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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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.]