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😄: Does your muse laugh over their mistakes?

     Maybe sarcastically, but that’s about all. Yukio is more prone to hoping everyone will forget it ever happened and shrink away in shame until its no longer relevant. Whenever one of his mistakes is brought up, he’s likely to try and avoid the situation completely or try and be as unnoticeable as possible.

😊: What makes your muse blush?

     Unfortunately, things that Toshiro does that are affectionate and/or sappy are almost always able to make Yukio turn many shades of red. Toshiro isn’t exactly affectionate to begin with, so when Yukio does get any affection from him he pretty much relishes in it, be it a kiss or holding hands. Even subtle comments can make Yukio blush. Basically, its really easy for Toshiro to make Yukio blush.

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💍: Would your muse ever propose to someone?

     Most likely not. With his parents and all of That™, Yukio has become sort of put-off by the idea of marrying someone and ending up somewhat like his parents. He’s perfectly content remaining in a relationship where marriage isn’t brought up or really considered.

     Even so, it isn’t entirely the idea of turning into his parents that keeps him off the idea. He doesn’t exactly see why he would need a ring and a piece of paper to prove to anyone that he’s in love with someone.

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😀: When does your muse smile the most?

     For the most part, Yukio’s smile in most instances is somewhat forced to match the social expectations of whatever situation he may be in. Meeting business partners? Fake smile. Expected to laugh at a joke? Fake. This certainly isn’t because he, himself, is fake, but because being forced into a social situation with (which is usually) the majority is uncomfortable. Though, even with people he’s close to it can be difficult to even make him fake-smile.

     Regardless, he’s more likely to smile when no one is paying attention, or when he thinks no one is paying attention. Usually that happens at the butt end of a joke someone’s told, or something he sees that he thinks is funny. Even beating a level he was having trouble with can have him sort of smiling. Above all of that, he mostly finds himself smiling at Toshiro.

🙃: What confuses your muse the most?

     Feelings. Relationships. When people think of him as important.

     Yukio has never really been in the position to accept genuine platonic or romantic love, and has never had the need to sort through his emotions outside of loneliness and confidence. Someone who shows a genuine interest in him, or someone who wants to be his friend will immediately make him put his emotional guard up and either make him assume they’re lying or using him for something rather than actually wanting friendship. Even with the people he is close to currently, he sometimes catches himself still thinking that.

😱: What mortifies your muse?

     Not... Not much. Short of like, taking a shit on a table in front of him Yukio is far more likely to just be annoyed more than mortified.

     I guess if he was in public and embarrassed himself to the point of literally everyone pointing and laughing, that would make him mortified..? It’s hard to say; he’s a pretty stoic person when he’s not whining about things that inconvenience him.

😃: What does your muse's smile look like?

😀: When does your muse smile the most?

😬: Has your muse ever had braces?

😁: Does your muse feign happiness a lot?

😂: What makes your muse cry in joy?

😃: What does your muse's smile look like?

😄: Does your muse laugh over their mistakes?

😅: What does your muse do when they goof up?

😆: Who or what makes your muse laugh the most?

😇: Is your muse as pure as an angel?

😉: Is your muse flirty?

😊: What makes your muse blush?

🙂: Can your muse keep a poker face?

🙃: What confuses your muse the most?

😋: What's your muse's sense of humor like?

😌: When does your muse feel most at peace?

😍: What is your muse like when in love?

😘: How does your muse show affection?

😜: Is your muse a commedian?

😎: Is your muse full of themselves?

😏: Is your muse a good liar?

😑: Is your muse able to keep their temper under control? 😒: What does your muse find disgusting?

🤔: What perplexes your muse?

😳: What embarrasses your muse?

😡: What happens when your muse is furious?

😱: What mortifies your muse?

😨: What does your muse do if something is shockingly disgusting?

👚: What does your muse's casual clothes consist of?

👖: Pants or shorts?

👔: What does your muses's formal attire consist of?

👙: What does your muse's bathing suit look like?

👞: Does your muse like to wear shoes? If so, what kind?

👓: Does your muse wear glasses? If so, what for?

It wasn’t his fault it wasn’t exactly his forté. So he was lacking in video game knowledge. That didn’t mean he was an inherently awful person. Hopefully.

… what he’s been– oh. Well, he hadn’t exactly… told Yukio yet, had he?

It wasn’t something he’d be able to keep secret forever, so–

“–Muramasa and I are engaged.”

     ... Huh?

     “You’re... what?”

     He blinked a few times, expression melting into that of pure confusion. Not because he didn’t know what an engagement was, but because that was pretty much the last thing he expected Tensa to say.

     Uh. Uhm. Huh.

Is that what it was like…?

“I’d just ask somebody to get them on loan from a library for me instead.”

No, somehow he felt like that probably wasn’t what it was like. There wasn’t a Game Library that he was aware of, at least. Not… not in the full sense of the term library, anyway.

“Can’t you just… wait to play games?”

     “No, Tensa.”

     “And its not like that, either. You have to pay for it or end up watch someone else play it, and that’s like...” He couldn’t even come up for a viable example that worked for something as tragic as that.

     “It sucks, is what.”

     Another sigh, plus a scrunched nose really finished that look he’d been giving Tensa. Certainly not one of disdain, but... muted disappointment.

“… er…”

Being anything but a Zanpakutou sounded difficult.

“… that sounds… tragic.”

This had hopped outside his realm of knowledge – and interest – a lot quicker than he had imagined. He had honestly been hoping that Yukio would have had an actual game to go on about, but here Tensa was learning about the issues of being a gamer or something instead.

“Do, er –” Hm. “– how’s –” Well. “… I see.”

He still definitely didn’t.

     “It is--!! How would you feel if you were reading and suddenly pages of your book were ripped out and you had to go to the publisher and pay them money to give them back to you one by one?!”

     Okay, that was a bit extreme, but he had a point... or he thought he did. Either way, Yukio was getting a bit too animated about this.

“…”

“Then why is she working for you? She doesn’t seem the sort to work with somebody she can’t at least put up with.”

No matter. Tensa didn’t know enough about Riruka or her relationship with Yukio to be able to judge how things were between them.

“… but you have money. Why does payment matter?”

     “’Cause she gets paid to go buy her doughnuts and her plushies.”

     And that’s all he was gonna say about that. He spent his days already speaking to her far more than he would have liked; he didn’t want to end up talking about her, too.

“… D… DLC…?”

He understood the basics of gaming, sure, but that acronym flew right over his head. DLC on some older games…?

“I… see.” He didn’t. Maybe he could latch onto that Riruka topic instead. “You know, she probably goes to you about that because it’s things you’ve dealt with for longer. It might be her own way of showing you she respects you.”

Or not.

     “That’s a bunch of bologna and you know it.”

     “She would never respect a ‘video game-loving nerd’ like me. In her own words. She’s just too lazy to figure it out herself even though I’ve shown her a ton of times.”

     Rubbing the palm of his hand at his eye and then dragging his hand down his face, Yukio could easily feel a headache coming on at just the thought of having to deal with her any more than he already had. Why did he offer her a job?