He'll hold Yasusada's stupid pompom hand though, resting his noggin against Yasusada's. i think every day about how they're out here being this sweet and yet mahito would have more kisses than kashuu even if he only had One.]
Mm... Like the last time? [...] Were either of 'em okay?
[He know it wasn't real, but. He has to ask anyway... THEIR HONORARY GUMI(S) (HE DOESN'T KNOW TOMOE WELL BUT IT STILL COUNTS).]
[STOP!!! Also stop listen... sometimes you've been married since the day you met and you just skipped over the need for any of that human stuff.]
Mm, they were okay this time. They were just walking past. [...] I probably would've tried to talk to them or something, even though I knew they were illusions... But Marceline wouldn't let me go after them.
[It's for the best, he knows. He can't help but wonder--but he isn't terribly upset about not interacting with them.]
...It probably just woulda been something that'd upset you.
[That's how these things are designed, after all. To hurt, to maim, to take the worst fears out of a person and lay them at their feet. He's not sad that Yasusada didn't stop to talk to them, either, and thinks he might thank Marceline for it later.]
We can talk about the rest later, if you want.
[When they're not in this room with three other people that are just being forced to deal with them.]
He nods, though; it's not really a secret from anyone, but it's been a long day, and he just wants to be quietly glad that he and Kashuu are both okay. Safely together for at least a little longer.]
[Safely together for a little longer... Yeah. That's what it boils down to in the end, huh.
He'll lean a little more into Yasusada's side and reach out to touch his scar with his free hand again, just resting his fingers against it, but otherwise lapses into silence.]
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Anyway he just nods a little at that, frowning about it. They'll have to deal with this later, when it's not the eve of murder.
He'll reach out to gently ruffle Yasusada's pompom puff of hair, though, before scooting in even closer.]
We'll see 'em Saturday and can figure it all out then. ...You okay?
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Once most of his wounds have been tended to, he leans against Kashuu, resting his head on Kashuu's shoulder and reaching for his hand.]
Mm. I'm alright. [...] I saw Hachisuka. And Tomoe.
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He'll hold Yasusada's stupid pompom hand though, resting his noggin against Yasusada's. i think every day about how they're out here being this sweet and yet mahito would have more kisses than kashuu even if he only had One.]
Mm... Like the last time? [...] Were either of 'em okay?
[He know it wasn't real, but. He has to ask anyway... THEIR HONORARY GUMI(S) (HE DOESN'T KNOW TOMOE WELL BUT IT STILL COUNTS).]
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Mm, they were okay this time. They were just walking past. [...] I probably would've tried to talk to them or something, even though I knew they were illusions... But Marceline wouldn't let me go after them.
[It's for the best, he knows. He can't help but wonder--but he isn't terribly upset about not interacting with them.]
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[That's how these things are designed, after all. To hurt, to maim, to take the worst fears out of a person and lay them at their feet. He's not sad that Yasusada didn't stop to talk to them, either, and thinks he might thank Marceline for it later.]
We can talk about the rest later, if you want.
[When they're not in this room with three other people that are just being forced to deal with them.]
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[A soft sigh.
He nods, though; it's not really a secret from anyone, but it's been a long day, and he just wants to be quietly glad that he and Kashuu are both okay. Safely together for at least a little longer.]
Okay.
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He'll lean a little more into Yasusada's side and reach out to touch his scar with his free hand again, just resting his fingers against it, but otherwise lapses into silence.]