Ow— You jerk! [RUDE AS HELL. He doesn't reach for his sword again, but he will reach out to cuff Yato in the arm that - if it makes contact - will be pretty much equivalent to Yato's punch in ... punchitude. Punchness??]
I'd say this is yours on every level now. Otherwise, it'd just be a lethal version of one of those couples' remote vibrators.
[ You know. The ones that you can control through a phone app or whatever. Why did Yato's mind go here. I don't know, but here at least he's offering the sword back to Kashuu. ]
[Talking to Yato exhausts him and makes him age at the speed of light...
Either way, he snatches the blade back, looking scandalized.]
Why's that the first comparison you make?! You're so weird! Geez... What were you even doing, anyway? Don't just go around picking up random weapons you see lying around!
[He almost asks himself something truly foolish: how does Yamato put up with this guy? But then he remembers they're both exhausting, so in the presence of each other, maybe that exhaustion just cancels itself out...]
Okay - first off, yes? Who wouldn't ignore it. And even if you didn't, why not just look at it or wait until the owner came home? If you cut your thumb clean off- [Because HE COULD FEEL THAT LITTLE SLICE, TOO.] -no one would have been here to smack a hot frying pan against it to stop the bleeding.
[Don't make him have to be the one to dispose of a bleed-out by missing thumb body, Yato.]
Second, if you're gonna eat our fruit, just use the paring knife you complete maniac.
C'mon. You saw that sword and didn't feel the slightest urge to try it out on something? You're full of it.
[ Yato sure is projecting... Also it's good to see that Kashuu has accepted that Yato is going to eat their food and now has such modest hopes as "please do it in a sane way". ]
If you didn't want anyone checking out your fancy sword, you should've put it somewhere out of sight. So? What're you planning to do with it?
[The tone here implies "because I'm not nuts like you obviously are", but he'll mercifully leave it implied and not directly said... He's said good bye to his food while Yato is around and he'll also say good bye to the notion that his direct insults will do anything outside of earning him insults right back.]
Anyway, I was just on my way out to find a comfortable case to put it in. I've been keeping it out of sight, y'know? But I took it out for like, five seconds. How was I supposed to know you'd just appear when I did? What, d'you have some sixth sense for freaky swords?
[ It was a rhetorical question, but there might be some truth there. Weird weapons just keep popping up around him? And he felt something when he was swinging that sword around. Something that made him want to keep going, in pursuit of an intangible feeling... ]
Hey, let me swing that sword around a little more. It'd be a shame to keep it stuffed in a closet.
[If Yasusada had caught wind of his freakyass sword, he's sure he wouldn't have heard the end of it... "Why is it in the closet?" "It should be out here being used!" On and on... The struggles of living with a total kendo nut.
BUT IN ANY CASE, he's not immediately shooting Yato down either, if only because he actually seems to be taking this somewhat seriously and lately in Recolle, that means Something's Up.]
—If I let you, d'you promise not to cut up anything valuable or try running away with it or something? I'll be able to find you if you do, and I'll come kick your ass.
[He won't actually since he's not 100% tied to his sword yet, but it sounds like a pretty real threat...]
[ Yato lifts an eyebrow at the Yasusada comment as if to say, "So what if I am?" But he is asking Kashuu for a favor, so maybe challenging him about it isn't the smartest move right now. He'll also refrain from looking doubtful about Kashuu kicking his ass, even if the urge is. just so strong. ]
I promise. I'm not interested in running around with a sword in broad daylight and getting arrested.
[ He... wipes his hands on his pants... before holding a hand back out for the sword. ]
[Yato, truly exercising all of his self-restraint right now...
Kashuu gives him a somewhat scrutinizing look, but he even wiped his palms off and everything! With the promise of dry hands instead of gross sweaty ones, he'll hold the blade back out hilt-first.]
Good, 'cause I'm not about to bail you out. Be careful with it, okay? I don't wanna get hurt.
[How heckin weird that his life has now led to a place where someone hitting an inanimate object can actually feel like a Real Punch. Set him free from this anime.]
[ That does sound really freakin' surreal but Yato's seen the effects of punching Kashuu's sword firsthand so yeah... yeah. He takes the sword and holds it with a bit more care than before. ]
Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
[The care is appreciated, enough that Kashuu won't even gripe at him for RUMMAGING THROUGH THEIR STUFF or swinging around blades in their apartment!! And he'll step back too, because yeah. He sure doesn't want to find that out, either.
It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
[ Yato turns toward Kashuu and rubs the back of his head in possibly the worst approximation of modesty you'll ever see. ]
Teehee, I dunno! I guess I'm a natural!
[ He really doesn't have an explanation, other than to say that he felt like he'd be able to do it, so he did it. Maybe this is what they call talent! ]
What did it feel like? Is it fun getting swung around?
[ cuz he will swing this sword around for as long as Kashuu lets him, make no mistake ]
[WHY IS YATO THIS WAY immediately ruining all of the awe and respect Kashuu had for him! For like, two seconds!!
Anyway, for the other question--]
...It's kinda hard to describe. It's weird? But it doesn't feel... as weird as I thought it would, I guess.
["Unfamiliar" is the word he's looking for here... It doesn't feel as unfamiliar as it should which is like ten kinds of weird. EITHER WAY, he won't take his blade back just yet because there's something else he wants to see.]
Wait right there.
[And away he goes!! Only to come back holding an awful meme pillow... Any one, pick your poison.]
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.]
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Why's that your first reaction!?
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[ But whatever. Also, ignoring that question. ]
That's weird. Are you supposed to be "one with your sword" or some hokey bullcrap?
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[That's the kind of stuff his weeby roommate is into?!]
It's not even mine. I mean, it's mine, but Retrospec gave it to me.
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[ You know. The ones that you can control through a phone app or whatever. Why did Yato's mind go here. I don't know, but here at least he's offering the sword back to Kashuu. ]
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Either way, he snatches the blade back, looking scandalized.]
Why's that the first comparison you make?! You're so weird! Geez... What were you even doing, anyway? Don't just go around picking up random weapons you see lying around!
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[ Clearly!! What else does one do in this day and age when presented with a sword. Haven't you ever played Fruit Ninja. ]
If someone leaves a sword lying out in the open, I'd say that sword is fair game. What do you expect me to do? Ignore it?
[ Dumb. What a dumb idea. ]
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Okay - first off, yes? Who wouldn't ignore it. And even if you didn't, why not just look at it or wait until the owner came home? If you cut your thumb clean off- [Because HE COULD FEEL THAT LITTLE SLICE, TOO.] -no one would have been here to smack a hot frying pan against it to stop the bleeding.
[Don't make him have to be the one to dispose of a bleed-out by missing thumb body, Yato.]
Second, if you're gonna eat our fruit, just use the paring knife you complete maniac.
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[ Yato sure is projecting... Also it's good to see that Kashuu has accepted that Yato is going to eat their food and now has such modest hopes as "please do it in a sane way". ]
If you didn't want anyone checking out your fancy sword, you should've put it somewhere out of sight. So? What're you planning to do with it?
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[The tone here implies "because I'm not nuts like you obviously are", but he'll mercifully leave it implied and not directly said... He's said good bye to his food while Yato is around and he'll also say good bye to the notion that his direct insults will do anything outside of earning him insults right back.]
Anyway, I was just on my way out to find a comfortable case to put it in. I've been keeping it out of sight, y'know? But I took it out for like, five seconds. How was I supposed to know you'd just appear when I did? What, d'you have some sixth sense for freaky swords?
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[ It was a rhetorical question, but there might be some truth there. Weird weapons just keep popping up around him? And he felt something when he was swinging that sword around. Something that made him want to keep going, in pursuit of an intangible feeling... ]
Hey, let me swing that sword around a little more. It'd be a shame to keep it stuffed in a closet.
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[If Yasusada had caught wind of his freakyass sword, he's sure he wouldn't have heard the end of it... "Why is it in the closet?" "It should be out here being used!" On and on... The struggles of living with a total kendo nut.
BUT IN ANY CASE, he's not immediately shooting Yato down either, if only because he actually seems to be taking this somewhat seriously and lately in Recolle, that means Something's Up.]
—If I let you, d'you promise not to cut up anything valuable or try running away with it or something? I'll be able to find you if you do, and I'll come kick your ass.
[He won't actually since he's not 100% tied to his sword yet, but it sounds like a pretty real threat...]
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I promise. I'm not interested in running around with a sword in broad daylight and getting arrested.
[ He... wipes his hands on his pants... before holding a hand back out for the sword. ]
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Kashuu gives him a somewhat scrutinizing look, but he even wiped his palms off and everything! With the promise of dry hands instead of gross sweaty ones, he'll hold the blade back out hilt-first.]
Good, 'cause I'm not about to bail you out. Be careful with it, okay? I don't wanna get hurt.
[How heckin weird that his life has now led to a place where someone hitting an inanimate object can actually feel like a Real Punch. Set him free from this anime.]
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Just stand back. Let's not find out what it feels like if you accidentally cut yourself.
[ He digs up a blank piece of paper (because he's way too familiar with this apartment) and again finds the clearest part of the apartment. He looks back once to be sure that Kashuu isn't in swinging range, takes a breath, and tosses the paper in the air.
If he focuses...
If he lets his mind go...
He can cut it.
His body moves like one far more experienced. The blade makes an elegant arc, an extension of himself as he lunges forward. It carves a line through the paper as it folds on itself mid-air, and the paper slides apart in not two, but three sections.
Yato bends to pick up a slice of paper, examining the handiwork. The edges are as clean as could be. ]
Not bad...
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It's what follows that really surprises him.
He knows that Yato and Yamato practice kendo together, so he knows Yato's got to be good, but this? The elegance, the quickness, as if Yato's hands were made to wield live steel? It's a little unreal - kind of like actually being able to feel the cleanness of the cut and understand on an entirely bizarre level exactly how impressive that was.
He ends up folding his arms over his stomach in a reflexive move of uncertainty, shuffling forward a little as Yato's picking up the paper, though he doesn't need to look to know the edges are neat.]
...How did you even do that?
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Teehee, I dunno! I guess I'm a natural!
[ He really doesn't have an explanation, other than to say that he felt like he'd be able to do it, so he did it. Maybe this is what they call talent! ]
What did it feel like? Is it fun getting swung around?
[ cuz he will swing this sword around for as long as Kashuu lets him, make no mistake ]
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[WHY IS YATO THIS WAY immediately ruining all of the awe and respect Kashuu had for him! For like, two seconds!!
Anyway, for the other question--]
...It's kinda hard to describe. It's weird? But it doesn't feel... as weird as I thought it would, I guess.
["Unfamiliar" is the word he's looking for here... It doesn't feel as unfamiliar as it should which is like ten kinds of weird. EITHER WAY, he won't take his blade back just yet because there's something else he wants to see.]
Wait right there.
[And away he goes!! Only to come back holding an awful meme pillow... Any one, pick your poison.]
Can you cut this?
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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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