[ to be honest, yasusada doesn't hate bugs so much as it's a conditioned response after having lived with kashuu 'i might break a nail' kiyomitsu all his life. so much that the moment he hears the right-pitched scream and the corroborating ping of something with more than four legs on his bullshit radar, he's pretty much compelled to cross time and space to stab the offending creature. shishio's food and plate combo being casualties to this awful, vengeance-filled habit of his, is something that doesn't even register until the okita switch switches from 'on' to 'off' and he mildly realizes that not only has he made a mess, he's also stabbed through the table.
which is a pretty usual occurrence in a camp full of socially maladjusted people, all of whom wield swords, but it still looks pretty bad on the paperwork whenever they need to put in a request for new furniture and have to put 'yamato no kami yasusada' as the reason for it.
there's genuine chagrin in yasusada's expression as he nods his head in polite deference to his elder, even as he smoothly cleans his sword with a cloth and sheathes it (food stains are gross). ]
Shishio-san. Please excuse me. [ for, ah, the mess. this mess. this whole thing. also, shishio looks kind of spooked-- can't imagine why. a concerned look. ] Did I hurt you?
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which is a pretty usual occurrence in a camp full of socially maladjusted people, all of whom wield swords, but it still looks pretty bad on the paperwork whenever they need to put in a request for new furniture and have to put 'yamato no kami yasusada' as the reason for it.
there's genuine chagrin in yasusada's expression as he nods his head in polite deference to his elder, even as he smoothly cleans his sword with a cloth and sheathes it (food stains are gross). ]
Shishio-san. Please excuse me. [ for, ah, the mess. this mess. this whole thing. also, shishio looks kind of spooked-- can't imagine why. a concerned look. ] Did I hurt you?