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[Fortunately, Yamanbagiri can hear Yamato with his sensitive hearing. Just good enough to make out Yamato's words. The roof, huh? He made his way over towards Yamato's room and stop in front of the door. He raise a paw up and knocks.]
I'm here! I'm coming in.
[Mostly said to announce his presence. After a moment, he turns the door knob carefully and enters the room. His eyes glance upward to see the partly opened glass window. Time to climb up to the roof, he guess.
He briefly hold the envelop with his teeth and starts to climb out of the glass window. One of his paws push the window open wider and his head pops out, seeing Yamato in front of him. He would say something, but well, envelop in his mouth. One moment as he pulls himself up and out onto the rooftop. Once he's out and safely sitting in one spot, he removes the envelop from his mouth and glance at it.
... He hopes he didn't accidentally drool on it.
Yamanbagiri looks back at Yamato, and try to look as composed as possible.]
Hello, Yamatonokami-san.
[Don't mind the envelop in his hands. Paws. What he's holding.]
[ There's a smile on his features as he finds that Yamanbagiri is finally beside him with something that he doesn't find useful in his hands. Humming lightly, he looks towards the other's furred paws before looking the fellow uchigatana in his eyes. At a moment like this, he feels fine and has no care in the world as he now finds his eyes raising to look at the sky.
He doesn't have anything else to say other than wait for the other to reply but with one more look towards the other's furred paws, he can see that the envelop he's brought is covered in a lot of drool. It's wet but he can't make out what's inside. ]
Ah..? Did someone send you mail? Is it from that person you spoke of a long time ago, the one you bought a gift for?
[More or less. Well, beside that time at the Advent party when he kind of... blows up at Tonbokiri. And things get awkward for him to be around Tonbokiri.
He shakes his head, glancing down at the envelop (ah, he drooled that much? It's rather embarrassing--) and then back at Yamato again.]
No, it's not from her or it's mail for myself. [Because why would anyone send him mail?] ... It's for you, Yamatonokami-san. From me.
[ Grabbing for the piece of mail that's given to him, he takes notice to how slob covered the envelope is. Naturally, since Yamato is a sword who's oblivious to most, he wipes the envelope onto Yamanbagiri's cloak, trying to wipe away the slob with a smile on his face. ]
For me? Ah, you shouldn't have had to do that. How kind of you, Yamanbagiri Kunihiro.
[ Looking at it for a few minutes, he then places the wet article back into Yamanbagiri's hands. ] This is for you then. From you to me, from me to you. How nice.
[He's anxiously watching Yamato's reaction, though he seemed a little alarmed by how much slob there were on the envelop. He should've clean it up, wipe it against himself or--
Or... watch Yamato wipe it on his own, dirty cloak?]
What are you doing?!
[Somehow, this seems to bother him. He doesn't mind being dirtied, but it's usually by his own choice or he expected it. Just nothing like this. He tugs his cloak away from Yamato's reach, feeling like his personal space got intruded on.
And... blinks at the envelop that's now back in his hands? Paws. Claws.]
... You're giving it back to me?
[Yamanbagiri Kunihiro doesn't know how to feel about this.]
Mhm. Why wouldn't I? It's what friends do, isn't it? Besides, has anyone given you anything?
[ Other than a bad time? Yamato doesn't want him to grow stressed or anything, he doesn't him to feel under appreciated because as a comrade of everyone else here, he's sure that Yamanbagiri is important. ]
I want you to have something as well, that's not bad, is it? You're my comrade and if you are able to give me anything, I know in the end that I can give it back and you'll accept it.
[ A small hum and whistle that sounds like a chirp more than anything as he rests his head against his knees that's huddled up against his chest. ] Alright?
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I'm here! I'm coming in.
[Mostly said to announce his presence. After a moment, he turns the door knob carefully and enters the room. His eyes glance upward to see the partly opened glass window. Time to climb up to the roof, he guess.
He briefly hold the envelop with his teeth and starts to climb out of the glass window. One of his paws push the window open wider and his head pops out, seeing Yamato in front of him. He would say something, but well, envelop in his mouth. One moment as he pulls himself up and out onto the rooftop. Once he's out and safely sitting in one spot, he removes the envelop from his mouth and glance at it.
... He hopes he didn't accidentally drool on it.
Yamanbagiri looks back at Yamato, and try to look as composed as possible.]
Hello, Yamatonokami-san.
[Don't mind the envelop in his hands. Paws. What he's holding.]
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[ There's a smile on his features as he finds that Yamanbagiri is finally beside him with something that he doesn't find useful in his hands. Humming lightly, he looks towards the other's furred paws before looking the fellow uchigatana in his eyes. At a moment like this, he feels fine and has no care in the world as he now finds his eyes raising to look at the sky.
He doesn't have anything else to say other than wait for the other to reply but with one more look towards the other's furred paws, he can see that the envelop he's brought is covered in a lot of drool. It's wet but he can't make out what's inside. ]
Ah..? Did someone send you mail? Is it from that person you spoke of a long time ago, the one you bought a gift for?
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[More or less. Well, beside that time at the Advent party when he kind of... blows up at Tonbokiri. And things get awkward for him to be around Tonbokiri.
He shakes his head, glancing down at the envelop (ah, he drooled that much? It's rather embarrassing--) and then back at Yamato again.]
No, it's not from her or it's mail for myself. [Because why would anyone send him mail?] ... It's for you, Yamatonokami-san. From me.
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For me? Ah, you shouldn't have had to do that. How kind of you, Yamanbagiri Kunihiro.
[ Looking at it for a few minutes, he then places the wet article back into Yamanbagiri's hands. ] This is for you then. From you to me, from me to you. How nice.
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Or... watch Yamato wipe it on his own, dirty cloak?]
What are you doing?!
[Somehow, this seems to bother him. He doesn't mind being dirtied, but it's usually by his own choice or he expected it. Just nothing like this. He tugs his cloak away from Yamato's reach, feeling like his personal space got intruded on.
And... blinks at the envelop that's now back in his hands? Paws. Claws.]
... You're giving it back to me?
[Yamanbagiri Kunihiro doesn't know how to feel about this.]
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[ Other than a bad time? Yamato doesn't want him to grow stressed or anything, he doesn't him to feel under appreciated because as a comrade of everyone else here, he's sure that Yamanbagiri is important. ]
I want you to have something as well, that's not bad, is it? You're my comrade and if you are able to give me anything, I know in the end that I can give it back and you'll accept it.
[ A small hum and whistle that sounds like a chirp more than anything as he rests his head against his knees that's huddled up against his chest. ] Alright?