[Souji lets out a hoarse little squeak of surprise as he gets the towel dropped over his head, but even before he's managed to struggle out of it, it's clear from the shaking that he's having a giggle fit under there. That actually doesn't help him get rid of the towel, or in even in general. Once he actually emerges, he's slightly out of breath from laughing, and has to cover his mouth for a moment with the fabric as he struggles not to cough.

Please ignore the flecks of red left behind by his lips.

Souji is certainly ignoring them, clearly amused and still laughing quietly at Yamato's reaction. He scoots a bit closer as his sword sits down, allowing himself to lean on him for support.]

Ah, was I being embarrassing? I think I've been told the same thing by that other sword of mine... once or twice. [More like all the time. Kashuu is very easy to embarrass, and a lot of fun too.]

I'm guessing- That is, you don't remember meeting me in this place before, do you? [He's not sure how he feels about that. Maybe a bit hopeful, though. Somehow, he feels like he did it all wrong the last time around, too overwhelmed by Yamato's unyielding belief in him to do it justice.

Maybe this time he can do better.]