[Okay, but what if Kojuro's hearing Masamunes in stereo? That rough raspy slur is pretty distinctive, after all, and so is the unnecessary English liberally peppered in.
Hearing two of the same guy might be weird. Know what's weirder? Hearing yourself, from outside of the echo chamber of your own skull. And seeing yourself from across the room, taller and maybe just a little older and with a lighter shade of hair but you still know it's you as you're sure you've been once upon a dream, and-
You know what? Forget it. Thinking about it is freaking Masamune out all over again. He's already desperately trying to avoid his doppelganger, half-convinced this is another dream but terrified of what could happen if it isn't. Even an idiot like him can only recklessly tempt fate so far.
One familiar-but-different face he is glad to see is Kojuro. Old Grandpa Kojuro! The Kojuro from his dream, yes, but the Kojuro from that weird summer at the farm, too. So he hopes, anyway. He can't believe he forgot about all that while he was back at school. Surely Kojuro hasn't... right?]
Kojuro!
[Even with the noise all around them, he keeps his voice to an urgent stage whisper as he flags him down, rudely cutting in between two conversing partygoers (it's not like he spilled their drinks, it's fine).]
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Hearing two of the same guy might be weird. Know what's weirder? Hearing yourself, from outside of the echo chamber of your own skull. And seeing yourself from across the room, taller and maybe just a little older and with a lighter shade of hair but you still know it's you as you're sure you've been once upon a dream, and-
You know what? Forget it. Thinking about it is freaking Masamune out all over again. He's already desperately trying to avoid his doppelganger, half-convinced this is another dream but terrified of what could happen if it isn't. Even an idiot like him can only recklessly tempt fate so far.
One familiar-but-different face he is glad to see is Kojuro. Old Grandpa Kojuro! The Kojuro from his dream, yes, but the Kojuro from that weird summer at the farm, too. So he hopes, anyway. He can't believe he forgot about all that while he was back at school. Surely Kojuro hasn't... right?]
Kojuro!
[Even with the noise all around them, he keeps his voice to an urgent stage whisper as he flags him down, rudely cutting in between two conversing partygoers (it's not like he spilled their drinks, it's fine).]
Psst! Hey, do you recognize me?