[ while a part of him fully wants to refute the use of that nickname...
he's also become painfully aware of the fact that it would probably yield little to no results. ]
shut up who are saying is checking in on you
[ his fingers are about 0.2 cm away from typing away his secondary justification to this message, but then he receives the second message. all in perfect time. ignoring the first two statements— ]
pitching?? as in, baseball? i didn't know you played
call me yamamoto if you want! it rolls off the tongue better
[ no, it doesn't.
but being situationally-challenged doesn't stop yamamoto from taking this obvious bait at recruiting someone to join the burgeoning baseball team that has only previously existed in the constraints of his mind for the past few months or so. there are so many volleys and swims, but where are the baseball aficionados?!?! ]
yep! do you play too? we should host a game together we need to find a baseball diamond first though
[ heavy lifting = fisticuffs training??? he remembers sasagawa offhandedly screaming to anyone who gave him the time of day over his heavy regimen. ]
you box as well?? one of my senpais back home is also a boxer! i'll put in a good word for you when we get out of here he's always looking for new recruits!
[ but on that note, some veneer of empathy: ]
haha, i always feel a little nervous there myself it wouldn't be a good place to play baseball if it makes ppl feel bad though
[ he knows he's at least.... partially at fault for not properly expounding on his own words, but it wasn't as if he were about to admit to that (anytime soon or ever). still, he does, at the bare minimum, keep to texting. ]
soccer i play soccer... i think
[ but, more importantly: ]
then where were you planning on playing??? the classroom?
[ who can interpret this hieroglyphic that yamamoto must have erroneously sent in response ... the enigma continues without once ceasing ...
also, amnesia isn't an excuse for acting salty?! excuse you. ]
sorry sorry!! i didn't mean to make you mad there's already a lot of ppl playing in there too
[ as referring to the high ratio of sport-oriented teens. it's survival of the fittest, and he's only managed to recruit nao (against his better judgment). will yamato become the second acolyte ... ]
we still need to find enough people first. do you know anyone who's really interested in baseball?
[ looks like yamamoto's stuck to acting like he's already convinced the soccer guy to join this failed endeavor. ]
[ just as yamamoto inserted that emote to act as some sort of annoying rejoinder (or this is how he's decisively opting to interpret it), yamato ellipses without remorse. despite being a simple three characters, it's one that emanates a certain severity at its core. or, at least, illustrated his irritation/bewilderment/how are you real sentiments. ]
whatever forget it but, i guess there's that...
hey wait, i never said i was joining you!? i said i'd toss the ball around a bit but that's all don't get any dumb ideas all right
[ and now yamamoto's reverse-engineered the use of his classmate's ellipsis to convey a sense of acute excitement. granted, it probably wasn't construed that way, but yamamoto can't help the kind of person he is. cut him some slack, senpai. he's as real as yamato himself. ]
how many ppl do we need to make a club? it's just you, me, and matsubara rn but if you advertise we should be able to recruit more members use your talent for the good of others, yamato!
we can call it the "recruit more people to the new baseball club" plan!! sounds good, right??
[ While your character is sleeping in the night, someone has shaken an excessive amount of pepper and dust or even animal dander into your character's nose. The mysterious, mischievous person manages to run away before being caught, although as they make their escape, white hair can be seen in the distance, and faintly one can make out a boy's uniform.
For the remainder of the 20th, your character will have sneezing fits and feel aching and sore, as if they'd caught a cold. If your character wipes their nose at any point, they may feel as if the flesh and cartilage is gone and will instead touch bone - although their face will appear normal. This feeling extends to others as well, and if your character touches them, even if they look normal, they will feel bony as if their flesh is gone. ]
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to text you and see hwere it goes
not that i really care either way
[ aka, this is a check-in message.
... only, he manages to follow it up with a simple. ]
flea
[ who's petty? not yamato. ]
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[ they're on terms of endearment already?! incredible ... ]
i missed seeing you around!! how've you been?
i'm polishing up on my pitching right now. wanna help?
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he's also become painfully aware of the fact that it would probably yield little to no results. ]
shut up
who are saying is checking in on you
[ his fingers are about 0.2 cm away from typing away his secondary justification to this message, but then he receives the second message. all in perfect time. ignoring the first two statements— ]
pitching??
as in, baseball? i didn't know you played
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[ is he being passive-aggressive or is his natural reaction to blatant animosity to laugh it off in any viable capacity ... who knows ... ]
call me yamamoto if you want! it rolls off the tongue better
[ no, it doesn't.
but being situationally-challenged doesn't stop yamamoto from taking this obvious bait at recruiting someone to join the burgeoning baseball team that has only previously existed in the constraints of his mind for the past few months or so. there are so many volleys and swims, but where are the baseball aficionados?!?! ]
yep! do you play too? we should host a game together
we need to find a baseball diamond first though
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it's not like i have a use for your name
anyway, i don't really play
but i do get how it works
[ ... ]
probably
... where do you think you're even going to find something like that?
you might be better off making your own
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[ in one ear, out the other. ]
but the only open space is the courtyard! :-( i'd feel really bad digging up the grass and that big tree when so many ppl hang out there
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it isn't anything like lifting [ as in... soccer lifting... ]
but if it'll get you to shut up
[ this is the smoothest agreement he's capable of, okay. ]
people hang out there but it isn't like they actually enjoy it
does it really matter?
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you box as well??
one of my senpais back home is also a boxer! i'll put in a good word for you when we get out of here
he's always looking for new recruits!
[ but on that note, some veneer of empathy: ]
haha, i always feel a little nervous there myself
it wouldn't be a good place to play baseball if it makes ppl feel bad though
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same yamas, dif. ... verything else??? ]
i...
you're an idiot
[ he knows he's at least.... partially at fault for not properly expounding on his own words, but it wasn't as if he were about to admit to that (anytime soon or ever). still, he does, at the bare minimum, keep to texting. ]
soccer
i play soccer... i think
[ but, more importantly: ]
then where were you planning on playing???
the classroom?
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[ he's not a complete moron, just ... emotionally obtuse ... forgive him for his indiscretion?!?! ]
haha what?? you dont know if you play soccer?????
[ yamamoto talks in absolutes, so he tramples over any notions of uncertainty without missing a beat. ]
aaaa i guess so! teach might get mad if we break the windows though
where would you play?
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get that into your head
[ even if it's a thin a margin with yamato... ]
also somehow the way you say that really pisses me off
[ excuse you??? he has amnesia, okay??? ]
there's the gym, but no matter how you look at it, it probably wasn't made for baseball
the courtyard [ ah... back to phase 1. ]
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[ who can interpret this hieroglyphic that yamamoto must have erroneously sent in response ... the enigma continues without once ceasing ...
also, amnesia isn't an excuse for acting salty?! excuse you. ]
sorry sorry!! i didn't mean to make you mad
there's already a lot of ppl playing in there too
[ as referring to the high ratio of sport-oriented teens. it's survival of the fittest, and he's only managed to recruit nao (against his better judgment). will yamato become the second acolyte ... ]
we still need to find enough people first. do you know anyone who's really interested in baseball?
[ looks like yamamoto's stuck to acting like he's already convinced the soccer guy to join this failed endeavor. ]
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[ just as yamamoto inserted that emote to act as some sort of annoying rejoinder (or this is how he's decisively opting to interpret it), yamato ellipses without remorse. despite being a simple three characters, it's one that emanates a certain severity at its core. or, at least, illustrated his irritation/bewilderment/how are you real sentiments. ]
whatever forget it
but, i guess there's that...
hey wait, i never said i was joining you!?
i said i'd toss the ball around a bit but that's all
don't get any dumb ideas all right
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[ and now yamamoto's reverse-engineered the use of his classmate's ellipsis to convey a sense of acute excitement. granted, it probably wasn't construed that way, but yamamoto can't help the kind of person he is. cut him some slack, senpai. he's as real as yamato himself. ]
how many ppl do we need to make a club? it's just you, me, and matsubara rn but if you advertise we should be able to recruit more members
use your talent for the good of others, yamato!
we can call it the "recruit more people to the new baseball club" plan!! sounds good, right??
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For the remainder of the 20th, your character will have sneezing fits and feel aching and sore, as if they'd caught a cold. If your character wipes their nose at any point, they may feel as if the flesh and cartilage is gone and will instead touch bone - although their face will appear normal. This feeling extends to others as well, and if your character touches them, even if they look normal, they will feel bony as if their flesh is gone. ]