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[Apparently not because he doesn't even argue against that.]
A bunch of old photos, but that's pretty much it. There were some pictures of swords that used to belong to warlords or whatever, like the one she woke up with. [POOR HASEBE.] We think we saw one that looked like mine? But it was suuuper grainy and in black and white, so it was hard to tell. I guess the smith was Kiyomitsu too, though.
[HA HA funny coincidence, that.]
A bunch of old photos, but that's pretty much it. There were some pictures of swords that used to belong to warlords or whatever, like the one she woke up with. [POOR HASEBE.] We think we saw one that looked like mine? But it was suuuper grainy and in black and white, so it was hard to tell. I guess the smith was Kiyomitsu too, though.
[HA HA funny coincidence, that.]
I can see Aki being a warlord. She's always been aggressive—
[and he makes note to ask her about his later, maybe. sort of. it's a half-formed note because he's suddenly blinking in confusion as a series of images flash before his eyes. ninjas. a pipe. some green-haired kid yelling about his left side, a disadvantage, a blind spot.
a sword, a familiar weight in his hand and then bodies falling to the forest floor in a heap.
his hold on kashuu's sword might've grown more certain, more confident instead of just appraising.
and then he blinks away the last of the images, sheathing the sword again in one smooth motion before turning it so that he can offer it back to kashuu, looking away in contemplative silence. then, a tired:]
... I need a nap.
[and he makes note to ask her about his later, maybe. sort of. it's a half-formed note because he's suddenly blinking in confusion as a series of images flash before his eyes. ninjas. a pipe. some green-haired kid yelling about his left side, a disadvantage, a blind spot.
a sword, a familiar weight in his hand and then bodies falling to the forest floor in a heap.
his hold on kashuu's sword might've grown more certain, more confident instead of just appraising.
and then he blinks away the last of the images, sheathing the sword again in one smooth motion before turning it so that he can offer it back to kashuu, looking away in contemplative silence. then, a tired:]
... I need a nap.
[It's weird, how attuned he's becoming to being able to tell the skill level or certainty of people just based on the way they handle this sword. Yato had been confident and skilled - unnaturally so, even. Yamato's hands were familiar and strong, even if they lacked the flourish of Yato. With Baren, it's strange because he can feel the difference as it happens.
He'd have probably been able to figure out what happened even without that additional note, but he pieces things together very quickly with it.]
Did you just see something?
[Reaching out to take his sword back, thanks samurai jack]
He'd have probably been able to figure out what happened even without that additional note, but he pieces things together very quickly with it.]
Did you just see something?
[Reaching out to take his sword back, thanks samurai jack]
[stop it, yamato is samurai jack and baren will never fight him for the title
that said he's just gonna hand over the sword and then proceed to make himself way too comfortable in kashuu's room, flopping over on his bed and pulling out his phone like some kind of angsty teenager.
(his thumb hovers over the call button for okuni. ah. he wants to tell her. he doesn't.)]
Mm.
[ . . . alright, it's too obvious even for him and so that's why he adds:]
You know, it'd be funnier if ninjas really did run the way they did in that one anime? Ah, that's such a weird trend...
[ . . . . ]
Actually, they weren't bad dressers. I'll jot it down for you later if you need inspiration.
[that probably just adds more questions but okay]
that said he's just gonna hand over the sword and then proceed to make himself way too comfortable in kashuu's room, flopping over on his bed and pulling out his phone like some kind of angsty teenager.
(his thumb hovers over the call button for okuni. ah. he wants to tell her. he doesn't.)]
Mm.
[ . . . alright, it's too obvious even for him and so that's why he adds:]
You know, it'd be funnier if ninjas really did run the way they did in that one anime? Ah, that's such a weird trend...
[ . . . . ]
Actually, they weren't bad dressers. I'll jot it down for you later if you need inspiration.
[that probably just adds more questions but okay]
[THAT DEFINITELY JUST ADDS MORE QUESTIONS... Kashuu will move to safely put his sword into the closet after getting it back, in any case. He's mostly moved past the point of trying to just pretend it doesn't exist, especially since he kind of needs it if he has to defend himself or anyone else in the future. There's still no other place he can really put it, though...
Anyway, while he's doing that, he's also going to voice his confusion.]
So... what, are you saying you saw ninjas? Like real, actual ninjas? [A BEAT.] Did I remind you?
[He's been on a roll with that, lately... Tripping battle-oriented memories. Why.]
Anyway, while he's doing that, he's also going to voice his confusion.]
So... what, are you saying you saw ninjas? Like real, actual ninjas? [A BEAT.] Did I remind you?
[He's been on a roll with that, lately... Tripping battle-oriented memories. Why.]
That's my guess?
[And Baren rolls over, looks to the ceiling as he tries to parse through the new pieces of information rattling in his head.]
Covering their faces, holding kunai, more fast than they were powerful. Ninjas were primarily for intel and assassination, right? I don't know how much they worked in groups, though I guess there were different clans...
[ . . . . and he sighs. The kanji on the mask said "Iga" from what he could tell.]
Anyway, I dunno if that was you or if I would've remembered it if I just held a fancy kitchen knife.
[ . . . actually. A moment of silence after as he realizes that's not a terrible idea.]
[And Baren rolls over, looks to the ceiling as he tries to parse through the new pieces of information rattling in his head.]
Covering their faces, holding kunai, more fast than they were powerful. Ninjas were primarily for intel and assassination, right? I don't know how much they worked in groups, though I guess there were different clans...
[ . . . . and he sighs. The kanji on the mask said "Iga" from what he could tell.]
Anyway, I dunno if that was you or if I would've remembered it if I just held a fancy kitchen knife.
[ . . . actually. A moment of silence after as he realizes that's not a terrible idea.]
Might be. Similar situations or whatever are usually enough to set off these things, right?
[Please don't look for a fancy kitchen knife, though... He might actually find one, considering Yato uses their kitchen so often.
EITHER WAY even if this is the first time he's heard of ninjas, it's still carrying on an alarming trend.]
...It really does seem like almost everyone has something like that to remember.
[He doesn't say that he's sorry Baren's getting dragged into it, but the sentiment is probably noticeable, anyway.]
[Please don't look for a fancy kitchen knife, though... He might actually find one, considering Yato uses their kitchen so often.
EITHER WAY even if this is the first time he's heard of ninjas, it's still carrying on an alarming trend.]
...It really does seem like almost everyone has something like that to remember.
[He doesn't say that he's sorry Baren's getting dragged into it, but the sentiment is probably noticeable, anyway.]
[It's noticeable enough - and Baren doesn't seem to acknowledge it aside from sitting up and giving a careless grin.]
You have to admit - we all would've been more surprised if I remembered boring shit. Like libraries or being a bank teller.
[So.
Don't worry about it, because he's just laughing.]
Between the dinosaurs and being in space, I wonder what kind of person I was!
[ . . . and in order to dodge an uncomfortable situation, he's now proceeding to use lies.]
You have to admit - we all would've been more surprised if I remembered boring shit. Like libraries or being a bank teller.
[So.
Don't worry about it, because he's just laughing.]
Between the dinosaurs and being in space, I wonder what kind of person I was!
[ . . . and in order to dodge an uncomfortable situation, he's now proceeding to use lies.]
[WELL, that's not untrue... He'd actually be more convinced Baren was lying if he was talking about having a 9-5 desk job than him talking about dinosaurs and space and ninjas.]
Mm, probably not a model.
[What a tragedy, what a waste of a good face.
Why does Kashuu play along every time Baren wildly veers the conversation off of a serious track, why.]
Mm, probably not a model.
[What a tragedy, what a waste of a good face.
Why does Kashuu play along every time Baren wildly veers the conversation off of a serious track, why.]
[Kashuu needs to be throw into the sea honestly, and Baren needs to stop being an EVASIVE PUNK.]
Maybe you just did kabuki next to the oiran. They were all kinda in the same place, weren't they?
[Just implies Baren was some kind of ye olde prostitute, it's fine.]
Maybe you just did kabuki next to the oiran. They were all kinda in the same place, weren't they?
[Just implies Baren was some kind of ye olde prostitute, it's fine.]
Hey, idiot. I'm in the hospital again. I need you to get me new clothes. This one outfit I found got bloody. They put more security around my door so I can't get it myself.
Oh. And bring booze. I've got good news.
Oh. And bring booze. I've got good news.
... you know what, Z? Fuck you.
[And with that, he hangs up.
In all fairness, there was probably some other voices in the background when Baren picked up the phone - being at a photoshoot tends to be a pretty busy place. He has work to do and he thinks it's a very, very convenient excuse for not entertaining the phone call much more than that.
For a long time, he even tells himself that he's not going to do anything about it. If Zoro wants new clothes, he should make some new fucking friends!!
... except Baren can't do that.
So he shows up at the hospital dressed down as ever, his hair covered as he wears Zoro's hoodie and a pair of shades. When he gets into the hospital room, directed by hospital staff who know his get-up well enough by now, he throws Zoro a can of Bud Light that he picked up from somewhere because he refuses to spend money on shitty beer on principle. He even picks up a napkin immediately to wipe the poor quality off of his fingers.
He looks Zoro over. Well. He's alive, so.]
... 'kay, I'm going home now.
[And with that, he hangs up.
In all fairness, there was probably some other voices in the background when Baren picked up the phone - being at a photoshoot tends to be a pretty busy place. He has work to do and he thinks it's a very, very convenient excuse for not entertaining the phone call much more than that.
For a long time, he even tells himself that he's not going to do anything about it. If Zoro wants new clothes, he should make some new fucking friends!!
... except Baren can't do that.
So he shows up at the hospital dressed down as ever, his hair covered as he wears Zoro's hoodie and a pair of shades. When he gets into the hospital room, directed by hospital staff who know his get-up well enough by now, he throws Zoro a can of Bud Light that he picked up from somewhere because he refuses to spend money on shitty beer on principle. He even picks up a napkin immediately to wipe the poor quality off of his fingers.
He looks Zoro over. Well. He's alive, so.]
... 'kay, I'm going home now.
[Just one can? Really? He catches it with ease and looks at it with mild skepticism. Even he has higher standards than Bud. Not that he'll reject it.]
I asked for clothes too, you know.
[Despite Baren's clear annoyance, Zoro can't stop grinning. He cracks open the can.]
The way you're acting people would think you're the one who got pissed off last week.
[Or was it two weeks ago? Whatever. Doesn't matter much now.]
I asked for clothes too, you know.
[Despite Baren's clear annoyance, Zoro can't stop grinning. He cracks open the can.]
The way you're acting people would think you're the one who got pissed off last week.
[Or was it two weeks ago? Whatever. Doesn't matter much now.]
[Zoro asked for clothes and Baren said fuck you!! He thought the exchange was pretty clear.
(No, depending on how this conversation goes, Zoro's spare clothes are hanging out in Baren's car that's parked in the hospital parking lot, but. Well. Some things don't need to be known so early.)]
People can get pissed off that they're only called when it's convenient, you know.
[you blew him off for?? weeks???? or something? now he's just being annoyed and petty because baren is 100% the type of person to bitterly hold a grudge]
(No, depending on how this conversation goes, Zoro's spare clothes are hanging out in Baren's car that's parked in the hospital parking lot, but. Well. Some things don't need to be known so early.)]
People can get pissed off that they're only called when it's convenient, you know.
[you blew him off for?? weeks???? or something? now he's just being annoyed and petty because baren is 100% the type of person to bitterly hold a grudge]
Says the guy who uses me to escape people in clubs. What? You want me to say I missed you?
[He snorts. Yeah, right.]
You were a dick. I didn't want to see your face for a week. Now I do. You got a problem with that? Or do you want to put your foot in your mouth again?
[He snorts. Yeah, right.]
You were a dick. I didn't want to see your face for a week. Now I do. You got a problem with that? Or do you want to put your foot in your mouth again?
I have a problem with everything you do, but what's new about that? You're just especially pissing me off lately.
[SO. YES.
But regardless he's not walking out the door yet, which should say Enough. Baren is prone to leaving spontaneously and leaving people high and dry, but he sure does hate it when the tables are turned and people do the exact same thing to him if he wants their company.
Manchild Extraordinaire.]
[SO. YES.
But regardless he's not walking out the door yet, which should say Enough. Baren is prone to leaving spontaneously and leaving people high and dry, but he sure does hate it when the tables are turned and people do the exact same thing to him if he wants their company.
Manchild Extraordinaire.]
Pretty sure that's my line.
[God. This mood is even souring his drink. Finally, his smile fades.]
I called you here to tell you good news. Not explain how badly you fucked up. I wouldn't let most people get away with what you did. So lose the pissy attitude and be grateful I got tired of being mad.
[God. This mood is even souring his drink. Finally, his smile fades.]
I called you here to tell you good news. Not explain how badly you fucked up. I wouldn't let most people get away with what you did. So lose the pissy attitude and be grateful I got tired of being mad.
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[But it's like when you make a wrong turn and your GPS has to gently remind you "Recalculating route..."
He takes a second to back up. Is it worth it to get too embroiled in his own emotions? Probably not. That sounds exhausting and if he gets angry, there's a chance he might slip up somewhere. If he gets angry first, it'd be like showing his hand. There's no need to imply that he actually cares more than he already has.
(Baren might be a moron.)
So instead he just tilts his head and shrugs, pulling up a chair and settling for a raise of his eyebrow as his expression settles back into a more usual grin.]
Yeah, yeah, shut up.
What's the news then? Did you get a new car? Do I get to drive it?
He takes a second to back up. Is it worth it to get too embroiled in his own emotions? Probably not. That sounds exhausting and if he gets angry, there's a chance he might slip up somewhere. If he gets angry first, it'd be like showing his hand. There's no need to imply that he actually cares more than he already has.
(Baren might be a moron.)
So instead he just tilts his head and shrugs, pulling up a chair and settling for a raise of his eyebrow as his expression settles back into a more usual grin.]
Yeah, yeah, shut up.
What's the news then? Did you get a new car? Do I get to drive it?
[There we go. Zoro can't tell if Baren's bullshitting him but he can't bring himself to care. Either way Baren will stick around and the bitterness will fade. Probably into a new bitterness but. Whatever. For now, it's enough.
His smile slips back and it's filled with boyish glee, as if he was running down the stairs on Christmas morning. He leans towards Baren, excitement unconstrained.]
I got a part. A big one. Blockbuster with a famous director. [A breathless laugh slips out, as if all that's happening is finally registering.] There's no way anyone will be able to ignore it, eye be damned.
His smile slips back and it's filled with boyish glee, as if he was running down the stairs on Christmas morning. He leans towards Baren, excitement unconstrained.]
I got a part. A big one. Blockbuster with a famous director. [A breathless laugh slips out, as if all that's happening is finally registering.] There's no way anyone will be able to ignore it, eye be damned.
[Baren holds grudges. He's probably not going to forget this or the way that Zoro left him hanging for over a week - but for now it's muted. His time to be petty and bitter will be later, later, later.
For right now, the news really is good.
While Zoro leans forward, Baren leans back and manages a brief laugh, even as he tilts his head. It's nice to see Zoro happy, that's something that he can't deny. But - ]
Haaaa? Finally? About time.
[How long has he been saying that he wanted to see Zoro's next big movie?]
Huh. That is good news, Z.
For right now, the news really is good.
While Zoro leans forward, Baren leans back and manages a brief laugh, even as he tilts his head. It's nice to see Zoro happy, that's something that he can't deny. But - ]
Haaaa? Finally? About time.
[How long has he been saying that he wanted to see Zoro's next big movie?]
Huh. That is good news, Z.
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