[HELLA RUDE but it's okay, because Yamato isn't so sick that he can't fling his free hand out to whack Kashuu in the arm on reflex... CHILDREN.
That's his only response to that, though, and he stares into his teacup, as though contemplating how melodramatic he wants to be. (He isn't, of course, because that would take a level of self-awareness yams just doesn't have, but. Y'know.)]
A little. [He admits finally, and now he's squinting at the teacup, like it's suspicious. TEA CAN'T FIX DAMAGED SWORDS what does it mean, what even is this, HE HATES THIS "SICKNESS" THING and this time not even for the obvious reasons.] I don't understand, why do bodies cause themselves pain?
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That's his only response to that, though, and he stares into his teacup, as though contemplating how melodramatic he wants to be. (He isn't, of course, because that would take a level of self-awareness yams just doesn't have, but. Y'know.)]
A little. [He admits finally, and now he's squinting at the teacup, like it's suspicious. TEA CAN'T FIX DAMAGED SWORDS what does it mean, what even is this, HE HATES THIS "SICKNESS" THING and this time not even for the obvious reasons.] I don't understand, why do bodies cause themselves pain?