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Don't be a baby, I know you can take a hit.

[PUNK...

Catshuu also jumps up onto the counter without pause because he does what he wants, and he starts immediately climbing up Kashuu's arm like a tree when he reaches over to pluck him off. Writing an ode like this is going to be hard...]

[ROLLING HIS EYES... luckily Yamato left most of the things he needed out on the counter last night, so all he really needs to do is get the chicken out of the fridge. He does, and whacks Kashuu's arm with it as he's walking by... IT'S WRAPPED, BUT STILL COLD AND SLIMY, HA.]

Don't dish what you can't take.

Ew—! Don't be gross, jerk!

[HIS ARM HAS BEEN CHICKEN SLIMED, THIS IS THE WORST... Now he has cold slimy chicken bag residue on one arm and a cat on the other, who is he.]

[And of course Yamato just laughs merrily, because a jerk is EXACTLY WHAT HE IS.]

Aren't you supposed to be writing? Come on, we don't have all day! [Conveniently forgetting that he is ALSO SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING THIS STUPID ODE yams focus]

[It's fine, he'll be the one to point that out...]

You're supposed to be writing, too! Don't think you're getting out of it.

[Writing AND cooking lunch, Yamato has a hard life.]

[He really does, someone remind him why he puts up with this??]

I'm already done! [LIES... or is it. He can be pretty good at bullshitting when he wants to be...] But I'm not going to share until you're done too.

[THE REAL QUESTIONS...]

No it's not. [Making a face!!] And even if it is, you're not done cooking.

[Why is he a brat...

ANYWAY he'll huffily get started on his ode... AND TIMESKIP PROBABLY because bingo time and also cooking isn't exciting when he's too busy to steal stuff from the pan in the first place!!]

—I think I got mine. You?

[Kashuu, do you really wanna be a punk at the person in charge of your food... LEARN YOUR LESSON BEFORE HE SOAKS YOUR CURRY IN SALT.

But yes, Yamato's indeed finished with his... which he came up with in his head because he can't be bothered to waste paper on this nonsense.]

You first.

[HE TRUSTS THAT YAMATO WILL ALWAYS FEED HIM WELL, OKAY...]

Okay, hang on.

[He didn't waste paper either, he just typed it out on his phone. NATURALLY. After dramatically clearing his throat:]

Janet, your eyes are blue.
Your fiance's an asshat.
You probably own a nice nail file, too.
I can respect that.

[nailed it.]

[There's a long pause, which could be attributed to either Yamato focusing on stirring the curry a few more times before he turns off the oven, or Yamato trying not to laugh.]

That's pretty terrible. [HARSH.

But look, his isn't much better... STILL THOUGH he can at least pretend!! So after clearing his throat just as dramatically:]

The sky will once again be blue
because of you, because of you.
The sky is blue, the sky is blue,
because the ocean is blue too.
The sky is blue, the sky is blue,
when cows say "moo", it turns blue.
The sky will be blue because your eyes
are blue too.

[DOES THAT EVEN COUNT]

[THEY'RE BOTH HARSH AT LEAST because Kashuu doesn't even bother trying not to laugh. He just busts his ass up like five lines in...]

Oh my god, that's like, fifty times worse than mine!

[At least his was more ode-like and didn't drag Jim, though?? BUT HEY the square only said it had to be nice to Janet, not to Jim.]

[GOD!! Kashuu is lucky that Yamato has good balance, because aiming a kick at Kashuu's leg while simultaneously scooping rice and curry onto a plate takes MAD SKILLS.]

Shut up, it is not! At least it was longer than a haiku!

Hey! Don't mess around!

[HIS FOOD?! Also his leg, but his food.]

Whatever. All I need to do to make that an ode is repeat it twice or something, it's fine!

[HAVE ANOTHER KICK-- no, just kidding, but it's fine. THEY'RE FINE. It might not be artfully plated, but at least when Yamato brings their food over it's still, y'know. On the plate.]

I guess, if that counts. [He sighs, taking a minute to dig his phone out of his pocket while he shuffles over to get out utensils.] Well, it could be worse, I guess. They could've made all the square about Jim.

Jim probably wanted all of the squares to be about Jim.

[He doesn't like Maurice either, but he's also assuming Maurice is the only reason the entire bingo isn't Jim-centric...

Either way, he'll set his phone aside to reach for his food. FOOD.]

Thank yooou.

[He has manners, at least...]

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you said yes

WHAT

kashuu's suffering is ur fault bc u said yes

oh omg i was so confused.. u demon

CHICKEN CASHEW

AAA god let me live

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