[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 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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[No, just kidding. Baren's laughing but otherwise letting himself relax now in Kashuu's room. Kashuu can go back to work knowing that Baren is just going to steal his phone and browse Twitter to kill time...
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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]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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matching peacocks.]
You never know. It seemed kinda old timey, maybe I was one of those performers instead. I could've done kabuki next to velociraptors.
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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.]
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[which brings him to an entirely separate train of thought - ]
You ever been to a red light district?
[don't do this]
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What? No way is that kinda thing my style.
[NOT IN THIS LIFE OR ANY OTHER.]
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[hopefully he's joking]
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[HE DOESN'T KNOW IF BAREN'S JOKING BUT HE'S NOT TAKING CHANCES.]
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Okay, okay, we'll go when you're older.
[nO]
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Don't treat me like I'm a kid, either! I'm not that much younger than you, you jerk.
[Ah, volleying between two entirely different reasons to be offended: the Kiyomitsu Kashuu life.]
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Hey, hey, be nice to your elders!
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Don't pull the grandpa card on me.
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You know, back in my day—
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Just let me finish my work and stop being a brat!
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[No, just kidding. Baren's laughing but otherwise letting himself relax now in Kashuu's room. Kashuu can go back to work knowing that Baren is just going to steal his phone and browse Twitter to kill time...
that's probably better.]