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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.]

[ Real hurt flashes across Yato's face when Yamato stops right in front of him and starts having a conversation with someone else, Yamato what the shit. While he knows that Yamato is sometimes absent-minded, context paints a different picture for Yato.

A slightly rash move: Yato reaches over to grab the phone right out of Yamato's hand. Sorry, Yamato's mom... Yato stares at Yamato's face for a hint of recognition, desperation touching his features. Kashuu remembered. Yamato isn't allowed to forget. ]

[That does get his attention--it's impossible, even for him, to ignore his phone getting yanked directly out of his hand, and he frowns, confused and irritated. It's probably just one of his dumb punk friends messing around, but this is his mom, guys, come on!!]

Hey--!

[It's nothing but the sheer amount of time that he's spent with Yato, a connection built on and strengthened by a mutual passion for the same sorts of things, that triggers any recognition at all. As it is, it takes him a second to focus, and longer than should be necessary for him to understand what, or who, he's looking at. And even then, it's a struggle. Yato's deeply connected to the thing Yamato's built his life around, but if he hadn't been holding something Yamato very much needs right now, the chances of any recognition dawning on his face at all would've been very slim.]

What's that for? I'm talking to mom, you know! [Yato might very well slip right out of existence as soon as Yamato gets his phone back, but for now, Yamato's definitely looking at him, frowning. APOLOGIZE TO HIS MOTHER YOU PUNK]

[ Into the phone, Yato says briskly: ] He'll call you back!

[ And he hangs up... but continues clutching the phone. Yamato is looking at him now, but that brief pause where he nearly didn't is frozen in Yato's mind. Yamato's irritated, and while now is hardly the time for it, Yato finds himself getting a little irritated back. ]

Who am I? Tell me!

A crazy jerk that just hung up on my mom, that's who!

[WHICH ISN'T REALLY AN ANSWER but what the hell, seriously, what the hell.

But there's something about the look on Yato's face, something tense in his demeanor that distracts Yamato from his bewildered ire. So he doesn't reach forward to try and snatch the phone back, but he does cross his arms, frowning.

He knows Yato. Of course he does--at this moment in time, staring directly at him, or rather, at the hand holding his phone. It takes him another second to dredge up his name, but Yamato doesn't consider that weird--there are lots of people he knows in passing, classmates and coworkers and the like. If he concentrates, he can see hazy memories of casual spars, but that's not unusual either. Plenty of his fellow kendo students can only attend classes irregularly, and even he wears his armor properly inside the dojo walls. Yato would probably look more familiar with his gear on, he assumes--either way, he can recall the guy's name, which is apparently what he wants to hear...?]

Yato...? Seriously, what's going on?

[ Yamato answered correctly, but Yato isn't quite satisfied. Something about Yamato's attitude is different from usual. Too slow to bring up Yato's name.

But maybe the individual memories aren't as important. What's important is: ]

We're friends, aren't we?

Uh...

[Is that what this is about? A sudden bout of intense insecurity? Not that Yamato doesn't get it, but this sort of approach isn't really an ideal solution, in his opinion.]

Sure, I guess. [He's softened a little, offering an encouraging smile--trying to make Yato feel better, since he's apparently in need of cheering up.] But I'm sure you have plenty of friends, you know? There's no need to rely on somebody like me for that.

[Or hey, maybe Yato really is just a crazy jerk all the time, but... there's something in his face that stirs a feeling in Yamato's chest. Pity, maybe?]

[ "I guess"? "No need to rely on somebody like me for that"? Yato's chin stiffens, grip tightening on the phone. Taken aback. Yamato sounds like he's being put upon by an acquaintance.

His closest friends are supposed to remember the most, and remember quickly. Yato doesn't understand.

Maybe in a different setting...? He thrusts Yamato's phone back at him. ]

I'm coming by the apartment later.

[In hindsight, whenever hindsight decides to show up, Yamato is going to feel terrible about this. It's obvious his answer isn't what Yato was looking for, and he can't help feeling a little guilty. His memory is quite good, normally--it isn't often that he forgets a face.]

Okay. [To his credit, he doesn't look away from Yato's face as he takes the phone, doesn't instantly turn around and forget about Yato's presence. He's frowning in that way that means he wants to help, but he doesn't know how. Quite honestly, anything more he says from here is likely to make it worse; on some level, even Yamato knows that.

Still, Yato's clearly unhappy, and that's no good.] Are you sure you don't want to come now? You seem kind of upset.

[ Yato's impulse is to say yes, he's sure. Yamato is probably confused and uncomfortable, and Yato hates being the one to make him feel that way. If Yamato ends up forgetting Yato by the time Yato makes his visit, at least he'll have hit some kind of reset button. He can try again and start off on a stronger foot.

Yato is starting to think about his condition in such a calculating way that it's beginning to worry him. What can he get away with? How can he use this to his advantage? It's only been a couple days, and he's already accepted that this is the way things will be. He's never been the type to wallow for too long in misfortune -- he's always had to keep moving to survive. But in moving forward, he leaves so much behind.

What is he leaving behind now?

He chews on his thoughts before answering. ]

I'll come now, if that's where you're going.

Well, I was actually going to my mom's-- [Which he mostly just says because he has no filter, but he lights up as he says it, like he's just had a brilliant idea.] --oh, you should come with me! She makes really good tea, it'll definitely help you feel better.

[Yato's definitely had Yamato's mother's tea before. He should probably call her back and ask if it's okay, but that would require diverting his attention away from Yato, which Yasusada "fixates on things" Yamato doesn't want to do right now. Yamato's family dealt with him dragging weirdos in off the street from kindergarten onward, okay, this is fine.

It's entirely possible that letting Yamato forget, and then reminding him, would help quite a bit. But it doesn't seem like he's about to let that happen; he grabs Yato's hand and tugs him along, using his other hand to type a quick "I'm coming over!" message to his mother, rather than watching where he's going.]

We're over in Tisse, is that okay? I know it's kind of far, but it's a nice walk, really. [Unless Yamato walks them straight into traffic because he's not paying attention or something]

[ Well okay they're holding hands now I guess. People have been holding his hands a lot lately. But it is a sure way to know that he isn't being forgotten in that given moment, so he'll let Yamato lead him along, not quite side by side because that would look a little too weird -- that is, until it looks like Yamato is about to run into a lamppost, at which point Yato tugs him aside just in time. ]

Eyes front, man. You're a walking disaster.

[ Why is he going to the Yasusada house, anyway...? Wasn't he trying to trigger Yamato's memories at his apartment? Yato asks himself these things but still doesn't protest. Truth be told, he isn't too picky about how he spends his time at the moment, as long as it's with Yasu knowing who he is.

Unless Yamato asks any questions, Yato will be largely silent until they reach the Yasusada house. ]

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