[ he freezes when kashuu stops, panic rising in his chest. why did he stop? doesn't he know how much danger they'll soon be in, in the form of thrown kitchen appliances and angry backyard rake spears????

oh. ohhhh. kashuu wants that one thing that tsurumaru genuinely hates giving. but given how dire their current situation is, tsurumaru sucks it up, there's your apology, kashuu — so much for his supposed longevity. ]

Stop, stop, I was kidding!! I didn't mean any of that — everyone knows how much you take care of yourself. You're so light, you probably aren't even good to use for bench pressing. You have all these tight-fitting clothes to match your figure, and how can I really hide behind something like that? [ is that enough for kashuu's ego!!!!

BUT THE ANGRY MOM MOB.... IT GETS CLOSER... and before he says anything else, he grabs at kashuu's arm, trying to yank him forward. ]

—shit, hurry, Kashuu!