[Will she though, or will she just watch and laugh... only time will tell.
But that's--a good question, actually. He pauses with the daifuku halfway in his mouth, wondering what to say. Do his preferences really matter? Surely the gods would be free to call him whatever they felt like... but since she's asking, he supposes he should try and answer.]
...I would be happy if you could call me Yasusada. [There's something almost shy about him when he answers, as if he's embarrassed to make such a request. But he smiles at her nonetheless, fluffy bangs falling into unnaturally bright eyes.
And then he stuffs the rest of the daifuku in his mouth like a squirrel.]
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But that's--a good question, actually. He pauses with the daifuku halfway in his mouth, wondering what to say. Do his preferences really matter? Surely the gods would be free to call him whatever they felt like... but since she's asking, he supposes he should try and answer.]
...I would be happy if you could call me Yasusada. [There's something almost shy about him when he answers, as if he's embarrassed to make such a request. But he smiles at her nonetheless, fluffy bangs falling into unnaturally bright eyes.
And then he stuffs the rest of the daifuku in his mouth like a squirrel.]