[ It's not meant as an accusation and it doesn't quite feel like one either, but.. it hits as something close to it anyway when what Yuta wants to ask of Muramasa is something he doesn't feel like he can. There isn't anything else he wants from him save for that one thing that is too big an ask to make. His feelings aren't sure what to do with the revelation that Muramasa would likely have caved if Yuta had just asked. Maybe it shouldn't be surprising given that Muramasa came all the way out here without even once questioning Yuta about it. With the importance his master places on jobs, that last statement certainly rings true.
But bright laughter and a warm hand chase away the clouds of rumination before they can linger. Unlike back on the mountain, Yuta's more prepared to be reeled in this time. In fact, he'd be lying if he said these casual touches weren't part of the reason he wanted to draw out Susanoo. So very selfishly, he wants to experience them one more time before he comes clean and potentially ruins any chance of receiving such easy affection from Muramasa ever again. So, without resisting or even tensing up, he lets himself be tucked against Muramasa's side, ready to be steered wherever by the hand between his shoulderblades. There's still a slight bloom of heat in his face, the frantic fluttering of nerves in his gut, and a quickening drumbeat of his heart to throw him off and reply without thinking though. ]
Alright.
[ It's only after that he realizes what he just agreed to and has to quickly amend: ]
Ah, but I'm technically not allowed to drink alcohol....
[ And after the last accidental experience he had, he really shouldn't. ]
[ Even though it is so simple in theory, Muramasa's dedication to his work is a complicated beast, one that he has more flexibility in than his single-minded devotion to it seems to allow. Work given to him by others is not-negotiable, but the execution has room for other options if he finds it distasteful, slipping through technicalities to keep him from straying too hard from himself. Work that he chooses for himself, he sets his own prices, and he chooses the lengths he can go in them. Through war, to the edge of the world, even to the heart of the planet and into the forge there. He'd told Yuta plenty of times that Yuta was his responsibility — and it would be his choice to do as Yuta asked of him.
Susanoo has no care for things like that, though. Instead he's focused on the time and power he's been afforded here on sacred ground, in a shrine housing his own spirit. The hand on Yuta's back gives a gentle push, but is firm in its intent; Muramasa wants to steer Yuta towards the inside of his hall. ]
Hah? If I say you can drink, you can drink. Whose shrine do you think this is?
[ There isn't much in the way of actual resistance, but the step Yuta takes when he gets pushed is hesitant, his (slightly fretful) uncertainty only increasing and plain in the way he glances between Muramasa and the direction of a hall he's likely not meant to set foot in even as he opens his mouth to retort. ]
That's— [ not how that works.
But who is Yuta to argue with the manifestation of a god? Trying to explain the legal drinking age to a being like that who is not going to care anyway is folly and he knows it. He doesn't want to be rude either. Not in general and especially not when he summoned Susanoo to talk to him. Staying on the tempestuous god's good side is key. Although the doubt lingers, the attempted protest is swiftly abandoned before it can be spoken aloud fully. ]
It's meant for you, but if you wish to share... Okay.
[ Alcohol is considered a low grade poison, so he can probably mitigate the effects with reverse cursed technique in order to avoid getting drunk like the last time he (accidentally) consumed some. He's better prepared for it this time and knows what to expect, too. That should help. Hopefully.
Resigning himself to this fate, Yuta dutifully gathers the sake bottle and cups again to bring with them and lets Muramasa steer him wherever he pleases. ]
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But bright laughter and a warm hand chase away the clouds of rumination before they can linger. Unlike back on the mountain, Yuta's more prepared to be reeled in this time. In fact, he'd be lying if he said these casual touches weren't part of the reason he wanted to draw out Susanoo. So very selfishly, he wants to experience them one more time before he comes clean and potentially ruins any chance of receiving such easy affection from Muramasa ever again. So, without resisting or even tensing up, he lets himself be tucked against Muramasa's side, ready to be steered wherever by the hand between his shoulderblades. There's still a slight bloom of heat in his face, the frantic fluttering of nerves in his gut, and a quickening drumbeat of his heart to throw him off and reply without thinking though. ]
Alright.
[ It's only after that he realizes what he just agreed to and has to quickly amend: ]
Ah, but I'm technically not allowed to drink alcohol....
[ And after the last accidental experience he had, he really shouldn't. ]
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Susanoo has no care for things like that, though. Instead he's focused on the time and power he's been afforded here on sacred ground, in a shrine housing his own spirit. The hand on Yuta's back gives a gentle push, but is firm in its intent; Muramasa wants to steer Yuta towards the inside of his hall. ]
Hah? If I say you can drink, you can drink. Whose shrine do you think this is?
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That's— [ not how that works.
But who is Yuta to argue with the manifestation of a god? Trying to explain the legal drinking age to a being like that who is not going to care anyway is folly and he knows it. He doesn't want to be rude either. Not in general and especially not when he summoned Susanoo to talk to him. Staying on the tempestuous god's good side is key. Although the doubt lingers, the attempted protest is swiftly abandoned before it can be spoken aloud fully. ]
It's meant for you, but if you wish to share... Okay.
[ Alcohol is considered a low grade poison, so he can probably mitigate the effects with reverse cursed technique in order to avoid getting drunk like the last time he (accidentally) consumed some. He's better prepared for it this time and knows what to expect, too. That should help. Hopefully.
Resigning himself to this fate, Yuta dutifully gathers the sake bottle and cups again to bring with them and lets Muramasa steer him wherever he pleases. ]