[ rude, he doesn't deserve that long-suffering sigh, okay, that's all tsurumaru?? kashuu??? there's silence that meets kashuu's words, not so much furtive as it is the non-verbal equivalent of a sulky child looking away and refusing eye-contact because they know they've been caught red-handed in the cookie jar but it's not like they have the maturity to admit it.
though okay, fine, he can be more of a mature adult here. the silence lasts only three whole, immature beats before yasusada sighs, and his hand curls around kashuu's rather than getting yanked along like a limp fish. ]
I get it already, Kashuu. It won't be like last time. [ because yasusada's last full-day attempt at non-stop sparring had left him face-planting outside the dojo, which was both mortifying and somewhat annoying because people keep on making a fuss about it when really, it had only been a... seven-time thing!!! yeah!! a huff. ] You worry too much.
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though okay, fine, he can be more of a mature adult here. the silence lasts only three whole, immature beats before yasusada sighs, and his hand curls around kashuu's rather than getting yanked along like a limp fish. ]
I get it already, Kashuu. It won't be like last time. [ because yasusada's last full-day attempt at non-stop sparring had left him face-planting outside the dojo, which was both mortifying and somewhat annoying because people keep on making a fuss about it when really, it had only been a... seven-time thing!!! yeah!! a huff. ] You worry too much.