Well, I couldn't join my dojo right away, since my parents wanted to make sure I was really interested in kendo... so I practiced with the other kids in the neighborhood instead. [Mainly he went around hitting them with sticks, good job bitty!Yams.] Kiyomitsu lost, but he was a lot of fun to fight with and he looked pretty hungry, so I brought him back to the bistro--well, I guess it was more of a cafe back then. Anyway, my mom liked him a lot and we ended up going to school together and stuff.
["And stuff" being the part of Kashuu's history that he knows he's not really supposed to talk about. Until Kashuu is willing to open up to him, Yamato will abide by his unspoken wishes, and keep that part of Kashuu's life quiet.
That's apparently the only sort of respect for privacy that he has, though, because--]
Oh! Hold on, I've got something for that.
[AND OFF HE GOES merrily barging into Kashuu's room... when he comes back, he's got a fake flower crown in his hands, and he holds it out to Mikoto.]
Can I measure it with this? It should be the right size. [He doesn't mind trying to measure his own head, but Kashuu's hair isn't even half as poofy as his own, so it'd probably end up falling in his face.]
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["And stuff" being the part of Kashuu's history that he knows he's not really supposed to talk about. Until Kashuu is willing to open up to him, Yamato will abide by his unspoken wishes, and keep that part of Kashuu's life quiet.
That's apparently the only sort of respect for privacy that he has, though, because--]
Oh! Hold on, I've got something for that.
[AND OFF HE GOES merrily barging into Kashuu's room... when he comes back, he's got a fake flower crown in his hands, and he holds it out to Mikoto.]
Can I measure it with this? It should be the right size. [He doesn't mind trying to measure his own head, but Kashuu's hair isn't even half as poofy as his own, so it'd probably end up falling in his face.]