[He'll just stress the answer that they both know...
GOD, THOUGH. Now he's regretting letting this punk poke through his bag at all, but he's guessing (and is miraculously right) that there won't be any other unfortunate surprises in there. How bad can his luck be??]
50% what? [He only needs to get a glimpse at the logo before He Knows, though. The question is immediately followed with:] Ugh, I'm gonna break his nose before I break his heart.
[Kashuu needs more troll friends, is what you're saying here]
Aww, don't be mean. He bought you a gift and everything! [Says the guy who is actually under the impression this is a legit crush that just went way off the mark with Kashuu's interests, oops.] What are you going to give him for White Day?
[Yams nobody does White Day in recolle why are you a weeb]
[Meanwhile Kashuu just assumes that Yamato is being a SHITPUNK AS HE ALWAYS IS.]
If he was gonna waste his money, he should have at least gotten me something I'd like. Or eat.
[ANYTHING BUT A CANDY G-STRING. What a waste, what a waste... Anyway, after collecting the candy pieces and the ruined g-string, he'll go dump them into the trash, wash his hands, and carry on with dinner prep. Time to put that mess behind him!]
Who even buys gifts for White Day here? That's not a thing.
Maybe he wanted his gift to stand out. [Well it sure... did that...
But since the bag isn't interesting anymore, Yamato's done with his skunklin' and, after taking the box with the pink hearts, he plops down on the couch and throws his feet over the arm of it. These are his too now apparently... he's not gonna touch the fancy gift box until later, because... JUST BECAUSE.]
So? We're Japanese, we can make it a thing! [He says, in Japanese, because he is indeed a shitpunk.]
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[He'll just stress the answer that they both know...
GOD, THOUGH. Now he's regretting letting this punk poke through his bag at all, but he's guessing (and is miraculously right) that there won't be any other unfortunate surprises in there. How bad can his luck be??]
50% what? [He only needs to get a glimpse at the logo before He Knows, though. The question is immediately followed with:] Ugh, I'm gonna break his nose before I break his heart.
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Aww, don't be mean. He bought you a gift and everything! [Says the guy who is actually under the impression this is a legit crush that just went way off the mark with Kashuu's interests, oops.] What are you going to give him for White Day?
[Yams nobody does White Day in recolle why are you a weeb]
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If he was gonna waste his money, he should have at least gotten me something I'd like. Or eat.
[ANYTHING BUT A CANDY G-STRING. What a waste, what a waste... Anyway, after collecting the candy pieces and the ruined g-string, he'll go dump them into the trash, wash his hands, and carry on with dinner prep. Time to put that mess behind him!]
Who even buys gifts for White Day here? That's not a thing.
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But since the bag isn't interesting anymore, Yamato's done with his skunklin' and, after taking the box with the pink hearts, he plops down on the couch and throws his feet over the arm of it. These are his too now apparently... he's not gonna touch the fancy gift box until later, because... JUST BECAUSE.]
So? We're Japanese, we can make it a thing! [He says, in Japanese, because he is indeed a shitpunk.]
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[He says now, but he's probably done the former for the sake of standing out in fashion more than once...
ANYWAY, over the sound of Chopping Things Up (and in English, because he refuses to play Yamato's punk games):]
No way. I never liked White Day, anyway.
[WHO'S SURPRISED BY THAT.]