[ but is there a bug in there...? yasusada peers at shishio's open mouth with patient curiosity, and waits for shishio to stop making faces at him to reply to his question because when he's not actively shanking things or kicking people's asses around the dojo, he's a polite sword kouhai who does polite sword kouhai things. and of course, the question that comes out of shishio's mouth gets right at the main issue-- sasuga shishio.

yasusada, for his part, is genuinely not sure how to answer that question. part of the reason is because he doesn't know why he thinks shanking bugs with the anger of a thousand suns is a good idea, and the other part of the reason is that he honestly has never thought about his reasoning before at all. as far as he can remember, he's been doing this. it's his Thing. of course, he's not particularly good with words, and therefore just looks more chagrined. ]

I don't know. To be honest, when I heard your scream, my body moved on its own.

[ yeah that's... literally it. he does look on to shishio with admiration, however, putting his hands together. ] And I did make sure to avoid you, though I couldn't stop the plate from shattering. You dodged all the pieces. That's amazing.

[ KOUHAI ADMIRATION, shishio-san ur cool ]