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Who: Yamatonokami Yasusada

tsukainikui & anyone likely to be in and around swordhaus and/or the dojo.
When: Event 33ish.
What: Event shenanigans? Event shenanigans. Also a healthy dose of elemental shenanigans on the side.
Rating/Warning: There's eye gore in one prompt, and I'll edit here if anything else needs to be added...!

[ I | IC;9/13 ]

[In the morning, it was a normal, ordinary day, and normal, ordinary days for a one Yamatonokami Yasusada included wandering the now-familiar path to the dojo to teach anyone brave enough (or stupid enough to not take note of clearly-posted warnings) to ask him for help. If he didn't have an opponent, he'd train on his own, and that would be that.

On a normal day.

Today was not a normal day, apparently, because on his way, there was that loud click that some residents might have already noticed and others might not have yet been subjected to, sudden all-encompassing blackness, and the distinct feeling that he might be sick, which did an admirable job of keeping the panic at bay. What it did not do; however, was keep the hapless sword spirit from sitting himself down right in the middle of the sidewalk. People could walk around him, but it really wouldn't do to go stumbling over his own feet until his vision returned and the vertigo faded, right? Right.

Hope he's not in the way for too long, now.]

[ II | IC;9/13-9/20 ]

[One decidedly not-normal day gave way to several more thereafter, and Yamato was... not doing too well, if he was to be honest. Which, of course, meant that he would insist he was fine and everything was normal, as Okitas (and their swords, apparently) do.

But if everything was normal, he probably wouldn't be staying home as often as he was. And if everything was normal, then he definitely wouldn't be bumping into things (and people) with the frequency that he was, or tripping over things, or forgetting how to use his human body in various inconvenient ways. But will he be asking for help? Absolutely not.]

[ III | IC;9/22 | WARNING for eye gore in this prompt. Click here to skip directly to prompt IV. ]

[Something was wrong. That much was abundantly obvious. He - and everyone else, to his knowledge - had been going through periods of... wrongness, for lack of a more defined word. His sight flickered in and out, sometimes only briefly, sometimes for hours at a time. He became disoriented at the drop of a hat. He forgot important things, seemingly at random, only for the memories to come rushing back all at once without warning, his limbs occasionally refused to respond, as though they were not his own. Things Kashuu had been suffering since losing his eye and more. It was unsettling, and Yamato couldn't be blamed for being unable to think entirely rationally.

(Or, perhaps, the conclusion he kept coming to was perfectly logical for him, after all. Who could say?)

But now there was a static buzzing in the back of his eyes, ever-present and toeing the edge of painful but not quite crossing the line over. Yet. This couldn't possibly be a sign of improvement, so the question, now, was was it a herald of something worse to come, or simply a new symptom to toss onto the growing list? And could it be stopped?

There was one way to find out.

And so, Yamato found himself pacing the kitchen, sharp paring knife in hand as he considered his options. To wait and hope, or to not... and hope. But he's never been the sort to sit and do nothing when the means to do something, anything at all, lie in his hands, and so he chooses to act. Haori and scarf are removed, folded, set neatly aside to avoid bloodstaining, but that is the only precaution taken before he leans over the sink, steadying his hands by leaning on the countertop. It should be simple. A quick cut. Scraping. Gouging. Repeat. There would be pain, of course, but expected pain was never as awful as unexpected, and he was already running on adrenaline, besides.

It isn't as easy as it should have been. The cutting is easy, sure. The contents of his eye spilling down his face quick and hot is expected. But there's a metallic scraping that shouldn't be there, rooted in the back of his eye socket, and it takes several long, painful, panicked moments to pry out before it clatters to the sink in a puddle of blood and viscera. It looks, from what he can tell through the hazy vision of his remaining eye, to be a computer part of some sort. He never pretended to know about such things, and as to why there were some in his eyes, he hadn't the slightest clue. But they needed to be gone, now, consequence be damned.

The second eye goes similarly to the first, except this time the clattering of the chip to the sink is accompanied by the louder dropping of the knife, its work very much done.

Anyone who might stumble on the scene after the fact will be met with Yamato still leaning over the sink, heels of his hands pressed to his eyes (sockets, now), and looking for all the world as though he's just come home from a fight.]

[ IV | IC;9/23+ ]

[One minor oversight with a grand master plan like removing ocular implants is that one really should have some method of recovery planned out in advance. Yamato had no such thing, so at present, he's found himself blind, entirely, no fading in and out like before. And as if that wasn't troublesome enough, people keep leaving windows open (apparently), and it's raining out (apparently) intermittently. Someone really should do something about the puddles he keeps stepping in with socks on. And the puddles on the dojo floor. And in his futon.

Really, it's just super inconvenient, because it always kicks up again just when he thinks he's gotten dry. Of course. Such is the way with the world, right?

But of course he also doesn't quite realize he has a little raincloud all to himself, so he'll just. Keep raining on things. Possibly your things. Or you. It might be for the best to gently guide him outside as often as possible, really.]

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( Yamato isn't the only one having problems. It feels like the moment he's returned has just been one thing after another for Mutsu-- the robots not working, Haru being missing, and now this problem with his eyes, with his legs, and apparently others are having lapses of memory? Is he? If he was, there was no way of knowing, was there, huh?

And yes, somethign is wrong-- something is always wrong-- but he isn't prepared for what he sees when he comes home. The first thing he sees is that familiar flash of blue and white, neatly folded next to Yamato as if warning Mutsu that something is wrong. )

Hey... ( Yamato? Why is he huddled over the sink? Is he holding his face? ) Ya aren't crying, are ya?

( But that doesn't seem right and he knows it, stopping behind Yamato, his own eyes focused on the back of his head instead of at the sink. )

What's the matter?

[Of all the people to find him like this, he hadn't expected Mutsu. On one hand, they'd known each other for ages, and it was probably better than being stumbled on by someone who would have to spare concern for someone they barely know or like or tolerate or whatever the case may be, but on the other hand... it's Mutsu.

Mutsu who is asking if he's crying, of all things, even as blood drips down his hands and face in an odd mockery of tears.

He has to laugh about it, a bit.]

Of course I'm not crying, Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki.

[But he's not catching on, and not going away, and keeping on with that annoying concern, so he just kind of... huffs out a sigh.]

Nothing's the matter.

( Everything feels weird right now. The eerie quietness, Yamato's always ominous laughter, and that suspicious, dripping sound in the sink. Drip, drip, he isn't crying but something is falling is from Yamato's face and Mutsu can feel something twist in his stomach. He doesn't want to see because he's already begun to smell that sharp, iron smell that makes him anxious and he just knows there's a lot of blood. )

Don't lie to me. ( He pushes himself forward. Take that step and then another. Now look. Look at what's wrong but he can't take his eyes off of Yamato still. ) If something's wrong with ya, I wanna know.

( Because it's important to him. It's important to know the condition of his allies, right. That's why he's bothering with Yamato right now? But the blood is so strong in the air, it's making him anxious now, )

... What did you do? ( Becaues of course, Yamato did something. Of course he did. ) Look at me when I'm talking to ya!

[Removing the implants (and his eyes with them) had - as far as Yamato was concerned - freed him successfully of the odd symptoms and static-headaches. All in all a good thing. What he failed to account for was the fact that Haru had been absent for a time, so there was no one around to repair him.

A major oversight.

And now, with the rain coming inside as often as it was (for some reason), and no repairs in sight (ha), Yamato was growing restless. And when he was restless, he wandered off to the dojo for training. Never mind that he couldn't see - he'd learned the way by memory by now, and he knew his drills many, many times better than the route.

And hey, maybe someone would be there willing to spar against him. Just because he was blind didn't mean he wouldn't have to fight, right? So better get used to it.

Or... maybe it would be better to seek it out.

So he calls a name when he enters the dojo, completely unaware if the owner of said name was even present.]

Say-o Sa-mon-jiiiii. Do you want to train with me?

[After he got his own implants removed, Sayo thought his troubles are briefly over. He's tentatively cautious once he can talk again, and went on with his own routine.

But then, the flickering flames started to show up. First, some items got burned up. Then, he left scorched marks as he walk around. It's basically another troublesome thing for him to do.

And out of concern that the flames might burn down the apartment, he head outside for a while. For a moment, there's no fire. Just long enough for him to consider going to the dojo and vent out his feelings in training or a brave student wanting to face him.

... Inside the dojo, there's some burn marks on the walls and floors. There's even a faint scent of something burned drifting in the air. If the smell aren't blocked by the now cooler air. And then, the sounds of raindrops and Yamato's voice.

Standing in the middle of the training hall, he looks over his shoulder.]

Yes, I do. [Honestly, Yamato's one of Sayo's top picks for a sparring partner because of certain and most definitely intense reasons. Whenever Sayo sees Yamato's face, he pause.] Yamatonokami Yasusada?

[His face...? His eyes??]

[Ah! So he was present! Perfect. There would be no problem here, then, and sure Yamato might not do as well as usual, but he was expecting that, and if he could land even one blow on Sayo when he couldn't see the quiet little tantou, then he'd consider it a success.

But there's concern in Sayo's voice, and he tilts his head to the side questioningly, instead of simply launching into a sparring match with reckless abandon.]

Yes, Sayo Samonji?

... What happened to your eyes?

[Sayo would be the one to point things out, if he needs to. The elephant in the room, so to speak. Anything more minor, he would leave it alone for later. But not this time.

Especially when it comes to a comrade's state of... being?]

Ah...

[Leave it to Sayo to point such things out.

...Also leave it to Sayo to do so without screaming in abject horror. Good job Sayo. Persimmon for you.]

I removed them.

[Because that's a normal thing to do??? Or say???!?]

[Well, either he scream about it and likely draw attention. Or... don't scream about it and try to get more information. It is still rather shocking to see, however.]

You removed them? Why?

[Actually, he have an idea why...]

[What a good, sensible kid.]

I did. I had to get the troublesome things out of them.

[A sensible kid outside of revenge.]

... Those implants? [Called it.] I'm glad you got them out as well. Although, your method was very extreme.

[He feels like that's a tad far, especially when they have to consider repairs...]

Doesn't it bother you like this? [BEING BLIND... as he assumed from this. Should they get someone to look at Yamato's eyes?]

[Still sensible. Yamato Understands the revenge thing... kind of.]

Yes. There was not another way...

[Okay, so to be fair he totally didn't look - or ask - for another way, so maybe it was pretty extreme, especially with Haru kind of missing, with no repairs in sight, but... whatever?]

Hmm... It is troublesome, sometimes... [Like when he bumps into things, or is looking for something, or now, when he wants to train, but it'll probably be super difficult. Oh well.]

I see... because I removed mine. But nothing like how yours was.

[Literally no blood and causing body harm. A pause, before he ask the most important question.]

Can you fight like this?

[Can Yamato's eyes regrow? Or do they need Haru or someone else's skills for it? Either way, Sayo wonders how well Yamato can perform in this state.]

Oh...

[That was... possible? He didn't know, but to be fair, he hadn't thought to ask, either.]

I can. Maybe not as well as usual, but that is why I must train.

[He needs repairs. He knows he needs repairs, but Haru has been missing, and so he's stuck. Oops. He also knows that maybe asking Sayo to train with him wasn't the best idea, but if he's going to get good at fighting blind, then a quiet, speedy, ruthless little tantou sounds like the best bet to him.]

[The awful thing about knowing Yamato for so long is that he can tell, almost without fail, when things are just the regular shade of "not okay" and when they start treading into more serious territory. It's a sense of unease that he can't put an exact name to - one that he feels when walking into the kitchen in search of a glass, only to see Yamato's back at the sink.]

...Yasusada? Weren't you gonna go to the dojo?

[Who Knows™, Kashuu just automatically assumes Yamato is going to train every time he leaves the apartment for this or that reason...

Either way, takes a couple of cautious steps forward at first. The closer he gets, the easier it is to catch the scent of blood, and he can see splashes of it sloping up the side of the sink basin from where he stands.]

What happened—?

[Yamato recognizes Kashuu's entry by his footsteps first, before he says anything at all, and he just barely pushes back the reflex to turn and look at him when he speaks. Not to be An Impolite Punk (like usual) but definitely because he's totally a mess, and doesn't want to make a mess for someone else. For once.]

Ah- did I say that, Kashuu Kiyomitsu?

[It's totally possible he could have. He doesn't remember. If he had, he got distracted along the way - clearly - and if he hadn't, then it was a safe assumption on Kashuu's part, so there was no harm either way.

But he asks what happened.]

I... fixed it. The buzzing in my head.

[The fact that Yamato doesn't turn sets off more alarm bells - as if there weren't enough already with the presence of blood - and so he steps closer. This is how things work, after all; he always has concern to spare when it comes to his troublesome mirror.]

What do you mean? The buzzing...

[He hasn't been dealing with anything like that, but he'd been a bit luckier than the others in that sense. They have more issues to deal with with the way their eye chips went out than he does.

Regardless, he'll be sliding right up to the sink since personal space is for chumps, trying to get a look at Yamato to see where the blood has come from, so long as he doesn't try turning away.]

[Ah. He's making Kashuu concerned. That... won't do. That kind of makes him feel like he's done something wrong, now, because Kashuu never shows that much concern that easily.

Or, at least he never notices - willingly, sometimes - when he does. They're counterparts, and look out for each other to the end, but that doesn't mean they're functional... all the time.]

Did you not get it? Aah... lucky... It's like... you know when the picture-box in the living room is on, but not showing anything but the white and black fuzzy dots? [Static. The word is static, Yamato.] It was like that, in my head... since this morning, along with everything else, so...

[A little half-smile, that Kashuu will be able to see with his peeking, because Yamato doesn't turn away, even if hands and bangs do hide the true source of the blood.]

I fixed it.

[It's not usually in his nature to care for things softly, really, but he can spare a little more of that now. It's easier to be just a little more open after the shared memories, even if "easier" doesn't necessarily equate to "actually functional". It's a slow climb...]

...Yeah, I didn't get it. [He knows he's lucky(ish - as lucky as anyone could be in a situation like this.) He listens carefully as Yamato explains the sense of static he'd been dealing with, and mentions the "everything else", and he presses his lips together in a brief display of tension.]

What do you mean? When you say that you fixed it, what does that mean?

[He's got a sneaking suspicion but it's so awful to consider that he doesn't even realize it's a suspicion at all just yet. Once he's close enough, he reaches out, fingers briefly touching the side of Yamato's wrist as though asking him to move his hands.]

[A slow climb that really isn't easy or fun or quick, but one they had been managing pretty well. For the most part. And Yamato still didn't say anything about this particular issue until it was too late.]

It means I fixed it.

[Simple as that. Because the static is gone, and there's no vertigo or shaky balance, he can hear and he can speak and he can control his movement. Fixed.

With one... very slight problem.

Kashuu's fingers make contact with his wrist, and Yamato does move that hand, shows it to him, palm-up, coated in blood, dripping to stain his sleeves (and that was why he sensibly removed his haori. Of course.), but also shifts his other hand to keep pressure on both eye sockets.

Because they still hurt, and they were still bleeding, and sure that was worrisome, but he'd opened up to Kashuu, and they were partners, so he needed to let him check on him... even if he let it happen slowly.]

[WELL. ...Well.

That is one way of fixing the problems that these implants cause, he supposes. Or would, if he had the mind to focus on the "positives" here, which he doesn't. He's stricken instead by the blood on Yasusada's hands and face and the way he keeps his other hand pressed over his eyes - or the sockets, anyway, which he can imagine even without being told directly.

There's a part of him that's grateful Yasusada had trusted him and allowed him this much, but come on. This is why he's aging at 100 years a day here. One hand is still on Yasusada's wrist, but the other rises to touch his cheek, just below where Yasusada's own hand is.]

What did you do—?! Yasusada! Haruji isn't here!

[Which, translated from frantic bursts, means how do you expect to fix this?]

I fixed it, Kashuu Kiyomitsu.

[So he keeps insisting, because what else can he do? What other excuse does he have, when Kashuu's voice is getting more frantic, and the shades of panic are starting to bleed over into him as the reality of what he really did starts to set in and oh shit he's blinded himself - possibly for quite a while...]

It's okay. [Was it?] I'll be okay. [Would he?

Put purely objectively, he would be. He hadn't cut away flesh or eyelids or much of anything that would prevent him from keeping his eyes (or. the sockets, anyway.) closed. All that had ended up in the sink were eyes and chips and so, so much blood. But practically, there would be... adjustment.

At least he was stubborn.

But not quite stubborn enough to keep from leaning into Kashuu's touch on his cheek.]

...I think I'll be okay.

[Kashuu knows he's probably not helping matters by being so panicked about this, but he can't really help that, himself. This is a pretty legitimate thing to be panicking over, after all - considering Yamato just gouged his dang eyes out and they have no way of fixing that.

He could also probably mention here that Yamato is a real moron for not looking into less invasive methods of removal, but for once, he bites his tongue in favor of saying something more important.]

Why didn't you say something? You don't have to deal with this stuff by yourself, you know?

[But he did and now there are two eyes and a lot of blood in the sink and OH BOY he doesn't even know where to begin... Here, probably. Right here. He keeps his hand where it is, and the one that's at Yamato's wrist moves to hold the back of his and instead so he can take a look at his bloody palm.]

Let's... just start by getting you cleaned up, okay? You really made a mess.

[ Kogitsunemaru's fortunate to have two jobs when one of them gets a little boring. The lucky lifestyle of a grandpa who really couldn't care less about a restaurant, trying to take advantage of every little thing that he could, and really, they benefited from him taking the occasional time off in order to take care of the Family Business.

Namely, the Die-jo.

But on his way... who should he come across but the stabbiest of swords, the most relentless of tsukumogami, Yamatonokami Yasusada! ]

Eh, Yamato? Are you alright?

[ Normally, he'd chime in with something a little playful, maybe an offer of a princess carry? This, however, felt different. ]

... why are you doing an impression of a rock?

[ Okay. Maybe just a little one. ]

[The stabbiest of swords! What high praise! Best fox grandpa!

But hearing his name being called out makes Yamato glance up in the... general direction of where the voice came from, because his vision has only just begun to fade back in, and he's not sure it would be smart to get up and look around with the vague feelings of vertigo and nausea.

And Kogi isn't the worst person to have around, even if he was sure to tease.]

Kogitsunemaru? I am doing an impression of a rock because I cannot see and I do not feel well, and rocks do not vomit on sidewalks.

[Taking the teasing at face-value? Yep. Good job, kiddo.]

[ Realistically, it's probably a coin flip between him and Sayo. Either way, the stabbier, the better? Maybe? ]

Says you. Best to keep your eyes out for those stones with faces.

[ ...

Crouching down, he doesn't see anything externally wrong with Yams, nor anything that would normally indicate damage done to his vessel--- the most dangerous thing to a spirit tied to an object, of course. He even goes the distance by putting the back of his hand against Yamato's forehead!

Feels like... normal? What even is a normal temperature, Kogi has no clue. Blame or thank television. ]

Then, I believe I should assist you! Unless, of course, you feel otherwise.

[ He's already passed someone on the streets who randomly combusted into flames (with no bodily harm to them or him). Water's far safer...except for the puddles. He's already gone through his own mishaps with that, waking up and finding everything in his vicinity is soaked. Even now he feels like he won't ever be At this rate maybe everyone with water elements should go jump in a body of water and stay there until this pass...

So it's not too much of a surprise when he turns up at the dojo and there's water everywhere. If it wasn't Yamato, it'd be him or someone else. But it seems like something else is off about this situation. Fortunately, Saitou's dealt with his own bout of blindness already. ] There is...rain. Right above your head.

[ There wasn't really any other way to put it. At least it wasn't fire. ]

[Luckily enough, Yamato has been blissfully ignorant of all the other elemental shenanigans that were going on. Unluckily, though, no one had outright told him that he was the one making it rain in his general vicinity until Saitou spoke up. Thanks Saitou. What a good guy.]

Ah-? But that's impossible...

[A bold assertion, delivered with quite a bit of Doubt, because this is cerealia, and they could probably definitely decide to make it rain on one guy's parade pretty near constantly if they so chose.

But more importantly-]

...Who are you? You don't sound familiar.

[Can he trust you, mysterious stranger?]

It's been happening to me as well; today I woke up and and found my place flooding. One can only assume this place is changing again. [ And probably for the worse.

It's on the tip of Saitou's tongue to ask what happened to his eyes, but he's going to be polite and leave that for now. More important things are at hand, like the question of who he is. ]

Saitou Hajime.

I have not visited here in a while. [ Because he lost a few weeks, woke up, and realised it had happened yet again. This place is so great... ]

Ah- [Well. That was certainly... familiar enough. Everything seemed damp - at the very least - at the swordhaus apartments lately, and now he knew he was to blame.

And it has him shuffling - quickly - to put up his practice sword to linger on the edge of the training floor. Rude punk that he is, he might have just left altogether mid-conversation if it were almost anyone else, since keeping the dojo a safe practice space - without puddles everywhere - was more important than someone to commiserate with over leaving said puddles everywhere, but.

Well.

This was Saitou Hajime, and he's definitely still not over meeting Actual Real Life Shinsengumis.

So instead of leaving he'll just be bouncing with barely contained excitement.]

Really? Really really? You're Saitou Hajime?

[The past few days have been disconcerting, to say the least - random issues with his legs, his arms, his eyes, the rest of him...Nakigitsune is actually blind at the moment, his fox somehow directing him in silence as he goes about his business. He hasn't been leaving home much either lately, though...and so home is where he runs into Yamato! Or walks, more accurately.

A bump, a slight stagger, a moment where he manages not to fall over--and after an awkward silence:]

......Sorry.

[A bump, and Yamato isn't quite so lucky, because he absolutely takes one step to steady himself and... his knee doesn't work. So he faceplants rather ungracefully into the sofa. Ah... he'll just... stay put. Nothing to see, he totally meant to do that... the silence totally isn't embarrassing...

But then the silence itself is explained when a vaguely familiar voice drifts lightly through the air and prompts him to actually look up at his assailant.

(Ok not assailant, but it sounded less embarrassing that way...)]

Nakigitsune?

[Don't worry Yamato, Nakigitsune's not the type to judge. Especially since he can't actually see what happened.

He gazes sightlessly in the direction of Yamato's voice, wondering vaguely if he's looking in the right direction.]

That's right.

[The fox yips. Guess what's wrong with him right now?]

[Well. At least he couldn't see what happened. That was nice, but also no guarantee Fox didn't see what happened...

Oh, but. Fox wasn't jabbering on, so something was wrong...]

...Is Fox okay?

[Not that he's... not concerend about you, too, Naki. But Fox is important to you, so gotta check in on the helpful friend. Or something.]

[Fox totally saw what happened...he's a good fox though, he probably won't tell.

Also: Naki nods! As he's nudged into taking a few careful steps in Yamato's direction. Fox will yip again when he's close enough, don't wanna fall over the sofa or anything.]

He can't talk right now. [As if that wasn't obvious.]

[That probably is concerning, but there's nothing to be done except threaten the fox into silence, and that would make Naki sad, so... he's not going to be doing that. Probably.]

He... can't? Even he's victim to all this weirdness, too?

[But why? Fox wasn't a person... And okay, so sometimes Yamato thought it was just Naki talking through fox, too, but then why would he suddenly decide to not have them both effected by becoming mute? Guess that settled that.]

[The fox nods sadly...if he knew Yamato had thought Naki was faking it, he'd have some very choice words to say!! If he was capable of saying anything right now, anyway.

But no, it's just the nod and a whine from him, as Naki stays awkwardly standing where he is. Maybe they'll be better in a few minutes? Maybe they'll switch problems and Naki will be the mute one. Not that anyone would notice anything wrong, in that case.]

.....Are you, too?

[He didn't know Naki And Fox well enough to be super sure! And he didn't know anyone who would know well enough to ask, either, so it was just one mystery he'd never really counted on being solved.

But then it was. Not that it was especially worth the inconvenience.]

...Sometimes. Not right now, but...

[But how long would that last? And his balance was actually totally screwy at the moment, but admitting as much would be as good as admitting he'd toppled over the couch. So he was perfectly fine. Yep.]

[Hmmm. Naki looks(?) down at Yamato, contemplating what to say next. Let's see, uh---wait.]

No? [but didn't you just fall or something /headtilt]

Nope.

[No he. Totally meant. To topple onto the couch. Totally on purpose. He was comfy down there, and Naki can't judge him one bit.]

[Naki can't judge him, but the fox totally can. He's watching you, Yamato! He also yipped, he's telling Naki on you, he knows.

Naki waits a long moment.

And then makes an attempt at a disbelieving stare in what is probably Yamato's direction.]

[Aaaa! No! Bad fox! Rudest fox! He wasn't supposed to tattle on him!

But he does kind of look a little sheepish at that disbelieving stare in his general direction. Sorry Naki. Gumis have Too Much Pride to contend with.]

...What?

["What?" he asks, as if he doesn't already know. Naki stares for a little while, then closes his eyes for another little while, then. Rubs at them.

It doesn't help him see any better.]

...Can't tell.

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