Dadcor Shenanigans

[bittydragon]

[Yamato woke up abruptly. At first he was very groggy, confused about what exactly made him snap to full awareness so suddenly, so it took him a while to muster the motivation to actually investigate. He opened his eyes, itchy with sleep, and blinked fuzzily past the edge of his bed's blanket.]

...

[Yamato was unimpressed by what he saw]

...Alcor.

[His voice was low and rough with drowsiness, but his irritability was loud and clear. He wriggled down further under his blankets, his hair fanned over his pillow as his eyes drooped down into narrow slits, his eyebrows furrowed slightly]

What are you doing?

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[bittydragon]

I'm not being slow.

[Although Yamato's tone was even and calm, there was a slight edge of irritability there at the implication of him being 'slow'. At this point, Yamato was standing in the middle of his room, dressed in his very plain kimono with a small, ivory comb in his hand. He was dragging it methodically through his hair, although the tufts right at the back sprung right back up no matter how many times he dragged the comb through it]

[jumyouboshi]

Moreso than usual.

[Siiiiiiip. Perhaps Yamato should ask for a different haircut at the family salon one day.]

[bittydragon]

Tch.

[Yamato lowered the comb, and the way he fidgeted with it spoke volumes of how he wanted to toss it at Alcor's head. He refrained, however, and turned away from the other being with a quiet sniff]

It's because you have disrupted my usual pattern this morning with your foolishness, that's all.

[jumyouboshi]

I'll take care not to disrupt it any further, from now on.

[So unappreciative of his cooking. How rude. But in all seriousness, if Yamato didn't want it, Alcor was fine with that, albeit a little hurt because hey, he did put in that effort to understand the composition of "deliciousness" and human taste.]

[bittydragon]

[Of course, Yamato was oblivious of the hurt he had delivered... and even if he had known, he wouldn't've cared either. Done with the final touch ups, Yamato turned back to Alcor and tilted his chin up slightly]

Are you accompanying me for the day?

[jumyouboshi]

[Alcor let out a sigh.]

...No. I have my own matters to attend to.

[...Such as watching over humanity. Besides, Yamato was capable on his own, especially so since he was raised in such a way. (Alcor's fault.) Even if Alcor did see him as a child, while nobody else did.]

[bittydragon]

Very well then. I will keep the board set up later this evening if you have the inclination to play.

[Their chess matches had been happening with increasing frequency, but it was something Yamato didn't mind. He had been devouring his studies with efficient hunger, and he was outstripping his tutors with each passing week - to the point where he managed most of his own lessons by self-study at this point. Why did he even have tutors anymore? Useless]

[jumyouboshi]

Of course.

[He never failed to show up, when the time for a chess game came. It was fascinating, that game of wits, and Alcor enjoyed playing with him, very much so. In a blink of an eye, he simply disappeared, out of sight and out of mind.]