[SO AT SOME POINT while they're all locked up in the timeout box to think about their sins, Kashuu will just
quietly move over toward wherever Souji is, one little scoot at a time. He doesn't really know how to use his words in a situation like this and doesn't think anything he could say would make things better anyway, but he still wants to at least show that he isn't angry or upset. ...Well, that he's not angry, at least. Avoiding being upset would be well near impossible.
Once he gets close enough, he reaches out to touch Souji's elbow and then, if he's not pushed away, he'll lean over to rest his head against his shoulder.]
[ Souji's been staring at nothing in particular for the past however long they've been in the timeout box for, but even if he's assuredly not making eye contact with any of the other murder squad, he can practically feel Kashuu inch his way towards him. one scoot at a time. So really, he has all the time in the world to burrow away into a hole of his own self-loathing or to flinch away from the contact. He does neither of those things. Instead, he flicks his gaze up as Kashuu touches his elbow and doesn't move away as he rests his head against his shoulder. ]
I don't really get it.
[ He finally says. ]
Aren't you supposed to be mad?
[ That's the normal reaction, right? Anger, hatred, blame. Souji's used to all three. He knows the way Kashuu holds onto his sleeve, or moves closer for physical contact is a habit of the tsukumogami's, but it strikes him as very strange. For anyone to want to touch a thing like him. That's weird. ]
[Souji's going to be stuck with a barnacle now, good luck. Kashuu doesn't really know what to do with himself honestly, since killing pointlessly goes against what was ingrained into him from his earliest days. As a weapon and a tool used for a specific purpose, it makes sense that his ideals and morals were shaped accordingly - that he doesn't have trouble shedding blood, but that because of his human wielders, he disdains spilling any unnecessarily.
And that's why he isn't mad. Even though this Okita isn't his Okita, they share enough that Kashuu is certain he could say "you wouldn't really kill for fun" and be entirely correct not counting Kaoru. As for the question:]
I'm not mad. Not at you, anyway.
[He punctuates the last sentence by rubbing his forehead against Souji's shoulder, though the gesture isn't super affectionate - it's more exhausted than anything, like someone rubbing their face into their pillow at the end of a long day.]
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quietly move over toward wherever Souji is, one little scoot at a time. He doesn't really know how to use his words in a situation like this and doesn't think anything he could say would make things better anyway, but he still wants to at least show that he isn't angry or upset. ...Well, that he's not angry, at least. Avoiding being upset would be well near impossible.
Once he gets close enough, he reaches out to touch Souji's elbow and then, if he's not pushed away, he'll lean over to rest his head against his shoulder.]
the timeout box i can't believe
I don't really get it.
[ He finally says. ]
Aren't you supposed to be mad?
[ That's the normal reaction, right? Anger, hatred, blame. Souji's used to all three. He knows the way Kashuu holds onto his sleeve, or moves closer for physical contact is a habit of the tsukumogami's, but it strikes him as very strange. For anyone to want to touch a thing like him. That's weird. ]
they made it big...
And that's why he isn't mad. Even though this Okita isn't his Okita, they share enough that Kashuu is certain he could say "you wouldn't really kill for fun" and be entirely correct
not counting Kaoru. As for the question:]I'm not mad. Not at you, anyway.
[He punctuates the last sentence by rubbing his forehead against Souji's shoulder, though the gesture isn't super affectionate - it's more exhausted than anything, like someone rubbing their face into their pillow at the end of a long day.]