#who pissed in your cornflakes sir

[waytoomuchanalysis]

??? I come out of the bathroom and the laundry room door is just sitting wide open (we always keep it closed since there's chemicals and unattended plastic packaging in there) so I send a picture in the group chat and I'm like hey who left this door open? And my mom responds "shrug" and I come upstairs and my stepdad is saying "I left it open, my hands were full." Just staring at his phone, totally casual. My mom asks where the cat is and he says he doesn't know, still staring at his phone, and she gets up to go find the cat?? And sees me, coming around the corner into the room, and asks if I know where the cat is and if I closed the door or if she needs to go close it??

The cat was nearby anyway so that's fine but when I pressed stepdad about what the deal was he repeated that his hands were full, got immediately got pissed at me, and left the room. Like okay, your hands were full and then what happened in between whatever task you were doing and being upstairs glued to your phone and also not apologetic in the slightest about the door situation?? Just like casually letting your wife get up to go solve a problem you might've caused not even looking up from your phone and then getting mad when I'm confused about the whole thing? Dickhead.

[tobiasdrake]

Let's go spring the trap, Shinigami. We were told to come alone, but he didn't count on you. Of course, until a murder happens you're practically useless so it's not like it matters either way.

Hey, if he kills me but I don't see it happen, do we still get to go into the Mystery Labyrinth and solve the mystery of my death? Retaliatory soul-reaping?

No promises. When a man's duty calls him to die, his time is... to... death beckons at his... *trips over the curve of the ramp and faceplants into hard steel*

We've been at war with Amaterasu since Chapter 0. Where have you been?

*crosses fingers* Dead in his penthouse. Dead in his penthouse. Come on, it'd be such a cool case, after all that time establishing that no one can get in!

I mean. I. Have. The umost respect for the sanctity of life.

Oh goddammit, why are you alive!? Piss in my cornflakes and call it rain, why doncha.

Ugh. Fine. We can do this your way. Come on, Yuma, let's get in the car with the mysterious masked grown-up who's invulnerable to consequences. Look, it's even the color of amber for that special poetic touch.

Sir, I am only...

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...a number of years old. Wow, you don't realize what amnesia takes away from you until you stop to think about mundane life tasks.

Yuma's stunned by this revelation but honestly, what would even be the point? If the highly recognizable Amaterasu CEO Makoto Kagutsuchi showed up to Amaterasu DMV, would you have the nerve to fail him on the driver's test?

If they're going to pass him no matter how he performs then it'd be a pointless formality to even bother going through the motions. Things work differently when you're the king.

The closer we get to it, the more this place gives me a Shinra vibe.

You can only get in or out of the compound with a biometric scan. That feels like it's going to be important. We need to keep that in mind.

Also, I'm surprised Makoto takes his mask off for something. So it does come off at times. I was beginning to think it was glued to his face.

Massive Shinra vibe. But at least they aren't draining the life essence of the planet to power the city.

...or, shit, maybe they are. We don't know where the Forever Rain fueling the hydro-electric generators came from. I shouldn't make assumptions.

At the very least, we can be confident that they will not try to make one of our friends fuck a tiger. 80% confident. 70% at the least. I... don't actually know how homunculi are made....

...Yakou should prepare himself to have a bad night. Not because of that. Well, not only because of that. But also because I'm going to try and sneak away so I can rub my ass on Yomi's desk. IT'S CALLED SPITE AND MAYBE YAKOU SHOULD TRY IT SOME TIME.

Man, Japanese evil corporate architecture is amazing. They have trees growing in their plaza. Look at all this. It's a mini-mall's worth of space dedicated to their lobby alone.

I've worked for evil megacorporations for my entire career. I was at a big-name finance institution when the economy collapsed. All we got was a small entrance area containing one lobby desk and a security guard who doesn't give a shit, and sometimes a cafeteria we can slip away to for breakfast.

I would kill to have been able to work in an environment like this. Before I worked from home, anyway. Now, if you try to make me go back to an office building, I might stab you.

That's the smell of capitalism, my man. The product of a thousand underpaid and underappreciated workers who come in the night to erase the traces of humanity left behind and sustain the illusion of an unblemished mechanism.

I'd meet them sometimes when I was pulling late hours to eliminate backlogs of work that my colleagues' lack of motivation and commitment to the organization would eventually produce. Before I got fired for not working hard enough.

Wait, would that even--

Oh, who am I kidding. This is a company town. Of course child labor is normalized.

Makoto keeps hammering this point, and he's right. This is the single most important piece of any disguise. It's Trespassing 101: If you carry yourself with confidence and act like you belong, most people won't question it.

They only become suspicious if you look out-of-place. That usually means acting like you're doing something you aren't supposed to. Though, regrettably, it can also mean "visibly being a member of a marginalized demographic", even if you in fact do belong here.

Gonna go out on a limb here and say this is probably not the Restricted Area that Kurumi was talking about earlier. Seems unlikely.

Man, the tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Waiting for the shoe to drop. Just. Waiting.

[signutai]

This is the only part of this picture that matters to me.

Who brings their katana to the pool? I mean. Who brings their axe either but seriously. Mister Kamikaze why did you bring your katana to the pool.

He really wants that watermelon, I guess. He’s ready to go.

THE FUNDOSHI. I WILL NEVER BE OVER THE FUNDOSHI.

those legs damn

Iaian, looking exhausted as usual. You’d think a trip to the pool would be minimally stressful and yet he looks more tired than ever.

And he seems, likewise, confused about why these people have brought weapons to the pool.

Cheer up, boyo, you’re gonna get watermelon soon! Your favorite!

Okamaitachi has NICE arms, god damn. I love her.

She just looks so good. Always. Forever.

AND SHE’S SPARKLING. BEAUTIFUL.

I’m glad she’s havin’ a good time.

And then there’s Bushidrill.

Who pissed in your cornflakes, Bushido drill?

I honestly can’t tell if he’s wearing anything or not. Schrodinger’s fundoshi.

Props to Murata for actually giving him (and AS) body hair, and for making him hairy without it being treated as a joke or like it’s gross or something. He’s fuzzy. I love him.

He’s a brick.

Put with the other three, actually, he’s almost hilariously bricky. AS, Iaian, and Kama are all varying levels of lean and lithe and then there’s the tank.

The hairy, angry tank.

please relax sir you’re at the pool go for a swim or something

100000000/10 very good i love seeing the whole samurai squad together, it should definitely happen more often