[ AUDIENCE: YAMATO ISHIDA ]

[dormheads]

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[darksubverted]

[He snorts quietly, giving Yamato a look that clearly says "yeah right," but he doesn't harp on it again.]

Thanks, by the way.

[ghoststrums]

[ yamato's eye drifts to the mess of nail polish from his tantrum ]

... For what?

[ Because, Like, ]

[darksubverted]

[His lashes lower as his eyes look down, like he's pretending the nail painting is the most interesting thing in the world right now.

He should say "for spending time with me," or maybe, "for listening to my sad-sack mess of a past," or even, "for not judging me too harshly about it." For--being his friend? He really should. The emotions are there, giving him away. Fondness, appreciation, and deep sort of strangely good ache.

But a small secretive smile touches the corner of his lips, and instead he says teasingly:]

For making me look ridiculous.

[ghoststrums]

[ the emotions are a give away, and yamato mirrors them unconsciously when he sort of smiles back for a second before going back to the nails. ]

Don't give me too much credit. A lot of it is natural. [ his face is deadpan, but the amusement gives him away. ]

[darksubverted]

Very funny. Dork.

[They're such dumbasses.

He will let Yamato finish his nails, though. There's no point in having some half done.]