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❝ walk the streets like a  w a n t e d  man ❞ yata misaki from [k] caporegime of roseus carmine 003 affiliated with biting bullets

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Table Manners | Reiji & Yata

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"You become accustomed to trying new things in the kitchen," he mused happily, thoroughly content that the other seemed to give a content reaction. At least it seemed that food was enough to cover up a previously sour mood. A thing of social bonding, perhaps? No less, it seemed that Misaki was settled by it, and it turned out to be easy enough to follow along. "I’m well-versed enough in the culinary arts that I have dabbled in more than my fair share of combinations such as this," Reiji gloated, truly relishing the other’s appreciation for this discovery.

It was a form of chemistry— cooking was. There were certain elements of spice, and the basis of a food’s chemical makeup that simply made some things just taste better than others. It ranged from plain examples such as peanut butter and jelly, to chocolate and pretzels, to grapefruit and pickled cabbage. Reiji was unfortunate enough to be persuaded into cooking meals by a select few, as he couldn’t stand his fine china to be used, as they would jest, even if it was no laughing matter to him. Not to mention that the kitchen would be a disastrous mess afterward.

"I am pleased to see you are enjoying it, Mister Yata." Having finished extracting the bones from his selection of fish, Reiji poured a generous amount of a warm sauce on it, cutting off a piece for himself to savor.

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"I hear that," Yata replied with a mumble, digging his knife into the meat once more to cut another portion. Sticking his fork into the freed piece, he lifted it to his mouth for a moment before pausing and listening to the rest of what Reiji had to say. As pompous as the other's wording seemed to be, it wasn't as if the ginger hadn't done the same. Flashing a brief, dry smile, he nodded slowly as if taking this in. "I like to cook, too," he said simply. "Experimenting with different ingredients was always fun to me, and I know enough now that I'm sure what to use and what not to use when combining, er... unusual ingredients."

Finally placed the food between his lips, he removed the fork and chewed carefully as he considered his own response. Despite having left home at an early age, his mother had to taught him to cook when he was even younger so that he could take care of himself. He always enjoyed being able to create things on his own, and it helped that he was pretty handy with... fire and using it in the kitchen. To Yata, it wasn't a bother when people asked him to cook as long as they were willing to help him or do something in return. Otherwise it could get bothersome really fuckin' fast for sure...

Swallowing the bite he'd taken, Misaki tilted his head at Reiji's comment before laughing a little. "It's nice t'learn new things about food, so yeah, I'm enjoying it," he told him. "The tip was useful and, well, it tasted good. Thanks for that."

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another attempt || yata & munakata

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Well, perhaps it was wrong to say that Munakata thought of them as less than human - of course he had to be aware of the fact that they were, and thus thought like humans, but of course the brute aspect remained true. Barely better than animals hunting their prey, but at least a little bit smarter. Maybe. Still below even the lowest soldier in Caeruleus, though, for they value subtlety and brains over dramatic displays of power and violence as per the Roseus way.

That little laugh was interesting, but Reishi already understood it. He’d resolved himself not to be bothered by the comments, anymore, then. How boring. Well, in that case there was no point in wasting time, so he simply hummed, “So, are we eyeing the rides, or more food?” Note the use of ‘we’, but otherwise it was a genuinely normal topic of conversation, and he wasn’t even trying to get anything from it except a normal answer. Well, not that he would turn down anything useful, but he didn’t exactly expect it to come up. The purpose of the carnival was to promote peace between the two groups, so he supposed he could at least act friendly for now.

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Not that Munakata's personal opinion on the Roseus really made him any more likable. Whether he considered them human or not, it was true that the way he regarded them was shitty and Yata didn't appreciate it one bit. Though he couldn't exactly put him above any of the Blues in that sense since he considered them pretty trashy in return. In the end, they were all going to look at each other poorly and it didn't matter a damn bit to either of the families. Not that the caporegime himself really gave much of a shit...

Misaki hadn't exactly expected that sort of response to his own shift in attitude. In fact, it made him slow his steps a big, though he didn't halt altogether. He spared Munakata a glance over his shoulder, raising a brow before rolling his eyes and looking forward again. If he couldn't shrug the man off, he supposed he could buck up and deal with him for awhile longer, but it would be annoying. Yet it was obvious they were both done with the back-and-forth from earlier, so perhaps it'd be a little more tolerable. "A ride, I guess," he finally answered, furrowing his brow as he looked up at some of the taller constructs. "Haven't been on one."

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"How the fuck did my gun get jammed during practice..." He looked it over numerous times, yet the source of the blunder wasn't making itself known.

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another attempt || yata & munakata

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     In all honesty, Munakata didn’t particularly hate the Roseus, per se… It was more that he considered them less than human, simple barbarians, and thus worth less to him than dirt on his shoe. They didn’t deserve his hatred, because he didn’t think highly enough of them to even give them that much control over his emotions. He did, of course, focus on them as a whole, as they were dangerous and not to be underestimated, but he didn’t particularly care about any single one of them… Well, with a few exceptions…

     As if he would miss the way that Yata refused to turn around, and whether the boy knew it or not, his shoulders were raising ever so slightly - likely imperceptible to those who weren’t used to actively looking for these sorts of things, but Munakata rather was. So he’d struck a nerve, then. He smiled cheerily, falsely - not that Yata could see it anyway, but at least his sugary pleasant tone would tip him off - and merely hummed, “Perhaps I will, then. Considering I actually can talk to him, and all, I suppose I shouldn’t inconvenience you, hm?” He knew Yata didn’t really have too much of a choice of getting out of this - it was really more like he was stuck being toyed with by Munakata until Munakata himself chose to stop.

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No matter how much a group or person received Yata's disdain, he could never not think of them as human. It sickened him even more than hatred-- that is, to take away a person's humanity. Even if he hurt others and scorned them, that didn't mean he did it because he thought them to be dirt or ruffians. But perhaps that was a bit of his sentimental side coming out... It was difficult to be in a mafia family and keep your heart on your sleeve, but somehow he managed it. It was both a strong suit and also a weakness, both of which he was completely aware of.

It was as if a light bulb went off in Misaki's head as the other continued talking. Mocking words masked with a bitter sweetness... absolutely disgusting. And it made him realize that he didn't have to pay attention to a damn word. He didn't have to let it get to him-- he barely knew the man, anyway. And in the scheme of things, he didn't know every little detail about Saruhiko or his relationship, even if he was aware of the betrayal. Perhaps what bothered Yata the most was that he liked to think he knew... Shaking his head with a little laugh, an oddly genuine one, he shrugged his shoulders and lifted up his hands as he walked. "Well, whatever," he stated languidly, stretching his arms above his head. I'm done caring for today.

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another attempt || yata & munakata

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     Well if Yata were to voice his hatred of Munakata, surely Munakata would just smile sweetly and assure him that the sentiment wasn’t returned - sure, he disliked the boy, but it wasn’t as if he was the one he hated most in Roseus. And to hear that might even be more infuriating than to know Munakata hated him just as much - in all honesty, Yata wasn’t even worth that much of his time, let alone his thoughts. He just wasn’t that interesting. But it was still amusing to harass him, because of course he knew that Yata hated him rather exceptionally.

     Despite Yata’s indifferent tone, it wasn’t exactly difficult to tell he’d struck a nerve there. Certainly, Yata may genuinely not be pining for Fushimi to return to his side, but obviously their friendship - or lack thereof, now - was rather a sore point. It was an easy shot, and honestly somewhat below Munakata to take such a cheap opening, but truly, he didn’t care about the boy enough to think how to hurt him more effectively. How lucky for him. “Mm, I suppose you’re right in that he would likely be killed - ah, but I’m not exactly worried about it regardless. After all, it isn’t as though he even holds any desire to return yo your side, and so it isn’t a situation that would happen anyway.” He hummed as if it didn’t matter, then acted falsely curious, “Say, what was it about you that he was dissatisfied with? After all, he’s so easy to please for me…” Which sounded much more involved than they were, but there was nothing wrong with fanning the flames a little.

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Well, it wasn't as if Yata was going to go and further amuse the elder anyway by saying such things. He knew that his own perceptions and feelings towards Caeruleus only amused the lot of them at best; it wasn't as if they felt any different towards Roseus. But whatever, it was fine. They could go on hating each other all they wanted-- it wasn't like anything would change. And maybe that thought alone bothered a soldier here or there, but by now Misaki was so used to feel that way that he couldn't imagine conducting himself in any other manner. 

The younger of the two only continued to walk, being sure not to speed up his pace to give off any signals of distress. He wasn't really "scared" of being followed around, but it didn't really make his stress level go down. And he couldn't deny that the man was smart, so losing him would be exceedingly difficult. He couldn't just head home because that would be leading him right to Roseus' base. So for the sake of his Family, he decided that he'd have to suck it up and deal with Munakata trailing him until he was sure the man was doing something else. When the older man's words then reached his ears, however, he felt his jaw clench and his fingers twitch after stuffing them into a pocket. It was getting harder and harder to keep calm, but it was more than just anger that Yata was feeling --sorrow, too, kept swirling around and tightening his chest. Yet he managed to force a smile, not turning around and merely calling over his shoulder, "You can ask him yourself."

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"Eh... turning twenty-one tomorrow, huh..."

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Table Manners | Reiji & Yata

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There was absolutely no point in making an already volatile situation any worse off than it already was. At the cost of appearing as if he went easy on Misaki, Reiji honestly did believe it was better to try and have tolerance for his dining partner for the rest of the meal’s duration. He could easily act civil after putting their previous squabble behind them. Not to say he still didn’t think table manners and etiquette weren’t important, though. He might yet take the liberty of slipping a diagram and explanation of the various kinds of place settings under the caporegime’s door later that evening.

"You are most welcome," Reiji replied. The jam was a poor match for what he was eating anyways, and he wondered who in this facility had the brilliant idea of pairing it with the meal he’d selected to begin with. Pawning it off even served to further lighten his mood, as a matter of a fact.

"It has a similar effect as when confectioners pair sour candy with a sweet sugar coating on the outside," he began to explain as if it was somehow necessary. Perchance it was merely to fill the silence between the two. "The difference between the two flavours makes you appreciate their distinct qualities in addition to the combined one." Reiji could go into detail on the chemistry of the compounds, but refrained and simply returned to gingerly removing the bones in the portion of fish he’d previously set aside.

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Reiji was smart after all if he could gather that much. Yata may have had a fierce temper, but if the other party was willing to calm down, then he could settle as well. Besides, it was dinner. Why fight when he hadn't even eaten all day? He was exhausted from training and the earlier days of carnival festivities. He'd pushed himself too hard recently and he'd be damned if he wanted to sit down and actually finish a meal for once. Perhaps that also played into his acceptance of Reiji's presence. To argue so much that he couldn't even finish his food... what a pain in the ass. He didn't understand why he had to get so bent out of shape about the earlier comments anyway. 

Unsealing the packet of jam, he squeezed a tiny bit onto his finger before placing it between his lips for a taste. "Ohh... that's actually pretty good," he hummed, emptying the rest of the contents over the meal evenly before leaving a small bit of it at the edge of his plate for his sides. He didn't really know how it'd taste overall, but...

As the other male began to speak and describe the sort of taste it would have, Misaki cut into his meal once more and stuck his fork into a piece of meat. Taking a bite, he waited a moment as he chewed and allowed the flavors to mingle before letting out a pleased noise from the back of his throat. He swallowed quickly, fist covering his mouth as he stated with a growing grin, "Well, I didn't expect it to taste that good! How'd ya know it'd be a good combo? Have you had this before?" Call it childish, but he couldn't help but be interested when it came to food. He liked to cook and, well, anything new was good to know.

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Table Manners | Reiji & Yata

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The pair of ruby eyes grew dimmer in hue, and brows slanted to reflect the fury Reiji was feeling internally. He certainly wished he too could snap and act out on his anger. Imagining various, subtle things that could be done to Misaki’s meal with the small case of potions he had with him kept Reiji silently occupied in his thoughts. However, he knew it would be more beneficial to not cause a scene. They were still allies, at the end of the day. With a gloved hand, his fingers wrapped around a goblet of water, raising it and taking a few sips to cleanse his palate.

"Yes, I thank you for your input," he mused, vaguely pleased that at least his reputation hadn’t changed. Stuffy, stiff, reserved… constant characteristics, along with his manner-laced, bluntly put jabs. Would it be too early to call it a truce? It seemed to him now, observing Misaki once his irritation diminished, that he indeed piped down a tad; he ate calmly with a bit more reserve. A result of the mood shifting between them, maybe, he wondered.

"Might I suggest," Reiji paused, sliding over a pre-sealed packet to the other, "Some apricot jam to go with your meal. It contrasts nicely with the vinegar." A small offering, and one that hadn’t been tampered with, at that.

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Allies.... A word that Yata often had to remind himself whenever there was in-fighting between Family members. As loyal as he was, that didn't mean personalities didn't clash. It was natural. He didn't begrudge people for not always getting along, though it became a problem when the fighting continued. Luckily, that didn't usually happen... even if some people had a tendency to get on others' nerves. Take now, for instance. Two very different characters yet, true, at the end of the day there was nothing gained by causing real damage to each other. That'd be idiotic and dangerous.

Though, now that their initial aggravations seemed to be put aside, Yata's typical bad attitude began to dwindle. It was better now that it was quiet, and even if he wasn't "buddy-buddy" with Reiji, he didn't hate the man. He accepted that they were two different people --at least, after he'd calmed his own nerves. It was always a bit hard for him to accept things about people when he was in the process of giving them shit. Needless to say, it wasn't one of his strong suits and many of his fellow Roseus members reminded him of this.

Upon hearing Reiji speak up, hazel irises flickered up to spot the packet, momentarily bewildered and losing a few years in appearance. "Hoh... really?" he mumbled, blinking curiously. He'd never had it before, so he only had the man's word to go off of. Earlier prejudices forgotten, he cracked a cheeky grin as he picked it up. "Well, thanks!"

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Table Manners | Reiji & Yata

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Reiji did enjoy testing the waters and seeing what he’d be able say without making someone snap. Especially in terms of getting under people’s skin, he did very well in maintaining his own composure. Perhaps it was a little unfortunate that the otherwise innocent caporegime would be his victim of the evening, seeing as no Roseus members had visited him for medical tending accompanied by his belittling comments. “I assume this skill set of yours is regrettably small then, Mister Yata,” Reiji challenged.

His expression soured slightly at the other’s comment. Don’t even get the man started on status. Unsatisfied enough with being ranks below other family members, this position as soldier gave him the most freedom for his research and experiments, yet it still stood as thorn in his side at times. “Yes, I believe I’ve heard that before,” giving a curt nod of acknowledgement before continuing with his own meal.

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Yata's eye twitched visibly at this jibe, digging his fork into his food rather harshly before a tight grin spread across his lips. "Obviously not or else I wouldn't be where I am today," he stated sharply, cutting into the meat after casting hazel hues downwards. How he'd gotten stuck eating with only this jerk, he had no clue, but he'd be sure to give his roommate a whack on the head for ditching him last minute to go flirt with girls. It wasn't that he couldn't handle himself, but he might as well have eaten alone if the only other person to keep him company was a prick like Reiji. How fun.

Still, after placing a piece of food between his lips, he paused in time to see that shift in the other's expression. Quirking a brow, he wondered if he hit a sore spot. Internally cheering for himself, he proceeded to chew in order to give himself time to mull over that brisk response. Perhaps he wasn't a total immovable douchebag if something like that was able to irritate him. Still... tread lightly, tread lightly. "Just makin' sure," he replied lazily, giving a wave of his fork briefly.

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Table Manners | Reiji & Yata

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"Be that as it may, while in the company of others during a special occasion or not, one should do their best to exhibit their finest etiquette." It was starting to make Reiji lose his appetite in all honestly. Daintily placing his fish fork down in its correct place, he gestured towards the chestnut-haired male across from him. "Do you not think you might be looked up to more that way, Mister Yata?”

"I would much rather see you choke on the salad knife you’re misusing on your serving of meat, and surely you know how fond I am of silverware," Reiji hissed with a grin, being sure to use enough volume for the other to hear it before retracting the hand he had outstretched slightly.

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An unamused stare overtook Yata's countenance as the other spoke, having half a mind to just throw his glass of water down the other's shirt front. However he withheld this urge, looking bored as he propped his cheek against his fist as the other spoke. Despite the man's expertise, he was still a soldier, and to be cheeky to a caporegime... "The only thing people hafta look up to me for is my skill set," he retorted.

Besides, how many people were as hell bent on table manners as Reiji was? Surely a select few. He knew the underboss he looked up to sure as hell didn't pay attention to etiquette. That was enough reason for him not to give a rat's ass. "You're pretty stuck up, y'know that?" the ginger muttered, eye twitching at the blatant ill-wishing. 

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Table Manners |

"Your table manners are without question deplorable at best. The way you use the knives and forks interchangeably as if you have no formal knowledge of their proper usage is utterly repulsive. Have you no civility? Are you no better than a savage?”

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"Oi, lay off, Sakamaki, I'm just having my damn meal," Yata shot back, frustrated with the medical specialist. All he wanted to do was sit down and eat, and now he had this priss trying to give him table manners. Waving his knife at him irritably, he added, "There isn't some sort of meeting or ball goin' on, so who cares!" 

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another attempt || yata & munakata

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Munakata, on the other hand, was having rather a lovely time at the fair. His first day had been informative, and so far his second day was shaping up to be personally gratifying as he got to harass one of his most hated members of the Roseus family. All in all, a rather lovely situation, he thought! Even if it was something of a shame that he couldn’t just put a bullet in Yata’s head and be done with it, at least having such a golden opportunity to rile him up like this was something. Particularly when it was so obvious he was trying to act like he wasn’t bothered by it. 

The fact that the caporegime nearly choked didn’t exactly escape Munakata’s attention, and he had to take a bite of his own food to prevent his smirk from showing. Not that he thought the other wouldn’t assume he was amused anyway. He stood as well - as if he’d let the caporegime get out of this so easily - and smiled. Sarcastically, he drawled, “Ah, yes, I can see that you’ve completely adapted. That’s why it’s so easy for you to talk about it, hm? Well I’m glad to hear you’ve moved on, just like Fushimi-kun has - wouldn’t want you pining away for something that would never return, after all. Would be a shame, really.”

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Well, wasn't that nice that the underboss was having such a good time? Had he voiced such a thing, Yata would have surely scowled outright. He hated the man so much, maybe the most out of all of the Caeruleus members-- then again, he doubted anyone rivaled his feelings for Saruhiko. There was a hatred that was so ingrained with confusion and hurt and betrayal that he didn't think it could get any more muddled. But how he felt towards Munakata... pure loathing. Saying it didn't do it any justice, so he allowed it to fester and boil in his blood until he could release it at some later date. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to get caught in a crossfire and just drop dead!

Starting off in a random direction, Yata unfortunately caught the other's words and spared an exasperated look over his shoulder. Really? The asswipe would have to try harder than that. "Pining?" he muttered, as if genuinely confused over why he would do such a thing. "As if I want a traitor like that returning to my side-- fuckin' stupid, are you? 'sides, he'd get shot dead if he ever tried something like that. Whether it be from my side or yours, it'd happen." He shrugged lazily, looking forward again as he continued walking. With his back to the Blue, his brow furrowed slowly. Why did he have to talk about it to a damn person? The subject matter didn't concern him so much as who it was spoken to did. 

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another attempt || yata & munakata

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Munakata could remember his caporegime days quite well, for all that they’d been rather short. It was a good time to learn many things as well as the fact that it gave him a taste of what leadership as an underboss would be like. It had been valuable experiencce, though he hadn’t necessarily needed it. Munakata was young for his role as well, all things considered, but since Caeruleus was a Family focused more on tradition, it was only natural that one respected those above them, whether they liked it or not. People in positions of power had them for a reason, and to think one was better or smarter than them was what tended to get a few newbies here and there killed.

In all honesty he knew that keeping an eye on the caporegime was rather pointless at a place like this - the best it would do was make him paranoid or something - so he simply ended up going to get food and returned to where the Roseus member had choosen to sit, gracefully joining him without fuss. In fact he didn’t even comment, merely started eating his own snack as well, looking as though he were perfectly at ease sitting here with a member of Roseus.

After a few moments of quiet, though, he did eventually speak up, tone casual as if he were simply making light conversation, “So how are you adapting to not having Fushimi-kun around?” Of course it was obviously a barb, but not particularly a trap - Munakata didn’t think he would gain any interesting information from it or anything, was simply trying to rile the other up. After all, there was a call for peace right now - so if he could get Yata to start a fight, he could get Yata taken care of without having to dirty his own hands.

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Perhaps Yata had been a little too hopeful for Munakata to get bored with him. Didn't he have better things to do than associate with a Roseus caporegime? Fucking annoying. It wasn't as if Yata was so daft that he'd give up information about his family. In that regard, he was exceedingly good about keeping his mouth shut. So as Munakata took a seat beside him, the redhead stubbornly kept his eyes trained forward, taking his time with his crepe. Maybe as a whole he had been naive in thinking that he could enjoy himself at the carnival. Any place where Blues and Reds intermingled had to be a fluke, right? How could anyone relax when there were constantly being sized up?

It was difficult not to choke on his food at the sudden question, throat blocked for a moment as he clenched his jaw. Swallowing painfully, he smoothed out his expression and snorted, finishing off the last of his treat. He didn't have to respond right away, and honestly, it wasn't as if Munakata deserved an answer to begin with. Annoying... really annoying... "It's been, what, two years or so? I've adapted pretty damn well," he stated curtly, brushing off his hands off to the side of his lap. He pushed himself to his feet, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He knew the elder's game: piss him off, maybe try to get physical-- Yatagarasu taken care of. Well, that wasn't going to happen.

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another attempt || yata & momotarou

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{✹} Alright, score one for Momotarou. Though, Yata had a heavy hand apparently, seeing as the slap to his back caused him to stumble slightly, though he recovered with a grin and a small laugh. “Well, you know, that’s how both me and Sei work, after all! It’s no fun being a grump outside of a job, too!” Momotarou couldn’t see how that would be any fun.

"Great, the decision on what to eat was made for me!" Momotarou laughed again, pleased with the other ginger’s choice in snack. After all, if Momo couldn’t decide, then someone else would have to decide for him, and then if they didn’t, well, buying each food stand out was an option, right? "Ah- you make a good point. Crepes now, and maybe Takoyaki in a bit and then candy apples-shi." Staring at Yata for a moment, Momo blinked. “Well, isn’t that how I got into the family in the first place? Mistaken identity? I don’t remember who it was that thought I was you, and then the next thing I knew I was a Roseus soldier. It’s hard to get nii-chan and Mikoto-san mixed up, since my brother is louder than Mikoto-san.”

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This kid isn't so bad, huh! Yata thought to himself, listening to the other speak of his brother. He nodded in agreement, laughing under his breath and running his fingers through his hair. It must've been nice having a brother to look up to in the Family, but it wasn't as if he'd really try and get his own little siblings into the group. That was a part of his life that he'd like to keep separate from his current one, after all.

"Hah? You could decide on your own snack?" the caporegime snickered, shaking his head slowly. This guy really was a kid, though he couldn't really get ahead of himself with calling Momotarou that. He may be turning twenty-one soon, but he still acted impulsively and behaved like a teenager, too. He supposed that he wouldn't get out of that habit for awhile, not until he was at least thirty. Though he still had some years left to go in that department... Thank God.

Yata returned the other's stare as they neared the stand, a snort escaping him. "Pfft--! That's how you joined?! That's funny," he laughed, unable to help himself. Honestly, Roseus members should know their own! Still, he understood what the younger was saying in regards to the elder brother and Mikoto-san. "Fair enough. Perhaps at a distance... and if your brother wasn't talking..." he mused, waving a hand absently.

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another attempt || yata & momotarou

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{✹} Well, Momotarou couldn’t really be blamed for being sheepish in his attempt at recalling Yata’s name. Yata was his senior, even if they were the same rank in their family. Of course, Momotarou was still pretty new to his position as a caporegime, so full confidence was still a few steps away.

"Confidence in a job and confidence with names are two totally different things, though!” Arguing may not get him very far, but Momotarou was sure he was raising a valid point. When he was out on a job, he was almost like a different person - sort of like how when his brother went into underboss mode, it was like seeing an entirely different version of Sei. Happy go lucky when relaxing, focused and serious when on an assignment. Food, right. That’s what he had been searching for. “Even after all that, I still don’t know what I want to eat. Takoyaki, candied apples, crepes… it all sounds really good! If I knew I could eat all of it, I’d get it all.” No, he definitely wasn’t puffing his cheeks out in a childish pout. (Okay, maybe just a little. Only a little.) Was it dumb to think that Yata could help him figure out what to get? Maybe. It wasn’t like Yata could predict the future; he was only human, after all. “But really though! I never noticed how similar we look.” 

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Perhaps Yata could give Momotarou a break considering he was still getting used to things. If he didn't know every single person's name, well, it didn't much matter to the redhead. Besides, as long as he knew his fellow caporegime's name, that's really all that mattered to him! Perhaps the crow would have to take him under his wing, so to speak.

 "Hah? I dunno about that," mumbled the elder, rubbing his chin slowly as the pair walked. Even if he almost had an inch on him, it was nice not having to look up all the time to the person he was talking to. The same went for Kida, as well. "I guess I could see the point... There's a lot of stiffs who only focus on the job instead of getting to know the people they work with, too," he muttered, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Not that you're a stiff! Just makin' an analogy... Alright, alright, I'll give you a point for that one." With a laugh, he gave him a firm slap on the back.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he angled his head towards his new companion and listened to the food he listed off. "Eh... crepes, huh..." Mulling over the possibilities, he shrugged and stated, "I'm in the mood for those, honestly. And besides, if you stick around all day, you're bound to get hungry again. Then you can get another snack."

Glancing towards the younger, Yata blinked slowly before nodding, clearing his throat. "I guess it never really occurred to me either. Your brother looks a bit like Mikoto-san, too..." he considered, shrugging his shoulders. "Quite a coincidence, huh? Not a bad one, as long as no one mistakes us."

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another attempt || yata & momotarou

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{✹} Give him a moment, it’ll come back to him. He’s never been the greatest at putting faces to names… or remembering faces outside of people he interacts with almost daily or cute girls. Let him think on it for a moment. Really, he’ll remember. Honest.

The voice was helpful, though. It was easier to put a face and name together if he had a voice to put with that face. “Ah!” Momotarou perked up for a moment - he  was pretty sure he had it right. There was only so many names he could go through before getting to the right one, so he definitely had a chance of getting it right. "Great, we can go find something to eat together then-shi!" Maybe the other would be able to help him decide what he wanted. "I can’t decide what I want, so maybe you can help, Yata-san!" Maybe Momotarou is mentally crossing his fingers that he picked the right Roseus name. It would probably only end badly if Momotarou got the name wrong. "I-it is Yata-san, right?" It would probably be best not to second guess himself, but it’s too late to take it back now. 

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It was amusing seeing the concentration on the other ginger's face as he struggled to recall the elder's name. Considering they had the same rank and job, it was only to the other's benefit to know who Yata was. At fifteen, there had to be some reason to rose to caporegime, if not for his memorization.

Then again, his brother was an underboss...

Ah, but it wasn't fair to think of people riding the coattails of others! He may not have known the kid that well, but he'd give him the benefit of the doubt that he got to his position fair and square. Even if his habits with girls were a little too much like Kida's... Perhaps it was a little more understandable for a hormonal teenager, in which case, that made Kida look all the worse, didn't it?

Grinning suddenly at the sound of his name, the crow whirled around and gave him a thumbs up. "You got it, kid, so don't go looking so sheepish, got it? You gotta have confidence in yourself, especially with the sorta stuff we do," he stated firmly, waving a finger. Looking especially intimidating for a moment, he relaxed his features and laughed outright before facing the food stands again.

"Anyway, c'mon, let's get somethin' to eat. That's what distracted ya anyway, so I'm guessing you're pretty hungry for food."