE DOES though why he ever expects Yamato to be awake in the mornings is a mystery??
Fortunately, in this case, the alarm has already gone off once, which means he isn't dead asleep at the moment. Kashuu's arrival startles him out of a light doze, and he sits up half-dazed, blinking his eyes open.]
Huh? What...?
[HE HASN'T NOTICED YET.]
Fortunately, in this case, the alarm has already gone off once, which means he isn't dead asleep at the moment. Kashuu's arrival startles him out of a light doze, and he sits up half-dazed, blinking his eyes open.]
Huh? What...?
[HE HASN'T NOTICED YET.]
[Baren lets himself into Kashuu and Yams' apartment as he pleases.
Today, he's apparently done it even though Kashuu isn't home - that was probably poor timing on his part? Or maybe he was just hungry.
Since when he's there, he's in the kitchen. There's the sound of food being made, sizzling and it honestly smells delicious. Did he use the ingredients he found or did he bring his own?? Probably a mixture of the two, based on how close the nearest grocery store was.
But Baren's mistake is that he always makes enough for two. Always.
Which is why his nose is wrinkling even as he hears the door open and he turns his head toward the sound of it, automatically offering:]
Hey, hope you're hungry.
Today, he's apparently done it even though Kashuu isn't home - that was probably poor timing on his part? Or maybe he was just hungry.
Since when he's there, he's in the kitchen. There's the sound of food being made, sizzling and it honestly smells delicious. Did he use the ingredients he found or did he bring his own?? Probably a mixture of the two, based on how close the nearest grocery store was.
But Baren's mistake is that he always makes enough for two. Always.
Which is why his nose is wrinkling even as he hears the door open and he turns his head toward the sound of it, automatically offering:]
Hey, hope you're hungry.
[Baren isn't the only one. Yamato gave Yato an open invitation months and months ago, so it really shouldn't be that surprising to come home and find random people making themselves at home.
The thing is, at the moment, Yamato doesn't actually remember Yato exists. He can dredge up vague recollections when pressed, if Yato's right in front of him, but as far as he knows right now, Baren is the only one who breaks into their apartment on a regular basis.
So it's more startling than it should be, to come home and hear someone in the kitchen when he knows Kashuu won't be home for a while yet. He's tense as he makes his way over to the kitchen, but it's just Baren--and even though his expression falls flat at the sight of him, the way his shoulders relax is far more telling.]
Oh, it's you.
[He tries for an annoyed tone, but honestly, he's in a fairly good mood and Baren's apparently... apparently being nice.
If nothing else, he trusts Baren not to blow up their apartment, it seems, because he turns back to shrug his bag strap over his head, shuffling over to dump it on the floor by his shoes.]
Kiyomitsu won't be home for a while, if you're waiting on him. [He assumes that's who Baren is here for, anyway. It's certainly not for him, right?]
The thing is, at the moment, Yamato doesn't actually remember Yato exists. He can dredge up vague recollections when pressed, if Yato's right in front of him, but as far as he knows right now, Baren is the only one who breaks into their apartment on a regular basis.
So it's more startling than it should be, to come home and hear someone in the kitchen when he knows Kashuu won't be home for a while yet. He's tense as he makes his way over to the kitchen, but it's just Baren--and even though his expression falls flat at the sight of him, the way his shoulders relax is far more telling.]
Oh, it's you.
[He tries for an annoyed tone, but honestly, he's in a fairly good mood and Baren's apparently... apparently being nice.
If nothing else, he trusts Baren not to blow up their apartment, it seems, because he turns back to shrug his bag strap over his head, shuffling over to dump it on the floor by his shoes.]
Kiyomitsu won't be home for a while, if you're waiting on him. [He assumes that's who Baren is here for, anyway. It's certainly not for him, right?]
[Is Yamato home right now?? Kashuu's kind of hoping he is but also kind of hoping he isn't... Because when he walks in through the front door, he walks in carrying... a bag full of Stuff in one hand, and a small cat-sized carrier in the other.
Surprise.]
Yasusadaaa... Yasu, are you here?
[COME MEET NEW FOSTER KITTY. He's black with a little white patch on his forehead and he is the best and cutest thing Kashuu's ever laid eyes on.]
Surprise.]
Yasusadaaa... Yasu, are you here?
[COME MEET NEW FOSTER KITTY. He's black with a little white patch on his forehead and he is the best and cutest thing Kashuu's ever laid eyes on.]
[For better or for worse, Yamato is in fact home...! He's just barely gotten back himself, actually, halfway through his bedroom doorway with his bokuto case still slung over his shoulder. He's too busy thinking about wanting a shower to hear the door opening, but he does hear his name being called, and automatically turns back.]
Hm? Oh hey, welcome--
["back", he starts to stay, but as soon as Kashuu's in his line of sight, he stops. And stares. And basically makes the same face as this icon.]
What is that.
Hm? Oh hey, welcome--
["back", he starts to stay, but as soon as Kashuu's in his line of sight, he stops. And stares. And basically makes the same face as this icon.]
What is that.
[It's time.
It's unfortunately, unfortunately, unfortunately time.
Baren clears his schedule for the next two days just in case, certain that he has enough saved up from the eyepatch nonsense that he wouldn't be terribly inconvenienced by not working for a bit. Then, wordlessly, he breaks into Kashuu and Yamato's apartment when he expects Yamato to be there.
He walks up to him, phone shining to an open page.
His bingo card.
Zoomed in on the "spar with someone" box.]
Let's go, Yamyamtaro. You've been asking for it.
It's unfortunately, unfortunately, unfortunately time.
Baren clears his schedule for the next two days just in case, certain that he has enough saved up from the eyepatch nonsense that he wouldn't be terribly inconvenienced by not working for a bit. Then, wordlessly, he breaks into Kashuu and Yamato's apartment when he expects Yamato to be there.
He walks up to him, phone shining to an open page.
His bingo card.
Zoomed in on the "spar with someone" box.]
Let's go, Yamyamtaro. You've been asking for it.
Edited (i mixed prompts) 2017-07-05 08:19 (UTC)
[You know what's stupid? The fact that people just break into their apartment so often that Yamato doesn't even blink when he hears it happening anymore, that's what's stupid. Between Baren and Yato, Yamato's starting to wonder if it's even worth locking the door... with Yato, at least, Yamato's considered giving him a key, but he has a feeling that even if Baren had one (has one??) he'd just break in anyway.
Yato is still in jail at the moment, so there's only one person it could be, which is why Yamato doesn't even look up from what he's doing right away. He's seated at the kitchen table, working on an assignment, and the sound of approaching footsteps makes him sigh loudly.]
Can't you ever just knock like a normal--
[He's not expecting a phone in his face when he looks up, and he blinks, his eyes taking a second to adjust. Even after he reads it, he blinks again, eyes wide--he's so surprised that for a second, all he can do is point dumbly to himself.]
Seriously?
[HE'S NOT ABOUT TO SAY NO but give him a second okay. He's been asking Baren to fight him for so long that he never actually expected the day to come.]
Yato is still in jail at the moment, so there's only one person it could be, which is why Yamato doesn't even look up from what he's doing right away. He's seated at the kitchen table, working on an assignment, and the sound of approaching footsteps makes him sigh loudly.]
Can't you ever just knock like a normal--
[He's not expecting a phone in his face when he looks up, and he blinks, his eyes taking a second to adjust. Even after he reads it, he blinks again, eyes wide--he's so surprised that for a second, all he can do is point dumbly to himself.]
Seriously?
[HE'S NOT ABOUT TO SAY NO but give him a second okay. He's been asking Baren to fight him for so long that he never actually expected the day to come.]
[WHERE IS YAMATO TODAY. Wherever it is, Kashuu is going to mosey in, looking a little more annoyed than usual somehow...]
Hey, did you hear about this bingo thing?
Hey, did you hear about this bingo thing?
["More annoyed than usual" could mean a lot of things tbh?? Kashuu has very subtle differences but a wide range of annoyed expressions, and Yamato knows pretty much all of them. Thankfully, Kashuu usually starts complaining before he has to guess at the cause, and this time is no different.
He's stretched out on the couch today, mindlessly scrolling through his phone like a true millennial. Sometimes he acts his age... but he'll glance up at that, nodding.]
Yeah. Did you get one too? [He did, because of course he did. THEY'RE STUCK IN THIS TOGETHER and that includes bingo apparently.]
He's stretched out on the couch today, mindlessly scrolling through his phone like a true millennial. Sometimes he acts his age... but he'll glance up at that, nodding.]
Yeah. Did you get one too? [He did, because of course he did. THEY'RE STUCK IN THIS TOGETHER and that includes bingo apparently.]
[IE THE DAWN OF THE HANGOVER...
Baren's skedaddled by now and Kashuu - well. Kashuu would rather pretend nothing that happened this morning actually happened. Denial is one of his strongest defense mechanisms, after all, and it's done him pretty well so far. But there are some things that you just can't push under the rug, and remembering some weird version of dying is definitely one of them.
So regardless of whether or not Yamato's actually waking up or still sleeping like the dead or something in between, Kashuu's just... climbing onto the end of his bed. Scooting his way up. Taking the spot that he'd slept in back when Yamato had a nightmare and he'd kept him company for the night. He lives here now, bye.]
Baren's skedaddled by now and Kashuu - well. Kashuu would rather pretend nothing that happened this morning actually happened. Denial is one of his strongest defense mechanisms, after all, and it's done him pretty well so far. But there are some things that you just can't push under the rug, and remembering some weird version of dying is definitely one of them.
So regardless of whether or not Yamato's actually waking up or still sleeping like the dead or something in between, Kashuu's just... climbing onto the end of his bed. Scooting his way up. Taking the spot that he'd slept in back when Yamato had a nightmare and he'd kept him company for the night. He lives here now, bye.]
[It's "something in between", that's for sure. Kashuu's scream had woken him--there's no way he'd sleep through something like that--but even without a hangover, he'd been groggy enough that Baren managed to shoo him back to bed without much difficulty. For all he knows, Kashuu spilled his favorite nail polish and is still drunk enough to think his life is over.
But a part of him is aware it's not so simple, and he can't fall completely back asleep, not with that sort of scream ringing in his ears. He's drifted off enough that he reacts to Kashuu's presence through pure instinct, automatically shifting close and reaching out for contact, even if it's as simple as a hand on Kashuu's arm.
But sooner rather than later, he's stirring again--it's that strange sense of his, the uncanny ability to tell when something's not right with his loved ones.]
Kiyomitsu...? [It's little more than a mumble as he struggles to open his eyes, pushing his hair haphazardly away from his face. He's momentarily forgotten that Kashuu's probably suffering from post-21st birthday syndrome, but he'll probably remember in short order.]
But a part of him is aware it's not so simple, and he can't fall completely back asleep, not with that sort of scream ringing in his ears. He's drifted off enough that he reacts to Kashuu's presence through pure instinct, automatically shifting close and reaching out for contact, even if it's as simple as a hand on Kashuu's arm.
But sooner rather than later, he's stirring again--it's that strange sense of his, the uncanny ability to tell when something's not right with his loved ones.]
Kiyomitsu...? [It's little more than a mumble as he struggles to open his eyes, pushing his hair haphazardly away from his face. He's momentarily forgotten that Kashuu's probably suffering from post-21st birthday syndrome, but he'll probably remember in short order.]
[Sometime after Baren ushered Yams back to bed and then stepped out to get ingredients to cook food and also some bath bombs - ]
hey
look after him for a while
hangover kicked his ass
made some remedy food
it's in the fridge if you need it too
but don't eat too much it's not for you
hey
look after him for a while
hangover kicked his ass
made some remedy food
it's in the fridge if you need it too
but don't eat too much it's not for you
[Even bath bombs, what a thoughtful friend.
It's a good thing Baren texted after Yamato found out what really happened, though. Kashuu likely would've told him sooner or later, but if he hadn't crawled into bed to seek comfort the way they sometimes do, Yamato would probably still be oblivious now.
But he does know, and while he ultimately feels that Baren made the right choice, he can't quell his initial annoyance entirely.]
I know
he already came and found me
[Which he shouldn't have had to do. Yamato's still feeling pretty guilty about that.]
I think he's just dozing but my room's pretty dark so I'll wake him up and make him eat in a little while
[...]
you should've told me
It's a good thing Baren texted after Yamato found out what really happened, though. Kashuu likely would've told him sooner or later, but if he hadn't crawled into bed to seek comfort the way they sometimes do, Yamato would probably still be oblivious now.
But he does know, and while he ultimately feels that Baren made the right choice, he can't quell his initial annoyance entirely.]
I know
he already came and found me
[Which he shouldn't have had to do. Yamato's still feeling pretty guilty about that.]
I think he's just dozing but my room's pretty dark so I'll wake him up and make him eat in a little while
[...]
you should've told me
[FRYING
(Luckily yams is too much of a grandpa with technology to make fun of other people's typos...)]
I might be for some of it
I planned on checking out the convention, but I don't know if I'll stay for the whole thing
why what's up
(Luckily yams is too much of a grandpa with technology to make fun of other people's typos...)]
I might be for some of it
I planned on checking out the convention, but I don't know if I'll stay for the whole thing
why what's up
are you safe??
[THAT'S ALL HE SAYS because 1. he's shit at texting in the first place and 2. that's what matters the most right now. Why did he see Yato's image on a tapestry, of all places?!]
[THAT'S ALL HE SAYS because 1. he's shit at texting in the first place and 2. that's what matters the most right now. Why did he see Yato's image on a tapestry, of all places?!]
[OR SOMETHING IDK Kashuu would stick around fighting to The End but also i'm tired, it's naptime for monsters and time for emotional destruction instead--
Which is to say HERE HE IS coming back home either to check for Yasusada or to recharge his phone so he can call Yasusada, and instead he nearly trips over Yasusada's DEADASS CORPSE--
Except not, but look. He's dealt with a lot of Bad Scenario cases lately and when he practically stumbles over this stupid figure on the floor, his mind leaps to the worst places automatically.]
Yasusada—?!
[Yeah he's on the floor in a second, frantically scrambling to pick him up...]
Which is to say HERE HE IS coming back home either to check for Yasusada or to recharge his phone so he can call Yasusada, and instead he nearly trips over Yasusada's DEADASS CORPSE--
Except not, but look. He's dealt with a lot of Bad Scenario cases lately and when he practically stumbles over this stupid figure on the floor, his mind leaps to the worst places automatically.]
Yasusada—?!
[Yeah he's on the floor in a second, frantically scrambling to pick him up...]
[welp yams is dead I guess this thread is over good talk]
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