I bought all of 'em. Splitting a family up is no good, y'know?
[But really he's just a meme-loving fuck at heart... Trust him with fashion but know that he has lapses where he thinks things like emoji pillows are so awful that they loop back around to being cute.
Either way, he doesn't seem too torn up about losing one... He'll gladly hand it over.]
[ Does he have to question Kashuu's aesthetic sense all over again...
He takes the pillow, and the same as before, he tosses it in front of him. More confident now, he swings once, twice -- the pillow splits into halves, then into quarters before falling to the ground in a mess of eviscerated fluff. Unsurprisingly, the cuts aren't as clean this time... but from the way Yato is frowning and staring at the quartered pillow, maybe he expected otherwise. ]
Not sharp enough...? [ He mutters mostly to himself. ]
It's fine, it's fine. He's dying for a good cause.
[Okay, Kashuu...
But there it goes, goodbye pillow. And goodbye Kashuu for a hot second, because of course he can't watch someone slice-and-dice things with such finesse and not end up dealing with a memory fresh from samurai hell.
Granted, it's very-- blurry? Vague? He's swept away for a brief moment, into some dark and cramped building that he can't discern any details of. There are people around him yelling, swinging swords, but one person - someone, whose face he can't see, whose name he doesn't remember - is hacking away at them effortlessly. Steel slides through flesh like it had slid through paper and cloth just moments before, and the person seems to possess an almost inhuman grace as he moves.
It's a little more disturbing when it's blood and guts hitting the floor rather than pillow stuffing, but to his credit, Kashuu's dang fast at adapting and it only takes him a couple of seconds to shake himself out of the post-hallucinomemory haze.]
—That sounds like an insult, somehow.
[And he even has it in him to be offended! Good work, team.]
[ Yato notices none of that flashbacking at all, good job Kashuu. Were you a ninjato in another life??
For lack of a less awkward way to stand around with an extremely sharp sword in an enclosed space without accidentally stabbing something when he turns, Yato rests the back of the blade against his shoulder. ]
Don't you worry your fashionable little head about it.
[ He's not insulting your sword, Kashuu... just saying it's disappointing. That's all. ]
Maybe you know how to use this thing too. You should give it a try.
[Yes, yes he was, and he still does dang good at it.
Anyway, while Yato's busy posing like an anime, Kashuu is busy eying him like he's still vaguely offended. His fashionable head is very worried?? Somehow it seems like an extra insult since apparently he's becoming soul-voodoo-bonded to this sword.]
I can't ignore something like that. [HIS PRIDE!! But then he just ignores it anyway so he can shake his head at the thought of stabbing another emoji pillow. One sacrifice is enough...]
Swordsmanship isn't really my thing these days. I'll pass.
[ Don't call him out on his terminal anime, he can't help it...
Yato doesn't really get it. It's a cool sword, and honestly, playing fruit ninja with it is a great feeling. An addictive feeling... He'd love to have a sword like this of his own, as much trouble as it might be to keep it away from unwanted eyes. But whatever, it's Kashuu's business. As long as Yato can pester Kashuu into letting him borrow it every once in a while, it's fine. ]
Suit yourself.
[ And finally he'll put the sword back on the table where he found it... Also he slides over and pats a new addition to the kitchen: a small slow cooker, possibly familiar to Kashuu as another yard sale item. ]
[If anyone's going to call him out on his terminal anime, should it not be another terminal anime!!
In any case, considering Yato was so careful with it, Kashuu will probably actually let him borrow it again... A Fool. He kind of drifts over to where it's set once Yato puts it back down, even though he's immediately distracted by that slow cooker he didn't notice earlier. Someone here sure is better at yard sale shopping than this moron...]
Yours? [A SIGH.] What, are we gonna need to set up a Yato drawer in the fridge for you now, too? Clear out a little space in the cupboard?
[He says it like a punk, but he'd also actually do this?! Mostly because he does not like Discord In His Kitchen and he's resigned himself to the fact that Yatos will just mosey wherever they mosey.]
[ Well good because one simply does not offer things to Yato without being prepared to get taken up. Yato pauses and looks at Kashuu with widening eyes. Ignoring Kashuu's tone in favor of hearing what he wants to hear... ]
... Can we? That'd be great. My stuff gets everywhere.
[ look he even agrees with your sentiment kashuu ]
[A LONG PAUSE... The kind of pause in which it's entirely possible that Kashuu's soul has aged another 100 years.]
Y'know? Sure. Whatever. I'll make a space in our hall closet too since your outfit's in there anyway. Just don't start spilling into the surrounding spaces or I'll throw all your stuff in the trash.
[Even though he wouldn't really... He's an asshole sometimes but not that much of an asshole.]
[ Any joe schmoe can help Kashuu regain memories, but helping him regain old man age is a Yato specialty. He breaks into a wide smile. His stuff ends up getting everywhere by osmosis, but at heart he is a tidy soul... ]
Yahoo! Spasiba! In exchange, you guys can help yourself to whatever's sitting in the cooker!
[ He'd be making this offer anyway but now it seems more legit, whatever. ]
I guess I'd better start looking into recipes. I've never used a slow cooker, y'know! Da svidahnia!
[ Bye... Leaving for the library... He'll be back later with a head full of research and arms full of ingredients and shiny new tools to stuff into his shiny new cubby space. This will probably happen a lot from now on, no takebacks etc. etc. ]
[IT'S TRUE... No one else makes him age quite as quickly as Yato, truly that's a gift.
Speaking of, he'll just age another 1000 years as Yato moseys off. He's left feeling like he signed a contract with some evil space-hoarding entity somehow?!]
Don't make me regret being so generous—!
[CALLING OUT AFTER YATO AS HE FLEES...
He's a fool. A fool. But at least Yato scored +1 cubby space to store things in without any risk of his stuff being chucked, because Kashuu is a good bean at heart.]
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When comes back with the pillow, Yato makes a face... He remembers those godawful pillows from the Wolf yard sale. ]
You actually bought one of those?
[ He will gladly destroy it. Give it here... ]
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[But really he's just a meme-loving fuck at heart... Trust him with fashion but know that he has lapses where he thinks things like emoji pillows are so awful that they loop back around to being cute.
Either way, he doesn't seem too torn up about losing one... He'll gladly hand it over.]
that was the worst edit lmfao
[ Does he have to question Kashuu's aesthetic sense all over again...
He takes the pillow, and the same as before, he tosses it in front of him. More confident now, he swings once, twice -- the pillow splits into halves, then into quarters before falling to the ground in a mess of eviscerated fluff. Unsurprisingly, the cuts aren't as clean this time... but from the way Yato is frowning and staring at the quartered pillow, maybe he expected otherwise. ]
Not sharp enough...? [ He mutters mostly to himself. ]
I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE im laughing
[Okay, Kashuu...
But there it goes, goodbye pillow. And goodbye Kashuu for a hot second, because of course he can't watch someone slice-and-dice things with such finesse and not end up dealing with a memory fresh from samurai hell.
Granted, it's very-- blurry? Vague? He's swept away for a brief moment, into some dark and cramped building that he can't discern any details of. There are people around him yelling, swinging swords, but one person - someone, whose face he can't see, whose name he doesn't remember - is hacking away at them effortlessly. Steel slides through flesh like it had slid through paper and cloth just moments before, and the person seems to possess an almost inhuman grace as he moves.
It's a little more disturbing when it's blood and guts hitting the floor rather than pillow stuffing, but to his credit, Kashuu's dang fast at adapting and it only takes him a couple of seconds to shake himself out of the post-hallucinomemory haze.]
—That sounds like an insult, somehow.
[And he even has it in him to be offended! Good work, team.]
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For lack of a less awkward way to stand around with an extremely sharp sword in an enclosed space without accidentally stabbing something when he turns, Yato rests the back of the blade against his shoulder. ]
Don't you worry your fashionable little head about it.
[ He's not insulting your sword, Kashuu... just saying it's disappointing. That's all. ]
Maybe you know how to use this thing too. You should give it a try.
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Anyway, while Yato's busy posing like an anime, Kashuu is busy eying him like he's still vaguely offended. His fashionable head is very worried?? Somehow it seems like an extra insult since apparently he's becoming soul-voodoo-bonded to this sword.]
I can't ignore something like that. [HIS PRIDE!! But then he just ignores it anyway so he can shake his head at the thought of stabbing another emoji pillow. One sacrifice is enough...]
Swordsmanship isn't really my thing these days. I'll pass.
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Yato doesn't really get it. It's a cool sword, and honestly, playing fruit ninja with it is a great feeling. An addictive feeling... He'd love to have a sword like this of his own, as much trouble as it might be to keep it away from unwanted eyes. But whatever, it's Kashuu's business. As long as Yato can pester Kashuu into letting him borrow it every once in a while, it's fine. ]
Suit yourself.
[ And finally he'll put the sword back on the table where he found it... Also he slides over and pats a new addition to the kitchen: a small slow cooker, possibly familiar to Kashuu as another yard sale item. ]
By the way, I'm leaving this here.
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In any case, considering Yato was so careful with it, Kashuu will probably actually let him borrow it again... A Fool. He kind of drifts over to where it's set once Yato puts it back down, even though he's immediately distracted by that slow cooker he didn't notice earlier. Someone here sure is better at yard sale shopping than this moron...]
Yours? [A SIGH.] What, are we gonna need to set up a Yato drawer in the fridge for you now, too? Clear out a little space in the cupboard?
[He says it like a punk, but he'd also actually do this?! Mostly because he does not like Discord In His Kitchen and he's resigned himself to the fact that Yatos will just mosey wherever they mosey.]
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... Can we? That'd be great. My stuff gets everywhere.
[ look he even agrees with your sentiment kashuu ]
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Y'know? Sure. Whatever. I'll make a space in our hall closet too since your outfit's in there anyway. Just don't start spilling into the surrounding spaces or I'll throw all your stuff in the trash.
[Even though he wouldn't really... He's an asshole sometimes but not that much of an asshole.]
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Yahoo! Spasiba! In exchange, you guys can help yourself to whatever's sitting in the cooker!
[ He'd be making this offer anyway but now it seems more legit, whatever. ]
I guess I'd better start looking into recipes. I've never used a slow cooker, y'know! Da svidahnia!
[ Bye... Leaving for the library... He'll be back later with a head full of research and arms full of ingredients and shiny new tools to stuff into his shiny new cubby space. This will probably happen a lot from now on, no takebacks etc. etc. ]
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Speaking of, he'll just age another 1000 years as Yato moseys off. He's left feeling like he signed a contract with some evil space-hoarding entity somehow?!]
Don't make me regret being so generous—!
[CALLING OUT AFTER YATO AS HE FLEES...
He's a fool. A fool. But at least Yato scored +1 cubby space to store things in without any risk of his stuff being chucked, because Kashuu is a good bean at heart.]