*** UCTN87 has joined 369.02.666.21 <UCTN87> yamatonokami yASUS ad a goo d s wor d <UCTN87> I won der w ho te per son who loves me the mo s tttt is <UCTN87> h ave u scene okita-kun?
[ 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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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?