[Yoshimitsu can't help but grumble some. Between the fire pooling in his belly and the sudden dizziness, he's not going anywhere. Alcohol is a deadly vice for most men but Yoshimitsu always avoided it like the plague. There's nothing harmful about a glass of sake but whatever the hell the Shimadas given him is borderline rocket fuel. Not that Yoshimitsu knows what rocket fuel is considering that's far after his days.
When Genji returns with both that mischievous smirk and some clothing, Yoshimitsu forces his eyes to open. Clearly the little dragon has enough common sense not to bring back the gaudiest thing from Hanzo's closet. That's a good thing.]
Not bad. [He comments as he rubs the fabric of the yukata in between his fingers.] This will do nicely.
[He then takes glances at the mask with a nod.]
You've done well, Genji. Both shall do.
[Ignoring the dizziness and all, Yoshimitsu forces himself off the hideous sofa and onto his feet. Even when drunk, Yoshimitsu remains as imposing as ever. Too bad he feels like a mere breeze could kill him now.]
[Please guide him, Genji. Yoshimitsu is actually a tad unsteady on his feet for once. This is a little worrisome for him but honestly, Yoshimitsu know he's in good hands. Sorta.]
The room! The room!
[Listen, that bathroom might be spacious but he has layers after layers of armor to strip off. Then he needs to store it somewhere safe while slips into something a bit more comfortable.]
Just make certain to guard the door with your life! Slay any intruders who dare sneak inside.
[Hilariously enough, Yoshimitsu seems to be this odd mix between both Shimada brothers. He almost seems to resemble Hanzo in both appearance and his core values but at the same time, Yoshimitsu is almost as fun loving as Genji here. It's something he hasn't noticed as of late but the brothers probably have.
He's a strange one but at least he's not an angry drunk. If anything, he's a giddy thing when drunk.]
You're a good man, little one. [He says drunkenly as he pats Genji mossy green mane.] A fine man worthy of a million praise!
I'll be sure to write songs in your honor---
[The Manji trails off suddenly once he catches a glimpse of this green paradise.]
...Are we in a forest?
[With this many plants around, this definitely looks like a forest to him.]
[ it has not escaped his notice that yoshimitsu could almost be an ancestor of theirs. he doesn't think this is so - armor wearing, sword-seeking ninja would make a mark in his family's history for sure - and he takes the pat to his hair with a grin.
genji laughs. ]
As I said, this is my room. Hanzo had the walls done when I asked, so I figured I would lean into the theme a little stronger.
[ his apartment is a little different, but also sports many plants. ]
You may compose songs about me, but wait until you're changed to do so. Do you need assistance?
So that's why this room lacks Hanzo's fondness for drab.
[He comments almost innocently while glancing about. Surely poor Hanzo is sneezing somewhere in the house. Yoshimitsu is pretty much roasting the elder Shimada's lack of style. It's the classic case of the pot and kettle because Yoshimitsu isn't one to talk judging from the gaudy armor and mask. Then again, he'll probably argue about the craftsmanship of his armor and mask along with the various cultural significance just to prove he has taste.
Yoshimitsu is a nuisance like that.]
Assistance? Bah! I can handle this just fine---[He trails off once he realizes his nearly topples over again. The ninja thankfully doesn't fall flat on his face but the stumble clearly answers Genji's question.]
On second thought, maybe I could use a helping hand.
[He laughs loudly as he starts pulling at the clasps under his mask. His armor is very similar to that of a samurai but stylized in a way to better fit his demonic appearance without the trademark kusazuri and other recognizable tidbits. Despite how ancient his armor appears, it almost looks like a modern take of a classic kabuki costume. It's odd, to say the least. However, Genji will eventually find out that under all that armor, Yoshimitsu only wears a thin rubbery bodysuit under it all.
One that isn't forgiving at all and molds to the flesh a quite well.]
[ half defensive, half agreeing. genji wouldn't call the taste drab in any sense, but it doesn't appeal to him half as much as bright colors, lights, and living things do. if he could he'd probably have a lizard in here. instead, ramen often makes her status known by knocking over things. useless lesbian lizard.
genji laughs when yoshimitsu stumbles. ]
Perhaps you could use a wheelchair, too.
[ old man. but genji steps up to undo the clasps - not so dissimilar from his own armor after a point. he carefully sets each piece aside on a carpet. he doesn't have an armor stand but now he's considering getting one, especially since yoshimitsu is beginning to be more involved in both shimada's lives.
the thin bodysuit leaves very little to the imagination, but genji only looks over that backside for a moment before he reaches out to touch the fabric on an arm. ]
[The way Genji is quick to defend his brother is rather adorable in Yoshimitsu's opinion. Too bad he doesn't get the chance to revel in it for long. Though, it somewhat makes him wish he had a sibling or two. Unlike the Shimadas, he's his father's only child. While Yoshimitsu had many friends growing up in his village, he was still quite lonely.]
Hm? [The sudden touch surprises him but only momentarily. He's getting used to being in Genji's presence little by little. Enough to let the other see his face and this much of him without much thought. While he feels an odd spark for Hanzo, he's starting to like Genji just as much.] For the most part, it is.
It's resistant to water but it can still get damp over time.
[He explains with a little grin. The texture of this odd fabric certainly feels rubbery but its oddly smooth as well.]
It serves to keep me warm during some of the colder nights.
[ after a moment, he reaches up to pop some of his armor off. There's underarmor that is brown - but beneath that, there's a black material. if yoshimitsu touches it, it's not rubbery but silky smooth. like someone trying to make something that resembled skin, but not quite achieving the result. ]
Obviously, having prosthetic parts such as mine would be useless if I could not protect them from the bath.
[ he also can't really take it off, barring a doctor's help. ]
[Yoshimitsu watches with odd fascination when Genji starts taking off his armor. He's been pondering about the little dragon a lot more lately since they first met within the park. Genji grew on him immediately but he couldn't wrap his head around what apparently happened to him.
How could someone harm him this badly and leave him for dead?
While Yoshimitsu has his suspicions, he has yet to gain any clarity. As Genji shows off the off fabric substituting for flesh, Yoshimitsu leans in close and caresses his fingers across the surface. He's gentle of course.]
I see. [He mutters while ghosting his fingers down Genji's bicep.] Actually, no. I...I don't understand how such craftsmanship could be possible.
It makes my prosthetic seem so crude.
[He's referencing his left hand. Yoshimitsu rarely uses it outside of combat. So he wouldn't dare touch Genji's sensitive prosthetics using that rough metallic hand.]
You're a lucky man, Genji Shimada. [He says with faint smile.] Far luckier than the man before you.
[Yoshimitsu falls silent for a bit as his thoughts run away with him.]
[ the sad look on the other ninja's face has him worried, and he reaches up to touch the metal of yoshimitsu's prosthetic. ]
Your prosthetic is nothing to be ashamed of. It has helped you, and comparing our two from two very different times of technology is a bit silly.
[ there is a beat, then, ]
The doctor who built my body is here as well. I cannot promise in this place she could do the same, but I could always speak to her about it, if you would like.
[ one limb may be a bit easier for her than three. he has no idea if she could recreate the nerve mesh, either, but it's all worth asking about.
only if yoshimitsu desired it. ]
You may not have luck, but it is apparent your drive and determination have brought you this far. That is no thing to brush off or forget.
There's no shame just--- [Disappointment, maybe? Yoshimitsu much rather not have this abomination but rather than the hand he lost. While he's able to fight just fine with this crude prosthetic, it's not like having his actual hand. The past cannot be changed but sometimes he wishes it could.]
I long for what's lost. [He manages to explain after a moment.] It silly of me to lament now but I do. Though, I might consider meeting with the doctor who aided you.
[He offers Genji a somewhat gloomy smile. It's clear Yoshimitsu hasn't found peace yet but someday, he will. Until then, he's unhappy with himself.]
You are far too kind, Genji. I can see why Hanzo admires you so much.
[Yoshimitsu gives Genji a gentle pat upon the shoulder before continuing to undress. When he's finally slips on the yukata, Yoshimitsu turns to Genji with a little smile. It seems that his earlier gloom as faded.]
...Genji?
[His smile widens a little once he fixes the obi.]
[ he says he longs for what's lost and genji gets the sense it is not just his arm he is talking of. losing your entire family hurts - whether because they died or because they wanted you dead.
he smiles back to yoshimitsu but gives him the space to change his clothes, and when he is dressed he turns to look at him again, giving a delighted laugh. ]
You look very handsome! Anyone you wished for would be helpless to resist such a look.
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[Yoshimitsu can't help but grumble some. Between the fire pooling in his belly and the sudden dizziness, he's not going anywhere. Alcohol is a deadly vice for most men but Yoshimitsu always avoided it like the plague. There's nothing harmful about a glass of sake but whatever the hell the Shimadas given him is borderline rocket fuel. Not that Yoshimitsu knows what rocket fuel is considering that's far after his days.
When Genji returns with both that mischievous smirk and some clothing, Yoshimitsu forces his eyes to open. Clearly the little dragon has enough common sense not to bring back the gaudiest thing from Hanzo's closet. That's a good thing.]
Not bad. [He comments as he rubs the fabric of the yukata in between his fingers.] This will do nicely.
[He then takes glances at the mask with a nod.]
You've done well, Genji. Both shall do.
[Ignoring the dizziness and all, Yoshimitsu forces himself off the hideous sofa and onto his feet. Even when drunk, Yoshimitsu remains as imposing as ever. Too bad he feels like a mere breeze could kill him now.]
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The bathroom is this way, but you are welcome to my room if you would like a bit more space.
[ "more space" the bathrooms are huge, don't listen to him yoshimitsu. ]
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The room! The room!
[Listen, that bathroom might be spacious but he has layers after layers of armor to strip off. Then he needs to store it somewhere safe while slips into something a bit more comfortable.]
Just make certain to guard the door with your life! Slay any intruders who dare sneak inside.
[Okay, he's definitely drunk.]
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he laughs gently. ]
Oh, I'll make sure to guard the door. No one will be dishonoring you by peeking.
[ they get to the room, and when he opens the door it's very... well. it's very green. ]
Place your armor where it makes the most sense, it should be safe here.
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He's a strange one but at least he's not an angry drunk. If anything, he's a giddy thing when drunk.]
You're a good man, little one. [He says drunkenly as he pats Genji mossy green mane.] A fine man worthy of a million praise!
I'll be sure to write songs in your honor---
[The Manji trails off suddenly once he catches a glimpse of this green paradise.]
...Are we in a forest?
[With this many plants around, this definitely looks like a forest to him.]
Someone has excellent tastes! No more ugly sofa.
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genji laughs. ]
As I said, this is my room. Hanzo had the walls done when I asked, so I figured I would lean into the theme a little stronger.
[ his apartment is a little different, but also sports many plants. ]
You may compose songs about me, but wait until you're changed to do so. Do you need assistance?
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[He comments almost innocently while glancing about. Surely poor Hanzo is sneezing somewhere in the house. Yoshimitsu is pretty much roasting the elder Shimada's lack of style. It's the classic case of the pot and kettle because Yoshimitsu isn't one to talk judging from the gaudy armor and mask. Then again, he'll probably argue about the craftsmanship of his armor and mask along with the various cultural significance just to prove he has taste.
Yoshimitsu is a nuisance like that.]
Assistance? Bah! I can handle this just fine---[He trails off once he realizes his nearly topples over again. The ninja thankfully doesn't fall flat on his face but the stumble clearly answers Genji's question.]
On second thought, maybe I could use a helping hand.
[He laughs loudly as he starts pulling at the clasps under his mask. His armor is very similar to that of a samurai but stylized in a way to better fit his demonic appearance without the trademark kusazuri and other recognizable tidbits. Despite how ancient his armor appears, it almost looks like a modern take of a classic kabuki costume. It's odd, to say the least. However, Genji will eventually find out that under all that armor, Yoshimitsu only wears a thin rubbery bodysuit under it all.
One that isn't forgiving at all and molds to the flesh a quite well.]
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[ half defensive, half agreeing. genji wouldn't call the taste drab in any sense, but it doesn't appeal to him half as much as bright colors, lights, and living things do. if he could he'd probably have a lizard in here. instead, ramen often makes her status known by knocking over things. useless lesbian lizard.
genji laughs when yoshimitsu stumbles. ]
Perhaps you could use a wheelchair, too.
[ old man. but genji steps up to undo the clasps - not so dissimilar from his own armor after a point. he carefully sets each piece aside on a carpet. he doesn't have an armor stand but now he's considering getting one, especially since yoshimitsu is beginning to be more involved in both shimada's lives.
the thin bodysuit leaves very little to the imagination, but genji only looks over that backside for a moment before he reaches out to touch the fabric on an arm. ]
Fascinating. Is it waterproof?
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Hm? [The sudden touch surprises him but only momentarily. He's getting used to being in Genji's presence little by little. Enough to let the other see his face and this much of him without much thought. While he feels an odd spark for Hanzo, he's starting to like Genji just as much.] For the most part, it is.
It's resistant to water but it can still get damp over time.
[He explains with a little grin. The texture of this odd fabric certainly feels rubbery but its oddly smooth as well.]
It serves to keep me warm during some of the colder nights.
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[ after a moment, he reaches up to pop some of his armor off. There's underarmor that is brown - but beneath that, there's a black material. if yoshimitsu touches it, it's not rubbery but silky smooth. like someone trying to make something that resembled skin, but not quite achieving the result. ]
Obviously, having prosthetic parts such as mine would be useless if I could not protect them from the bath.
[ he also can't really take it off, barring a doctor's help. ]
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How could someone harm him this badly and leave him for dead?
While Yoshimitsu has his suspicions, he has yet to gain any clarity. As Genji shows off the off fabric substituting for flesh, Yoshimitsu leans in close and caresses his fingers across the surface. He's gentle of course.]
I see. [He mutters while ghosting his fingers down Genji's bicep.] Actually, no. I...I don't understand how such craftsmanship could be possible.
It makes my prosthetic seem so crude.
[He's referencing his left hand. Yoshimitsu rarely uses it outside of combat. So he wouldn't dare touch Genji's sensitive prosthetics using that rough metallic hand.]
You're a lucky man, Genji Shimada. [He says with faint smile.] Far luckier than the man before you.
[Yoshimitsu falls silent for a bit as his thoughts run away with him.]
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Your prosthetic is nothing to be ashamed of. It has helped you, and comparing our two from two very different times of technology is a bit silly.
[ there is a beat, then, ]
The doctor who built my body is here as well. I cannot promise in this place she could do the same, but I could always speak to her about it, if you would like.
[ one limb may be a bit easier for her than three. he has no idea if she could recreate the nerve mesh, either, but it's all worth asking about.
only if yoshimitsu desired it. ]
You may not have luck, but it is apparent your drive and determination have brought you this far. That is no thing to brush off or forget.
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I long for what's lost. [He manages to explain after a moment.] It silly of me to lament now but I do. Though, I might consider meeting with the doctor who aided you.
[He offers Genji a somewhat gloomy smile. It's clear Yoshimitsu hasn't found peace yet but someday, he will. Until then, he's unhappy with himself.]
You are far too kind, Genji. I can see why Hanzo admires you so much.
[Yoshimitsu gives Genji a gentle pat upon the shoulder before continuing to undress. When he's finally slips on the yukata, Yoshimitsu turns to Genji with a little smile. It seems that his earlier gloom as faded.]
...Genji?
[His smile widens a little once he fixes the obi.]
What do you think?
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he smiles back to yoshimitsu but gives him the space to change his clothes, and when he is dressed he turns to look at him again, giving a delighted laugh. ]
You look very handsome! Anyone you wished for would be helpless to resist such a look.