[Cutter frowns up at him, trying to shake the uncomfortable feeling that there really is something that feels familiar with this situation. He can't tell if it's Yato specifically or something in their circumstances as a whole, but he can feel the faintest echoes of a sense of deja-vu knocking on the back of his head.]

........

[He squints hard, accidentally ending up glaring harshly up at Yato with his dark eyes. No, he is pretty sure that he hasn't seen this guy ever before - neither in real nor in one of his memories - but... Piercing eyes. A somewhat hobo black outfit and... a scarf... Wait, shouldn't it be more than one?! Black hair?!]

OH SHIT!!

[He stumbles back with a flinch and ends up coughing because he just chocked on his own spit while keeping himself from blurting out what just crossed his mind.]

.....you- You ever got some longer hair?! Or something like a long light-colored floating scarf or ribbon or something?! Cause if you do...

[He trails off and brushes his shoulder-long black hair back so that it's fully out of his eyes, not quite managing to hide his amused disbelief completely. The urge to burst out laughing is hard to resist because Yato does resemble the teacher-guy he remembers from his hallucimemories, fuck!]

I have a different hairstyle in my memory. The ages between the two of us might be off too. Memory-me is more of the shouty, rowdy sort and I get a feeling he was in the protection-business even though it feels more like it was yelling and fights for the most part. I used my body as a shield.