It's less that I think that they want me to use it for anything specific and more that... I don't know, it seems sort of like encouragement, doesn't it? I start remembering the mafia shit, then this shows up... they have to have something to do with all this, with what they offered at that ridiculous pageant.
[Chuuya hums under his breath, considering.]
Either way, I want to know how to use it. Might help me figure some things out. So-- I want you to help me with that, if you can.
[ Encouragement, huh...? They encouraged Anya by giving her visions of performance and granting her a song and dance. She was meant to perform. Is this what Chuuya is meant for?
Yato gazes at the knife for moment longer before exhaling through his nose and folding the coat back up. It's not for him to decide. ]
Yeah, I'll help you. But there's only so much I can teach. There's no substitute for experience.
Practice doesn't really make up for it either, does it-- but I know how to fight already, I think I can manage to pick this up.
[It's something he needs to do, whether he's meant for this or not. He'll keep chasing after it if it seems like it might help him see more, because regardless of what he ends up doing with the information-- he just needs to know.
And if it does turn out to be his calling, well- what's so wrong about following it?]
It's the least I can do. Knives aren't rocket science. You just hafta know the right places to aim for and have the conviction to follow through.
[ Chuuya has already done so much for him. And just because it's there, he picks up the hat and spins it between his palms with a rueful smile. Really, this sense of fashion...
It seems like Chuuya is mafia through and through. Just like Anya is a performer through and through... At what point should Yato stop trying to deny what he might be? Still examining the hat, he tosses out a little too casually: ]
Boss, what would you say if I told you I was a god of war?
I'd say it sounds like one of those urban fantasy novels. You know, modern-day gods doing normal jobs, all that shit. But-
[He hums thoughtfully to himself as he reaches over to pick the hat up and set it on Yato's head, just because. Chuuya studies him for a moment, then laughs under his breath, shaking his head.]
Shit, I break physics, Anya learned new languages overnight... I don't think anything's really out of the question, here. If you told me that's what you remember being, I'd believe you.
[ ... Chuuya speaks sense. If he can walk on ceilings and Anya can switch languages in one day, then really, what's not possible? But Yato frowns and adjusts the hat, which probably... doesn't suit him at all... ]
What if I don't wanna be an anything of war? I like the life I have now.
[It doesn't, but honestly that's part of why Chuuya is leaving it. It's entertaining him, okay.]
...the way I see it? You can either keep seeing these things and try to ignore them and just- carry on like it never happened, or you can deal with what you get the best way you can.
But if you ignore it, it's going to eat at you, especially if you end up dealing with weird new shit you can't just write off.
[ In some ways, it's already eating at him. He doesn't want to be violent, or deal in things that hurt others. It's just what ends up happening, because it's who he is. And now he has this uncanny ability to cut -- with real swords, no less, and he's finding that he likes the sensation far too much. Maybe it's harmless. But truth be told, he feels more free with a blade in his hand than any pen or brush or fistful of cash. It isn't normal. Most people would get dragged into mental institutions for having urges like this.
So even if Chuuya's words make sense, there are misgivings in Yato's dropped gaze. ]
Yeah... I guess you're right. You'd know best, wouldn't you?
[ Because, y'know. Suddenly having to deal with being on the ceiling sometimes. ]
How's that gravity stuff coming along, anyway? You seem to have a pretty good handle on it now.
It's not as good as I want it to be. I'm not getting stuck anymore, but- I remember being better, you know? Guess it still needs more work.
[He pulls the hat back off Yato's head and sets it down, taking a moment to brush it off.]
I'll figure it out.
[Speaking of figuring things out, though-- he pauses there before turning his attention back to Yato.]
And if you need any help working things out on your end, you can talk to me about it, alright? Not like I haven't already laid a lot on you with the shit I remember, so-- fair's fair, and all.
[remembering being a god is pretty big, after all, and if he doesn't want it? Chuuya can't help but be a little concerned about how he'll handle that.]
[ He really does. Yato always tries to figure things out on his own; it's just his way. But knowing he'll have a second opinion when he needs one is comfort enough. Really, Chuuya is too kind to him... ]
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He slowly holds it up against Chuuya. Isn't this definitely too big? Are you gonna grow into it, boss?? ]
Then the question is: do you wanna use a knife like this if that's what Retrospec wants from you? Who would you even be using it on?
[ Please don't do anything that'll get you arrested, Chuuya... ]
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[he sees that, Yato, he sees it...]
It's less that I think that they want me to use it for anything specific and more that... I don't know, it seems sort of like encouragement, doesn't it? I start remembering the mafia shit, then this shows up... they have to have something to do with all this, with what they offered at that ridiculous pageant.
[Chuuya hums under his breath, considering.]
Either way, I want to know how to use it. Might help me figure some things out. So-- I want you to help me with that, if you can.
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Yato gazes at the knife for moment longer before exhaling through his nose and folding the coat back up. It's not for him to decide. ]
Yeah, I'll help you. But there's only so much I can teach. There's no substitute for experience.
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[It's something he needs to do, whether he's meant for this or not. He'll keep chasing after it if it seems like it might help him see more, because regardless of what he ends up doing with the information-- he just needs to know.
And if it does turn out to be his calling, well- what's so wrong about following it?]
Thanks, Yato. I owe you one.
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[ Chuuya has already done so much for him. And just because it's there, he picks up the hat and spins it between his palms with a rueful smile. Really, this sense of fashion...
It seems like Chuuya is mafia through and through. Just like Anya is a performer through and through... At what point should Yato stop trying to deny what he might be? Still examining the hat, he tosses out a little too casually: ]
Boss, what would you say if I told you I was a god of war?
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[He hums thoughtfully to himself as he reaches over to pick the hat up and set it on Yato's head, just because. Chuuya studies him for a moment, then laughs under his breath, shaking his head.]
Shit, I break physics, Anya learned new languages overnight... I don't think anything's really out of the question, here. If you told me that's what you remember being, I'd believe you.
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What if I don't wanna be an anything of war? I like the life I have now.
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...the way I see it? You can either keep seeing these things and try to ignore them and just- carry on like it never happened, or you can deal with what you get the best way you can.
But if you ignore it, it's going to eat at you, especially if you end up dealing with weird new shit you can't just write off.
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So even if Chuuya's words make sense, there are misgivings in Yato's dropped gaze. ]
Yeah... I guess you're right. You'd know best, wouldn't you?
[ Because, y'know. Suddenly having to deal with being on the ceiling sometimes. ]
How's that gravity stuff coming along, anyway? You seem to have a pretty good handle on it now.
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[He pulls the hat back off Yato's head and sets it down, taking a moment to brush it off.]
I'll figure it out.
[Speaking of figuring things out, though-- he pauses there before turning his attention back to Yato.]
And if you need any help working things out on your end, you can talk to me about it, alright? Not like I haven't already laid a lot on you with the shit I remember, so-- fair's fair, and all.
[remembering being a god is pretty big, after all, and if he doesn't want it? Chuuya can't help but be a little concerned about how he'll handle that.]
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[ He really does. Yato always tries to figure things out on his own; it's just his way. But knowing he'll have a second opinion when he needs one is comfort enough. Really, Chuuya is too kind to him... ]
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Boss! I'm gonna bring a big old rump roast tomorrow. You can practice on it, and then afterward we can cook it right up!
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[THAT TOOK A TURN... Chuuya blinks once, twice, staring at him. He didn't expect this to suddenly turn into cooking plans??
Practice is practice though, he supposes-- and more importantly, food is food.]
-yeah, sure. If you think it'll work for practice, I'll give just about anything a shot.
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Alright! Two birds with one stone. It'll be my treat.
[ He'll whip up something nice!! Time to show off for the boss man... ]