[ How dare you put the idea of baby play into my inbox on this now cursed morning.

But Rokurou allows the other man to poke around his teeth, surprisingly patient despite the urge to snap them down over his finger.

He only closes his mouth when Yoshida’s hand has retreated. As far as either of them are concerned, nothing weird at all happened, even if anyone normal had been watching they would be whispering what the fuck to themselves. ]

No, I know how I’m going to die. [ bluntly said, without any gravity that the matter deserves, ] I’m a Yaksha. I’ll die on the battlefield with a sword in my hand. Anything less can’t happen.

[ He nods, extremely confident in his grisly end—even looking forward to it. ]

Go out on your own terms, scholar.