[ Yato ignores Cutter's demand... kind of... He compromises by crouching on the fence until he's nearly at Cutter's height. Yato stares at him closely, bright blue eyes boring into Cutter's. ]
Recognize me? 'Cause I've never seen you in my life.
[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.
[ Yato flinches a bit of his own, but keeps crouched on the fence. Staring at Cutter hasn't triggered anything for him the way it's seemed to for Cutter, but sometimes these things take time... He props his cheek on a fist in thought. ]
I might've worn a scarf in my memories. Something was usually around my neck. My hair never felt too long, though...
[ He squints some more at Cutter's face... nope. Still no recognition. ]
Well, I lived for a real long time. And I'm a warrior god, so memory-you sounds like he would've been up my alley. What's your name?
Oh...oh my god... ahahaha, I can't believe it! I seriously can't believe it!
[Okay, the gig is up, Cutter is too busy doubling over and holding his stomach to still play pretend. Wiping some tears out of his eyes he gives Yato a lopsided smile.]
I'm Cutter, or rather Alan Sharpe in this life. Before I got adopted I was Eijirou Kirishima. You look a lot like a teacher in one of my memories if you were ten to twenty years older.
[He grimaces because he now almost feels bad. Still, the resemblance with Aizawa is too funny!]
It wasn't against you, okay? I just got this 'play a prank on an authority figure' square on my bingo sheet and you can't get much more authoritative than a god, right? I always liked my challenges big!
[Not mentioning that he just dialed a number at random here. Making it because Yato is a (self-proclaimed) god should be way nicer, right?]
Besides...
[He trails off and scratches his face.]
You DO look like that person from my memories, who's pretty scary and badass, just so you know. Especially with that frown. And we can't say it's wasted time until we remember more! I've started to get memories of like, 80 percent, of the people I've met through retrospec since I moved here! So it's not that out there either.
[The good mood is gone, and he hates it. He doesn't enjoy or even wants to think about those memories, but if it can help finding some answers... He owes Yato at least that much after using him like that, doesn't he?
Kicking at the dust Cutter shrugs his shoulders, his mouth a thin line.]
I don't. I don't even remember the exact moment it happened, just what that asshole did to my body and that I couldn't act anymore but I could still think and feel and-
[He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath.]
I fucked up big time when it happened. I wanted to help my friends, but it was all so useless-! Even they called me stupid for doing it.
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Recognize me? 'Cause I've never seen you in my life.
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........
[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.
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I might've worn a scarf in my memories. Something was usually around my neck. My hair never felt too long, though...
[ He squints some more at Cutter's face... nope. Still no recognition. ]
Well, I lived for a real long time. And I'm a warrior god, so memory-you sounds like he would've been up my alley. What's your name?
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[Okay, the gig is up, Cutter is too busy doubling over and holding his stomach to still play pretend. Wiping some tears out of his eyes he gives Yato a lopsided smile.]
I'm Cutter, or rather Alan Sharpe in this life. Before I got adopted I was Eijirou Kirishima. You look a lot like a teacher in one of my memories if you were ten to twenty years older.
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[ Why is he laughing. Yato isn't laughing. He gives Cutter a deadass stare. Teaches him to be open-minded, he guesses... ]
And you're wasting my time, why?
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[He grimaces because he now almost feels bad. Still, the resemblance with Aizawa is too funny!]
It wasn't against you, okay? I just got this 'play a prank on an authority figure' square on my bingo sheet and you can't get much more authoritative than a god, right? I always liked my challenges big!
[Not mentioning that he just dialed a number at random here. Making it because Yato is a (self-proclaimed) god should be way nicer, right?]
Besides...
[He trails off and scratches his face.]
You DO look like that person from my memories, who's pretty scary and badass, just so you know. Especially with that frown. And we can't say it's wasted time until we remember more! I've started to get memories of like, 80 percent, of the people I've met through retrospec since I moved here! So it's not that out there either.
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You didn't even know I was a god when you called!
[ NOT BUYING IT, SIR. ]
It's definitely wasted time! My face never got older than this in my memories, even after centuries! Were you a ghost? A customer??
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[He thinks for a moment and then shakes his head.]
Sorry, my memories are still really fractured.
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[ He wasn't expecting an affirmative, to be honest. ]
Do you remember anything after you died?
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[The good mood is gone, and he hates it. He doesn't enjoy or even wants to think about those memories, but if it can help finding some answers... He owes Yato at least that much after using him like that, doesn't he?
Kicking at the dust Cutter shrugs his shoulders, his mouth a thin line.]
I don't. I don't even remember the exact moment it happened, just what that asshole did to my body and that I couldn't act anymore but I could still think and feel and-
[He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath.]
I fucked up big time when it happened. I wanted to help my friends, but it was all so useless-! Even they called me stupid for doing it.