Post by Yanagi Tsuneo on Nov 11, 2017 3:33:49 GMT -5
The key to remembering an identity was, in Yanagi's opinion, all about the details. The most important factor was knowing who he used to be- but since he had no point of reference, the next best thing to do was to figure out, on his own, who he used to be. Partially, that involved painfully learning that he was not very flexible, learning that he could read quite fast, and that he liked the smell of scratch-'n-sniff stickers. But he had to know for sure, even if it meant he had to sacrifice valuable time figuring out what he liked.
The key to not wasting time, of course, was efficiency, so after deciding to take the risk and assume that he did not have any allergies, Yanagi was in the kitchen, grabbing any and all ingredients that he knew, on some level, that he could eat (this included not eating raw flour, or eggs, or other simply disgusting things, but not leaving condiments off of the table). It started with a large spoonful of peanut butter (and then he decided that, yes, he liked peanut butter)... So clearly, the next course of action was to just, start adding things to peanut butter. If he didn't like the combination, he didn't like the thing he added to the P.B.
(Would it make more sense to try things on their own? Perhaps, but then he could eliminate options- if he didn't like two things with peanut butter, he wouldn't like either of them on their own, or with anything else.)
However, staring at the spoon in front of him, hand trembling, Yanagi wondered if Mayonnaise and P.B. were really the smartest things to combine-- but, of course, he had to know. He had to be sure, he told himself, even as his gaze lifted to the doorway where the resident butler happened to enter, and Yanagi could do nothing but stare blankly, mouth half-open in preparation for the nightmarish concoction in front of him.
"I have to do it," he explained, quietly-- though he couldn't seem to force himself to put the spoon back into his mouth.
(You have to, huh?)
The key to not wasting time, of course, was efficiency, so after deciding to take the risk and assume that he did not have any allergies, Yanagi was in the kitchen, grabbing any and all ingredients that he knew, on some level, that he could eat (this included not eating raw flour, or eggs, or other simply disgusting things, but not leaving condiments off of the table). It started with a large spoonful of peanut butter (and then he decided that, yes, he liked peanut butter)... So clearly, the next course of action was to just, start adding things to peanut butter. If he didn't like the combination, he didn't like the thing he added to the P.B.
(Would it make more sense to try things on their own? Perhaps, but then he could eliminate options- if he didn't like two things with peanut butter, he wouldn't like either of them on their own, or with anything else.)
However, staring at the spoon in front of him, hand trembling, Yanagi wondered if Mayonnaise and P.B. were really the smartest things to combine-- but, of course, he had to know. He had to be sure, he told himself, even as his gaze lifted to the doorway where the resident butler happened to enter, and Yanagi could do nothing but stare blankly, mouth half-open in preparation for the nightmarish concoction in front of him.
"I have to do it," he explained, quietly-- though he couldn't seem to force himself to put the spoon back into his mouth.
(You have to, huh?)
