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“Oh uh… I haven’t chosen a new one yet…” he admitted.

“Gotta get papers and things so I can get a job. But it seems like a big choice.” He admitted.

“I was so stubborn growing up about keeping my own name. But I can’t really keep it now eh?” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s odd in the mirror too. Familiar but also strange.”

He had to consider about the ‘dead’ aspect though.

“As… far as considering him dead, I don’t think it’s terrible I don’t think. He might have forgotten everything you had and … that sort of means the person you were with is Dead in a way.”

He ran a thumb over an old scar on his arm as he thought.
“Like, Parisite is dead in a way, it doesn’t change what I did when I was him, but even if I get drawn back somehow I wouldn’t be the same Parasite as I was before.”

“I … can’t remember if I’d have missed you… too, is that awkward?” He asked carefully. Parts of his life just felt like eggshells. It was strange. He was so grateful that he remembered as much as he did.

He laughed. “Fair, I mean, I almost had a chance when I was a kid if you counted someone trying to give me a name that was more ‘American.” He shrugged. “I was not impressed at that time, and I… probably won’t pick one this time either honestly. I mean… I’ll have to be careful because I don’t speak a JOT of Chinese but, at least I’m not gonna be some...boob who chooses a Japanese name or something. I didn’t fight to keep my own name just to culture swap on it.” He shrugged.

“Also I am at least pretty sure my name doesn’t mean Bacon Wrapped Pot Roast at least.” He grinned. “I mean, who’d know here right?” He grinned at the idea.

“Hell, it might even suit my sense of humor.” he shifted the leather bracelet he wore, pulling it uncomfortably down his arm just enough to show off the tattoo.

‘Made in China’

“So uh… the only Senshi I remember sort of knowledge is pretty new at all this, wanna… tell me what it’s like being a Senshi?” He said with a small shrug. Other than you...kinda smell like a Cinnamon broom, maybe I could learn to hate them less if they make me think of a friend.”

Why DID he feel ire to them anyhow? It wasn’t like they were -that- bad if you didn’t come across a whole bin of them.

“I… don’t know.” He shrugged. “Not sure where to start honestly. What’s up with Knights? We seem to be tied to planets, and...Laojun is a place on earth, I googled it… but that doesn't explain why it’s tied to Sautrn? How does...Cinnamon help you with fighting? I mean, other than it’s a strong spice… do you get magic based on old trade routes or just smelling like a craft store bin of pinecones?” He waved his hands curious.

“Also… you only say that because you’ve never had a Bacon Wrapped Pot Roast, It’s Still better than like… And besides it could make for like the worst… uh… flirting.” He stammered over the kiss to his wrist, ears heating more somehow.

“Um...also were we … uh… you’re very uh… I wasn’t like… was I?”

Surely he’d have made a note...right??

Maybe Caleb was just...casually touchy, yeah...that was it.

“Ew! God… no…why would anyone eat a mouthful of… you can’t even properly wet the stuff! That… wow…no… absolutely not.” He stared wide-eyed at the very thought.

He cooked after all, and even savory cooking could have cinnamon in it.
Or on it…. stuff.

“… Now I have to look that up, s**t…” He said marveling that anyone would be so determined to try it that it had an internet presence.

“Hell… I have no idea what my magic does yet. I should… probably figure that out eventually.” He made a small face.
“It can’t be as simple as… “I learn to smack people with a staff”, can it.” He sighed.

“Could have had knives, I know what to do with a knife… but noooo… giant, not even sharp, jingle staff.” He mocked his own weapon.

“God… I’m just glad it’s over… like I know I don’t…remember the other half of things, I guess I wasn’t…as much of an a** as I assume I was, not, entirely.” He winced thinking of the note that he nearly killed Sterling.

“But… if you had feelings, uh…have…feelings…”

Yu Blinked, then nodded. “Yeah… okay… kinda like, meeting again for the first time. If...you can do it, I can too right? Uh… sorry I stabbed you though.” He added with a small wince. “Actual human garbage here, just… I get a magical uniform too.” He gave a laugh with some forced humor, more habit than anything else.

He offered the food, a small nervous smile, he had faith in his cooking, he loved it, he loved the access to the food, the safety of making it into something that was somehow more than the sum of its parts. A skill, a tangible thing that wasn’t rooted in violence and the response to it.

“Tell me what you think though, okay? Someone… Someone mentioned a food truck… now I sorta want to.” He admitted.

If they could start over, if he could start fresh from whatever other crimes he’d forgotten, or omitted… then he could start with a hope.