[ off the battlefield, that is to say when he isn't actively trying to shank anything or wipe anyone's asses across the dojo floor while yelling death threats, yasusada is remarkably patient and polite. he waits while his sage descends from the tree. tilts his head up obediently when he reaches down to feel the reddening lump for himself-- certainly, it's not bad. in fact, yasusada barely feels it, now that the initial confusion has passed and he is now preoccupied with the pleasant feeling of his master caring for him.
the moment passes as quickly as it comes, but it's small moments like these that he cherishes. nothing can fill the okita-shaped hole in yamato's life and all the grief and sorrow attached to it, but this helps make it more bearable and fulfils his need to be obsessively loyal towards something.
now, he has a small smile on his face as he looks back down on the book that he still holds within his hands. runs his fingers over the title with a tilt of his head. he almost wants to ask if he can read the book too-- but it isn't really his place to make such a request. so at haru's apology, he shakes his head, and then ruefully reaches up to hand the book back to its rightful owner. ]
I didn't dodge, so there's no reason to apologize. [ he says this honestly as he always does, professional and clipped words. as though he hadn't meant to dodge, which... is part truth, really. but what he says next is just a little more hesitate, the difference just barely there if you know him well enough. ] Haru-sama, are you bothered by us?
[ by him, by the swords at large. yasusada would have had to been dumb to not have seen the agitation and the exasperation in his master's composure for the past little while, culminating in a thrown book. it's a question that he'd been wanting to ask for some time, and hadn't had the time and place to be honest and forthright up until now. ]
arujisan... obligatory shaft headtilt goes here ig
the moment passes as quickly as it comes, but it's small moments like these that he cherishes. nothing can fill the okita-shaped hole in yamato's life and all the grief and sorrow attached to it, but this helps make it more bearable and fulfils his need to be obsessively loyal towards something.
now, he has a small smile on his face as he looks back down on the book that he still holds within his hands. runs his fingers over the title with a tilt of his head. he almost wants to ask if he can read the book too-- but it isn't really his place to make such a request. so at haru's apology, he shakes his head, and then ruefully reaches up to hand the book back to its rightful owner. ]
I didn't dodge, so there's no reason to apologize. [ he says this honestly as he always does, professional and clipped words. as though he hadn't meant to dodge, which... is part truth, really. but what he says next is just a little more hesitate, the difference just barely there if you know him well enough. ] Haru-sama, are you bothered by us?
[ by him, by the swords at large. yasusada would have had to been dumb to not have seen the agitation and the exasperation in his master's composure for the past little while, culminating in a thrown book. it's a question that he'd been wanting to ask for some time, and hadn't had the time and place to be honest and forthright up until now. ]