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[shokudaiquiri]

We are on what they call," looks at paper "Horse duty"

@okitalite / housekeeping makes for a healthy lifestyle, even for horses!

“Horse duty? Color me surprised.. I’m usually cooking food or doing fieldwork,” Shokudaikiri frowns, arms folded, but soon, his hand comes up in a motion of vigor. “No problem, then, even the horses must be happy here, too,” he beams.

Before he takes Yamatonokami with, however, something catches his eye. “You may want to fold up your scarf though.. the horses way try to eat it.” And that would be a shame.

[nasunoyasu]

3,6,9

Super Detailed Questions About Your OCs

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

by ‘childhood’ I’ll assume ‘history’ and say yes and no ! Yasu became known by his masters and those around them for being a very reliable blade, both before and after being cut down, and for being really beautiful as well. Even though Harada didn’t use him as a main weapon he knew he was appreciated and when he was used, he was used well.

Still, being second or third choice, and that combined with his downsizing(?) etc left him with a lot of feelings of inferiority and unappreciatedness(?) and need to prove himself. 

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

unfortunately(?) yasu did not attend high school for he was a sword sldkfjlksadf 

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

I think he likes animals even if he doesn’t think that he does. They probably like him too. Fun Fact: when he was a Mortal Kombat oc, Yasu was gifted(sort of) a donkey and she became his pet and he loved her :’3

so, I think he might grumble about horse duty but I think he actually gets attached to the horseys especially

[erabenai]

"get a load of this guy."

“Eh?” 

Looking around for the source of the strangely-familiar voice, Yasusada comes to see an... even more familiar face, almost. A face he’s only ever really seen in the photos and videos that Mutsunokami and his master take. He’s heard a little bit that... clones? copies? this kind of thing exist-- but has had yet to encounter one. And, certainly, not one of his own. 

“Hey! Who are you calling ‘this guy’?!” he puffs up his chest a bit and scrunches his face up, but it loses any effect it might have as his chin tucks a bit into his scarf. “I could say the same thing to you. I mean, literally!”