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[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.]

[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...]

[It's okay because Kashuu also hasn't told Yamato about his GOOD WORK TEAM.

Anyway, over he goes to rudely ruffle Yamato's already massive bedhead so it's even more poofy. He'll regret that in a hot second when he remembers he's probably going to be the one brushing it back out...]

I saaaid we're going to the beach! C'mon, get up, get up. If you don't change, I'll just drag you there in your pajamas.

Oi...

[A halfhearted complaint, because even if Kashuu's gonna fix the poofy mess he just created, it's still annoying!! But apparently not enough to bother batting him away, yams pls.

The damage has been done, though. He's awake enough that he might as well just get up now, so he grumbles as he pushes himself into something of a sitting position and rubs his eyes. Soon it'll be too hot to even wear pajamas to bed, but for now he's still comfy in sweatpants and a t-shirt, which is appropriate beach clothing? Kashuu??]

What, d'you have a photoshoot or something? [Yams there's this thing called "vacations", ever heard of them]

[In what world is that acceptable beach clothing! No!! He will not be seen with someone dressed so shabbily!]

Hah? Why would I take you along if I had a shoot? [Unless it's to be his gopher or equipment mule, which... fair enough, happens pretty often. BUT NO.]

We're just going for a nice, relaxing morning. After all of that crazy stuff earlier, we deserve it, y'know?

[IT IS DEFINITELY ACCEPTABLE BEACH CLOTHING WHAT THE HECK... luckily he's either too sleepy to argue or too surprised by the proposal to make this argument, since he just blinks at Kashuu, processing this suggestion.]

Huh... I didn't realize how close to summer it was. [He's almost 21 and a half!! Soon the outside will match the grandpa inside ~~lol~~] If you put it like that, I guess I can't say no.

[Not that he would've anyway because Kashuu is way too spoiled and gets his way most of the time anyway, but shh. He yawns, but he manages to shuffle out of bed instead of rolling off onto the floor, so that's a good sign.]

Did you pack already? [Since he knows Kashuu will want to bring 1500 things, like 8 different kinds of sunscreen and adorable beach towels and his ugly hat, etc etc]

[NOT FASHIONABLE ENOUGH!!

But yes good, he's successful... as usual... Why does Yamato let him get his way so often, honestly? He complains about how spoiled Kashuu is but he's like 80% of the contributing factors there!!]

Right? It feels like it was just winter... [But no, they've been stuck with Retrospec for almost 2 whole seasons.

He'll step back once Yamato makes his way out of bed though, bounding over to the door.]

Yep! I packed last night after I decided I wanted to go to the beach today.

[why]

[Two whole seasons, or 12 seasons if you're in the world of fashion, it seems?? Yamato's convinced that next time he goes to the mall they'll have next year's winter fashions out already.

AND LOOK... look... Kashuu is definitely way too spoiled but it always seems fine in the moment!! Even if Kashuu knows he's too cute for his own good and uses this power for evil, that doesn't negate his cuteness, okay. And a cute Kashuu is too hard for Yamato to resist the majority of the time, especially when it's a nice, simple idea like this.]

Did you even sleep? [Says Yamato, who probably made an early dinner and then slept for ten hours straight. WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY KASHUU. He'll zombie shuffle over to the dresser with his messy pompom hair, though, carelessly digging through his clothes. He has swim shorts in there somewhere...]

[The world of fashion is a mysterious one...

AND THAT'S HOW HE GETS YOU, that's the fuel his evil empire runs on!! Granted, the exact reverse is true, too... Yamato gets away with more than Kashuu's usual threshold allows because he's a sucker for those puppy eyes, lord help him.]

Duh! I have to get my beauty rest.

[But he still went to bed late and woke up at ass o'clock, as he does... How he has all this energy is a mystery even to him.]

Your hair's really a mess today...

[THE FACE WINS EVERY TIME thanks for giving him all your chocolate and stuff all the time shoecash, you're the best.

And extremely similar situations to this have happened more than once, so Yamato just grunts in response, tossing a different T-shirt onto the bed. IT'S CLEAN AND UNWRINKLED, that + hoodie is the best Kashuu is going to get out of him unless he wants to pick out Yamato's beach outfit himself.

But even if he does, that's got to be put on pause when Yamato's fingers brush against something metallic and oddly shaped. He pauses, frowning--he may not care very much about his clothes, but he actually does a pretty good job of keeping his things organized. And since he isn't huge on cute accessories, it's pretty easy to keep all the stuff he does have contained to the bathroom, so there's no reason for any of it to have made its way into his drawer.

He never would've expected what he actually pulls out, and if he wasn't fully awake before, he is now. His eyes widen in surprise as he holds the pin up, automatically turning towards Kashuu, because, well. Where else would it have come from?]

How did you know?

[He was almost about to mosey out of the room to fetch a brush (apparently deciding that that'll be his chosen battle, rather than trying to tackle Yamato's hair) when the pin is held out. Between the time Yamato mentioned that vision and now, so many wildass things have happened that he doesn't immediately draw the connection...]

What? [How'd he know? How'd he know what?? BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY--] That's super cute... Where'd you even get that?

[And in he crowds to peer at it more closely...]

Huh? Isn't it from you?

[THIS AGAIN... except where the omamori is something vaguely generic that anybody could've guessed he'd want, this is an exact replica of what he saw in his dream. He doesn't remember describing it to Kashuu this clearly, but it's perfectly plausible that he did.]

It's just like the one you gave me in that dream I told you about, remember? [The one he mentioned right before Kashuu told him he'd had a dream about them discussing a beach trip... SUSPICIOUS?!]

Mm? [GIVE HIM A SECOND... Ah, right. Back when they were first starting to get these weird bouts of hallucinomemory things. BACK WHEN HE COULD PRETEND THINGS WERE NORMAL. Back before he was heckin' attached to his dang sword like a voodoo gremlin.]

Just like it... Are you sure? [Holding a hand out to take it so he can inspect it for himself!] I've definitely never seen this before.

[Yamato's explanation was pretty dang vague. "Pink flower"... Well, this one is pretty cute, at least.]

[Embrace your voodoo gremlin identity Kashuu... and also tell Yamato about it while you're at it please okay thanks]

I'm positive. I remember thinking you made it by hand, too. [And indeed, it has that handmade quality to it, like something you'd find in an Etsy shop rather than the discount rack at Claire's.] Are you sure you didn't get it during one of your online sale sprees?

[IT WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME... #burglarmasksnever4get]

[No and no.]

Yeah, I don't remember seeing this at all. And if I did, I'd have totally just gotten it for myself.

[CUTE THINGS ARE WASTED ON YAMATO. Mostly that's just a joke though, because he's slightly discomforted by the timing of what he can only assume is another Retrospec gift.]

[Ugh!!

...But yeah okay it's true, this isn't something Yamato would even look at twice in a store. If not for all the weirdness surrounding this dang pin, he probably would've just been like "huh, how'd this get here" and thrown it away.

The joke actually works to relax him a little bit, though. Maybe it's just the lingering sense of relief at being large again that's making him mellow, but he rolls his eyes, even as he holds it out with a smile.]

Well, here. Do what you want with it, then. [Because let's be real, he's not going to put it in his own hair?? Kashuu can if he wants to, but it won't affect Yamato's life any if he decides to keep it for himself.]

[After reaching out to take it, he toys with it for a few seconds, flipping it around between his fingers and looking it over. Hm.]

...I'll use it after you fix your hair. It's too much of a mess to do anything with right now.

[MAYBE HE'D KEEP IT if it were a normal pin, but neither of them are that lucky!!]

Why me?

[Maybe because it's your own hair, yams...

But that seems to be the extent of his whining, since Yasusada "actual child" Yamato turns back to his dresser to dig out a pair of shorts. They're not actually swim trunks, but he doesn't plan on actually going swimming, so they'll do.

BETTER AVERT YOUR PURE EYES PEANUT though it's probably not surprising when he shuffles on over towards his desk to look at the computer clock, tugging his nightshirt off as he goes... what is modesty can you eat it]

It's probably going to be crowded down there... what time is it, anyway?

"Why me"? What, did you forget how to brush your own hair?

[HE SAYS as if he wouldn't brush it out for him if asked, even now...

Either way that isn't surprising at all because they're ever polar opposites, with Kashuu literally concerned Yamato will one day just go get the mail without a shirt or something while he himself still wraps his full body up in a towel when he has to go between the bathroom and his bedroom when showering. Some things never change...]

It shouldn't be that crowded... I think it's only like, 11?

[It's actually closer to 10, who even wakes up this early on the weekend.]

[Who says he doesn't get the mail without a shirt when you're not home, peanut!!

On the bright side, it's not something Yamato has ever felt the need to tease Kashuu about, so it's not a big deal on either end. He does glance at Kashuu curiously as he changes, though, figuring it's not worth tackling his hair until the easy stuff has been dealt with.]

You aren't worried about tonight? [Since it takes a thousand years to wash sand off and salt water isn't good for the hair... assuming Kashuu goes in the water, which he very well might not. Loser.]

[He is indeed not planning on actually going into the water... Not more than ankle or knee deep, anyway.]

What about it? It's not my prom, I'm just there to chaperone.

[As if that ever stops him from trying to steal the show...]

[So he thinks.]

Yeah, but you always want to look nice for that stuff. ["That stuff" and yeah, to be fair, Kashuu wants to look nice every day, but ~events~ are on a whole different level.] You're going to smell like sunscreen.

If you don't think I'm gonna take a two hour shower after we get back, I don't know what to tell you.

[SCRUBBIN OFF EVERYTHING and bathing in froofy shower gels until he no longer stinks like chemical coconuts.]

A-ny-way! It's cute that you're worried about how nice I'll look, but I can handle it.

There won't be enough time for that!

[How long does he think they're gonna stay out there, A MYSTERY. But he rolls his eyes as he grabs his hairbrush, haphazardly dragging it through the pompom in some semblance of "brushing".]

I'm not worried, I just don't want to deal with you having a meltdown because the water dried out your hair or something. [HE'S TRYING TO BE TSUN but nobody's fooled yams, give it up.

What he actually gives up on is his dang hair, spending about thirty whole seconds brushing it before he snags one of the 9287359275 hair ties he has and throwing it up into the usual ponytail.]

Alright, I'm done.

[Yeah the look he gives Yamato after that is one that says exactly that... How long do you think we're gonna stay out there, his judgmental eyes say, but he won't voice it at least.]

I'm not gonna actually dunk my head in the ocean, idiot.

[GOD. But he'll step over once Yamato's done with his .5 seconds of hair taming, moving to stand in front of him. He brushes his bangs one way first, and then the other.]

Hm...

[Squinting in a highly scrutinizing manner... THIS ISN'T ROCKET SCIENCE KASHUU.]

prom dayyy

YAAAAA

POKES YAMS IN THE EYES

what is this cruelty wtf

i was overcome by the urge

aki's demon nature showing itself again

why do you say these cruel things

the truth hurts

heckin rude

he feeds off his ability to make yams Tired

not unlike a vampire

appropriate

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