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shimmerbeasts · 4 months

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A Drink With An Old Friend

The days tended to blur into one another to the point they became one hazy fog when he tried to recollect them. Sometimes, Yasuo wondered if this was because of the copious amounts of alcohol he drank or because Vesani had taken his memories of those days. He rather bet on the former, simply because he knew the malevolent spirit's feeding habits. By the Ancient, he wished he didn't.

Some days were harder than others. However, today was special, and for once, Yasuo wished he couldn't remember why. Today was the anniversary of him having killed Yone in self-defence. Today was the anniversary of the act which had plunged the Ronin into an even greater dishonour than he had thought possible. Though really, what was worse? Being falsely accused of murder, having committed familicide or being called a liar?

Yasuo pushed open the door to a nearby tavern. His garbs weighed heavily from the snowstorm, he had just strutted through. His black hair had flakes of white littered all over it and his decorative shoulder garb might as well have been soaked in water. Yasuo pulled his shawl closer around himself and headed straight for the bar, keeping his gaze low. Even so, he could feel a few people eye him with a sense of confusion and bewilderment. Though no recognition, thankfully.

Yasuo rested on a stool by the bar. Rubbing his hands against each other, breathing against them to warm his frigid fingers, he finally turned a tired gaze towards the bartender and ordered: "Gimme a jug of whatever is drinkable. Make it your heaviest."

The bartender rolled his eyes in mild annoyance, clearly capable of smelling the residue of alcohol, which surrounded him like a cloud. However, he swiftly went to work, grabbing a glass and mixing two bottles of sharp-smelling liquid into the tumbler before he shoved it towards Yasuo. The ronin pulled out his pouch and handed the man a few coins for the service. Without a word, the bartender took them and resumed cleaning dirty glasses.

Yasuo picked up the whiskey glass and took a long sip. The mixed drink was spicy and carried some kind of kick, though Ionia had spirits, which could make an inexperienced drinker sit down on the floor. Yasuo continued sipping the drink, content with its substance. Even if it was not the heaviest he ever had, it would hopefully do its job. He needed to be close to passing out today. He didn't want to think about anyone today: Not Yone, not Vesani, not his old master... Nobody.

As Yasuo lowered his glass to allow himself a breather, he noticed somebody must have been looking at him for the last couple of minutes. Turning his head in confusion, the ronin's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a familiar little girl with sandy skin, and warm, curly, brown hair, wearing the traditional garments of a Shuriman nomad. Yasuo would recognise those wide and inquisitive eyes anywhere.

"Little Sparrow?", called Yasuo in quiet disbelief, "What are you doing here? I thought you had headed back home." Noticing her own half-empty glass, the ronin offered graciously: "Want me to order you another one? I am pretty sure I could go for seconds."

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shimmerbeasts · 4 months

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The blue haired queen rubbed herself against Yasuo's neck, having pounched on his shoulder, purring loudly. "Did you know that cats have healing proprieties? I can show you with a good cat nap!" Yuumi said in a content tone.

Yasuo was startled by the feeling of a warm, small body touching his neck. His hand closed around his katana, assuming a possible attack. However, when upon closer inspection, he recognised the small blue-white patterned cat, balancing on his shoulder and headbutting him against his neck, he relaxed again and let go of his weapon. Yasuo drew in a deep breath and shut weary eyes before he exhaled just as slowly.

Having re-centred himself, the Ronin finally gave the cat his attention. He inspected her, then his flask with Ionian booze again, then the cat once more. A soft huff left his lips as he mused: "I must be really, really out of it if I see a talking cat on my shoulder. Though you feel real, so I reckon the Ionian spirit didn't conjure you up. No matter how strong it is." He took a sip from his flask. Almost empty. He would have to acquire some new alcohol once he reached the nearest town.

Yasuo gave an idle chuckle, followed by a sigh. He said: "If all things could be solved through naps, the world would be a much better place." He turned around ever so carefully as he picked up the queen and placed her on his lap. Yasuo caressed the cat's cheek and asked: "Do you have a name, little one? Given that you seem capable of speech, I reckon you have one."

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