out and about a; [Three days may have passed in the city, but back home, Kashuu's sat through quite a long (and toward the end there, difficult) stretch of time. Blazing through more worlds and sorties and expeditions hadn't been anything outside of the norm until Ikedaya...
But that's a long story and not totally pleasant despite the victory. He'd rather save those thoughts for later, so instead, he focuses on how miffed he is that he was dropped back into this stupid city in clothes that are still battle-torn. Rude?! People with the ability to reconstruct living beings out of data should be able to magic up new outfits, too!! Having to sit through that powerpoint again sure doesn't help his mood, either. He spends the majority of it trying not to meet anyone's eyes, and by the time he gets out, he's feeling pretty unbearably self-conscious. His damage is only on the very low side of medium, but the need to cover the hell up until he can find Haru is strong since it feels like everyone he passes is scrutinizing even the smallest of cuts on his face.
So he nabs a jacket from the first (fashionable) store he finds after stumbling out of ViViD! And he pulls the hood up all the way!! And now he looks shady as hell and it still doesn't really cover up the blood or how messy the rest of his clothing is. This is not how he wants to be seen... Time to book it back home as covertly as possible.
Which turns out to be quite difficult when his vision is largely obscured by this big dumb hood. So maybe you're just minding your own business and knock right into this shit, who barely seems to notice beyond a snappish:] Watch where you're going! [EVEN THOUGH IT'S HIS OWN FAULT.]
b; [Or maybe you're in the apartment building and you've noticed this bum just sort of LURKING IN THE HALL, peering around the corner, eyes fixed on the apartment door leading to swordhaus... He needs to work himself up for this, okay.
Go ahead and sneak up on him, because his dumb ass deserves it. Otherwise, if he spots you first, he'll - dodge back around the corner of the wall. OKAY BYE!! Nothing to see here!]
swordhaus; [A few hours pass and he's had a chance to clean up and calm down and settle back in, so SURPRISE, Kashuu has officially returned to swordhaus!
That is to say, he's sitting at his usual spot on the couch with a plate of snacks set in front of him and is scrolling through something on his CereVice like he's been here the whole time. The telltale sign that it's just for show or an attempt to distract himself? He looks up pretty much the instant anyone else enters the room. Clearly his focus isn't anchored on the screen... But like a true champ of Ignoring Things™, he'll nudge the plate forward with his free hand, eyes darting back to his phone.]
Want one? [He's speaking around a cracker hanging out of his mouth... Maybe it's yours?? He just grabbed the first snacks he could find, as long as they weren't clearly labeled.]
ota; forward dated to 2/18!
[Three days may have passed in the city, but back home, Kashuu's sat through quite a long (and toward the end there, difficult) stretch of time. Blazing through more worlds and sorties and expeditions hadn't been anything outside of the norm until Ikedaya...
But that's a long story and not totally pleasant despite the victory. He'd rather save those thoughts for later, so instead, he focuses on how miffed he is that he was dropped back into this stupid city in clothes that are still battle-torn. Rude?! People with the ability to reconstruct living beings out of data should be able to magic up new outfits, too!! Having to sit through that powerpoint again sure doesn't help his mood, either. He spends the majority of it trying not to meet anyone's eyes, and by the time he gets out, he's feeling pretty unbearably self-conscious. His damage is only on the very low side of medium, but the need to cover the hell up until he can find Haru is strong since it feels like everyone he passes is scrutinizing even the smallest of cuts on his face.
So he nabs a jacket from the first (fashionable) store he finds after stumbling out of ViViD! And he pulls the hood up all the way!! And now he looks shady as hell and it still doesn't really cover up the blood or how messy the rest of his clothing is. This is not how he wants to be seen... Time to book it back home as covertly as possible.
Which turns out to be quite difficult when his vision is largely obscured by this big dumb hood. So maybe you're just minding your own business and knock right into this shit, who barely seems to notice beyond a snappish:] Watch where you're going! [EVEN THOUGH IT'S HIS OWN FAULT.]
b;
[Or maybe you're in the apartment building and you've noticed this bum just sort of LURKING IN THE HALL, peering around the corner, eyes fixed on the apartment door leading to swordhaus... He needs to work himself up for this, okay.
Go ahead and sneak up on him, because his dumb ass deserves it. Otherwise, if he spots you first, he'll - dodge back around the corner of the wall. OKAY BYE!! Nothing to see here!]
swordhaus;
[A few hours pass and he's had a chance to clean up and calm down and settle back in, so SURPRISE, Kashuu has officially returned to swordhaus!
That is to say, he's sitting at his usual spot on the couch with a plate of snacks set in front of him and is scrolling through something on his CereVice like he's been here the whole time. The telltale sign that it's just for show or an attempt to distract himself? He looks up pretty much the instant anyone else enters the room. Clearly his focus isn't anchored on the screen... But like a true champ of Ignoring Things™, he'll nudge the plate forward with his free hand, eyes darting back to his phone.]
Want one? [He's speaking around a cracker hanging out of his mouth... Maybe it's yours?? He just grabbed the first snacks he could find, as long as they weren't clearly labeled.]