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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[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.