[That smile dipped into something that might have been a grimace, before that little bubble of optimism caused it to brighten again. The memories that mixed and mingled, though confusing, were not going to make him think any differently of the person he'd become friends with. And the fact that Chikusa was able to notice such a small detail, meant there was some truth to whatever relationship they had here.
Which was good enough for Yamamoto, and why that look of concern flickered across his face when seeing the other sway in place.]
Ah - you okay? You sleeping well? [He shifted off the bat, head tilted like a confused puppy. Even if his own memories were proving to strain him, between the headaches and sudden flashbacks that made it where he'd be locked inside his head more than usual. He did a better job of not showing it by putting more emphasis on his smiles, however, and beyond the occasional scoldings he received from teachers, he'd been getting by.
And yet that question was enough for some of it to recede. His eyes looking more like the serious swordsman than that baseball nerd for a minuscule of a second, as he tired to figure out how to answer that.]
Do what I always do, of course. I don't think the others would be happy if I slacked off just because they weren't here.
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[That smile dipped into something that might have been a grimace, before that little bubble of optimism caused it to brighten again. The memories that mixed and mingled, though confusing, were not going to make him think any differently of the person he'd become friends with. And the fact that Chikusa was able to notice such a small detail, meant there was some truth to whatever relationship they had here.
Which was good enough for Yamamoto, and why that look of concern flickered across his face when seeing the other sway in place.]
Ah - you okay? You sleeping well? [He shifted off the bat, head tilted like a confused puppy. Even if his own memories were proving to strain him, between the headaches and sudden flashbacks that made it where he'd be locked inside his head more than usual. He did a better job of not showing it by putting more emphasis on his smiles, however, and beyond the occasional scoldings he received from teachers, he'd been getting by.
And yet that question was enough for some of it to recede. His eyes looking more like the serious swordsman than that baseball nerd for a minuscule of a second, as he tired to figure out how to answer that.]
Do what I always do, of course. I don't think the others would be happy if I slacked off just because they weren't here.