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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[Yusuke picks up the dice, but pauses at the question, and gives Akira a long stare. He... must be joking, right? He doesn't actually believe this is some kind of mind palace they accidentally infiltrated or a weird pocket of Mementos they stumbled upon, right?
It is a casino, people are openly going "to town" with it and Akira doesn't get how none of this is okay? ...did he miss something when they were back home, is this what Akira does on a daily basis?! No, that's ridiculous.]
You... have seen this place?
[Seen, understood- Yusuke didn't expect to be the one to explain this to him. He takes the dice and places them on the table, turning them on purpose (not tossing them!) until they are showing the most obscene thing one can get from tossing them.
Then he turns and shifts closer a little so he can keep his voice just for Akira to hear.]
This- isn't a Palace, Joker. There are... intense repercussions for ditching the games or for not attending these events.
[Akira blinks a few times, before his gaze flickers down towards the dice and the offered task. he isn't surprised to see it, of course-- he had looked at the sides of the dice before picking up the game, which is why he knew it was 80% boldness. but for some reason, it still brings a dark flush to his features, one that stretches from his cheeks to the tips of his ears]
[a light cough, and he lifts a hand to the corner of his mouth, voice low as he mutters in return--]
. . . honestly? I thought this was a dream and my subconscious was telling me to be less uptight.
[THANKS BRAIN FOR INFORMING HIM THAT HE IS IN A LENGTHY DRY SPELL OF, COLLOQUIALLY, "NOT GETTING ANY"]
[but more seriously than that. . . his features darken, jaw set]
But "punishing" people for not participating when they don't want to is-- [not at all something he would find enjoyable, especially when. . .] Do I have to beat someone up for you in a back alley, Yusuke? You know that I would.
[Yusuke immediately messes up the dice, not wanting to give the staff the impression that he tossed them or anything; Akira doesn't deserve to be put in such a position right off the bat. But... he can't help but admire the flush that covers his cheeks, and it's hard not to flush in response as well, since, well... implications.
He sighs, pushing hair out of his face, and pretends to signal for some drinks from the guy that's passing by with glasses of... whatever. It's not like they are going to drink it, it's a distraction and delay, and giving him the opportunity to completely turn his back to onlookers so he can talk with Akira.]
Trust me, I wish it was for myself. I've been here for... a while. [Very long while. In ten days he'll even turn 18.
But thoughts drift from that and Yusuke shakes his head,] It's not a person specifically. None that I know of anyway. So beating up is off the table. As for the punishment, [he removes the glove from his left hand and shows Akira the suit of diamonds that is slowly becoming distorted and breaking into smaller diamonds, covering his palm,] there is some kind of curse placed upon the "guests" if we don't, well.
[He motions at a couple several tables down that are making out on top of the table now and from the looks of it, might take it even further.] This thing triggers personality traits that you'd never act upon.
[and just like that, Akira's entire body goes stiff, his breath hitching in his throat. he finds himself staring at the distorted design, gaze tracing the sharp edges of those diamonds, something starting to boil hot and angry in the pit of his stomach. a curse, Yusuke says. he doesn't know the details, but the strength of that word, coupled with the vague description he has been given, is enough for his imagination to run wild]
[a curse, is it? some kind of stupid physical branding that's meant to. . . what? put people in their place? remind them that they are at the mercy of the hotel's whims? perhaps there is no single person behind this that Akira can blame. but if there is a curse. . . if there is a prison, no matter how bright and opulent and entertaining it is on the outside. . .]
[then there is always a warden, isn't there?]
[a sharp exhale, and Akira grits his teeth, words strained]
. . . how dare they.
[how dare they-- whoever they are-- think they can lay claim to something that doesn't belong to them. Yusuke is his own person, full of vibrant life and a gaze that can see beauty in all things, both good and bad. and he doesn't belong to some. . . weird sexy hotel deity (???? deity unconfirmed, that's just where Akira's brain goes to first). that's Akira's thief]
[that's Joker's Fox]
[. . . finally, with his anger simmering cold instead of bursting to life in a grand display of emotion, Akira reaches out to take Fox's hand in his own. his fingers trace the same lines his eyes had earlier, touch light as a feather]
. . . I'll rip out the hearts of whoever did this to you.
[rip them out and tear them to pieces, bit by bit. wouldn't that be satisfying?]
how the turns have tabled, why am I getting feels?
[Was it for better or for worse that Akira doesn't know the extent of how this place changed Yusuke? Even his paintings look different, and they are probably the only thing keeping him sane around here. He didn't know how else to explain the mark they all have, it is a form of curse, in different forms, affecting people differently. And it certainly is a reminder that if he even thinks of 'slacking off', the mark will be there to "help" him find someone, in the worst, possible way.
And while he knew it would upset Akira, he didn't think he'd get angry like this. It's almost radiating off of him, enough that people are now deciding to avoid the table they are occupying.]
It's... not fine, I cannot lie. [It's pointless even. Why would he ever want to lie to Joker?] But I-
[His voice trails off when Akira takes his hand and traces the mark on his hand, eyes widening for a moment. He could feel his throat close up listening to the threats that Yusuke knows Akira would go through if he only had a target, if Yusuke just pointed at the person responsible.
When he finally swallows the lump in his throat and ignores the sting in his eyes, his fingers curl around Akira's, and he can't help himself but exhale shakily, wondering how he managed to get emotional so quickly. It seems that human decency and caring had slowly phased out of this place.]
I hope you take me with you that day.
[Because if Akira's here, it would mean he'd have to go through everything Yusuke already went through, and that cannot go unanswered, and Yusuke wants to- needs to be there.]
[yeah. . . Akira only knows that Yusuke looks a bit older and more guarded than he was in the single day that has passed since they were last together. the rest? that'll come with time]
[but for now. . . despite the way Yusuke squeezes his hand, the shaky exhale, the slight glint of moisture in the corners of his eyes-- I hope you take me with you that day is exactly the reply that Akira had hoped to hear]
[he moves his fingers so they're linked with Yusuke's, palms pressed together-- one marked with diamonds, and one completely bared--his own grip protectively tight. as if just holding hands like this could protect Yusuke from everything he has experienced thus far]
. . . I'd do you one better.
[his voice is quiet, but his words are still taut with what seethes so readily in his heart. it's a damn good thing he had learned how to temper his anger already. society does that to a guy]
[Yusuke's hand squeezes back instantly as if it was craving more than just random encounters with people in this place. Something, someone familiar.
With this kind of reassurance and support, Yusuke feels like ditching this distasteful game would be a child's play and that he wouldn't give a damn about the consequences. Besides, this conversation has taken out of any sort of playfulness he felt a moment earlier, and Akira looks angrier, feels angrier than Yusuke had ever witnessed him before.]
We should leave, [much to the displeasure of onlookers. Yusuke's chip amount in his account might drain as a result, or he'll get some suit effects in a few hours, but it will be worth it.
If he can keep Akira away from these effects, even for just a while, then he'll do it without blinking.]
[yeah. they should. not that Akira would mind sticking around-- as far as the games at this party go, this one is tame ("tame") enough, and if sticking it out for four rounds means nobody gets punished then all the better. but after that heartfelt exchange and the firmness of Yusuke's decision, there's no point in it anymore. besides. . . he is glad to see a bit more of that Phantom Thief defiance return to Fox's gaze]
All right.
[and just like that, Akira stands, never once releasing that hand. truthfully, he had another point he wanted to make while they were seated at this table, but. . . it's not one he needs the dice to convey, anyway]
[the patrons around them are grumbling their dissent, but not moving to stop them. they are free to do as they please!]
[It's been a while since he felt the urge to be defiant in this place; after a while, if you don't have anyone close from home, your previous self from home... changes into something else.
He happily leads the way out of the gambling room and into the much bigger one of the casino where many, many more people are mingling, drinking, floating around, crashing into things. His hold on Akira's hand tightens so he doesn't lose him in the crowd as he pushes past attendees and staff.
If he could get back to his room on the upper floor-- he's done with this event-
Before he can step out, there's a short "intervention" of two Hotel staff, trying to guide them both back to the party. He glances at Akira, hoping he'll catch on to play along when he says-]
We are busy.
[-trying to make it seem as if there's more going on than there actually is. That should make them let up, right?]
[. . . ah. so that's how it is. a bit sinister, honestly. . .]
[Akira doesn't even need the cue. the moment the hotel staff move to intercept them, he loops his arm around Yusuke's and immediately leans heavily into the other thief's side, crowding his personal space in an excellent rendition of someone who has had far too much to drink. all those nights talking to the drunk patrons at Lala-chan's bar sure have come in handy. Ann would be proud of these acting skills!! . . . probably!!]
Sorry, sorry ~ [his tone is light and airy] We're the type of people who like a little bit of. . . privacy.
[It is sinister, and deceitful and very, very rude. But honestly, Hotels' got it coming. He'd feel bad for the staff if they weren't actively enforcing the whims of the Hotel.
The two staff members, give them a look over, and mutter to each other for a second, then one leaves while the other motions for them to wait. For a split second, Yusuke thought they were about to get into trouble (not that getting out of Hotel's "prison" is a challenge, but he'd rather not waste time), when the other guy returned with some pink bag and handed it to them. Only then do they move away and let them leave the casino.
Stepping into Hotel's lobby feels like stepping into green, spring fields after all of that. Yusuke exhales the breath he was holding while they were waiting, and gives the bag a suspicious look (it's probably some weird sex toy...)]
The hard part's done. [How weird will it be to offer to go straight to his room??]
How much have you seen of this place? I've heard that newcomers woke up in cars this time.
[. . . yeah, Akira is also giving the bag a suspicious look. no more trust!! and it is only after they are out of sight of the hotel enforcers that he stands up straight again, giving Yusuke a bit more room to breathe]
Mm. I got to know the carport pretty well.
[it was a nice time, actually!! he failed at hotwiring a car, which is a disappointment that he will carry with him until he can redeem himself. but he hung out with a half-naked stranger and talked about being spirited away to other worlds and made a new pal, and that is all that matters!!]
[Yusuke didn't mind Akira clinging onto him at all. He'd take him like that all the way through the hotel without a complaint.
As they make their way through the lobby, the bag will be "discreetly" set aside on one of the smaller tables in the lounge areas. Maybe someone will find it interesting.]
I suppose it is better than waking in the bathrooms. It happened once.
[Once out of the view of Casino attendees, Yusuke slows his pace a little and leads the way to the elevators.]
We can go to my room if you want to change out of that. Or I can show you the stores. There are also something like botanical gardens on top floors, [the close they have to the outdoors,] and gym and spa centers on the lower floor.
[tagging along like a li'l duckling, of course. paying proper attention to their surroundings as they move. gosh, this place reeks of financial waste and irresponsible spending. down with the bourgeoise—]
Change? My suit? I don't exactly mind it.
[there is some dried cake frosting on one shoulder though, so. . . he could probably do with a change into something more comfortable]
But I wouldn't mind getting out of it, either. So it's that, or the botanical gardens.
[which sound really nice!! it might be a good place to vibe in relative peace, quiet, and privacy. but while Akira has offered his opinions, he tilts his head at Yusuke and asks]
What do you want to do?
[because right now. . . he'd much rather focus on Yusuke's desires than his own]
[He should've seen Yusuke when he woke up in this place. He thought he was back at Madarame's palace, stuck in some ostentatious room of his. The urge to lash out was intense- the only thing stopping him is that he doesn't have his powers.]
I have more comfortable clothes than these. [They'll probably be big on Akira, but it's better than a stuffy suit if they are to lounge around and talk.
He discreetly glances at his palm, but there's no change on it, and he relaxes a bit more.]
The gardens are wonderful at any time of day. Quiet. I don't mind going there.
[The elevator dings open and, to Yusuke's horror, the painting is back and instantly starts throwing obscenities and dirty talk at them.]
We'll take the next one, [he mutters and reaches to close the door, making the painting hanging in the elevator screech in "pain" and "how could they leave her and deprive her of a hot makeout session".
The elevator next to the previous one arrives and Yusuke nods at it,] This one should do.
[for a moment, Alisa just stares at the elevator, perfectly stunned as he tries to comprehend what the heck just happened?? painting?? talking painting?? THIRSTY talking painting??]
[but by the time the next elevator arrives. . . he slaps a hand across his mouth and doubles over, shoulders shaking in. . . laughter]
[SORRY SOME THINGS ARE JUST SO RIDICULOUS HE CAN'T HELP HIMSELF]
[Yusuke sighs as he glances over to Akira, who's doubled down for laughs. Well, at least someone finds these things funny.
To Yusuke, it's an abomination of the highest level. However, he wasn't allowed to... "relieve" the hotel of this horror as it is "expensive property".
Also, some of those were super-glued onto the wall.]
There were also statues that did similar things, only they walked and tried to kiss you.
[Well, more than kiss you but Yusuke is trying his best to erase that from his memory.
Akira does get a nudge into the elevator from Yusuke, not wanting someone to take the empty one that arrived.]
[sometimes you cope through laughter. . . it's okay. . . also it is, in fact, extremely rude for a couple of thieves to be housed in an expensive hotel-slash-casino without any means of actually doing their thiefly duties, it's true]
You know. . . [as the laughter dies down, he obliges Yusuke's nudge and steps into the elevator] . . . all of this over-the-top "inspiration" is wholly unnecessary to get two people in bed together.
[sometimes people don't need help, Haunted Hotel-san!!]
nope, that's your Akira in your previous tag XDD gave me a good chuckle
[When you live and breathe art, it's a bit difficult to find amusement in desecrated paintings. He's gone on many tirades by now about it, but it all falls on deaf ears.]
If it were successful, the Hotel probably wouldn't use drugs or these markings to make us do it.
[Hotel-san doesn't give a damn. It wants as many people to fuck as possible. It's really jarring sometimes.]
....... MY AUTOCORRECT TYPOS!!! guess he's Alisa now--
[poor Yusuke. . . it's understandable, considering his passion is art and beauty. this place truly is far too gaudy and distorted for a soul like him. for anyone, really]
[. . . Akira's amusement fades, concern flickering back to life in the backs of his irises as he gives his thief a sideways glance. he waits until the elevator doors close around him, not because he is afraid of being overheard, but because. . . heck, he doesn't know. maybe the illusion of privacy helps. . .?]
[he rocks to the side, bumping his shoulder against Yusuke's gently. a show of camaraderie. but also, it's keeping his own anger at bay, too. moment of laughter aside, he hasn't forgotten how haggard and run-down Yusuke appears to be after a lengthy stay here. and he won't forget, either]
. . . then this place doesn't really understand the human heart.
[which isn't surprising. in his experience, non-humans are really bad at understanding humanity. lookin' at you, Yaldabaoth!!]
I suppose I can't speak for anyone but myself. [and everyone is different in their wants and desires. that, Akira knows] But. . . all it should take is a spark. A connection. A bit of trust.
No, no it doesn't. And I don't think it is even trying to do so.
[Closed doors do help when it comes to talking about these things. He's not shy per se, but he prefers private conversations. There's a chance they're being spied on by something, or someone, but the illusion of being alone helps.
The little bump does help the mood a little and his lip curls into a small smile. He has to actually pause and think through a list of people he's come to know here. Now that Akira points it out, there isn't actually anyone he can say he trusts as much as he trusts him.
He slowly shakes his head,] No. There's no one I could explicitly trust here, except you now. [His thoughts briefly drift to Kazuya and his brows narrow- can he actually trust that guy? Little fucker bites, teleports shit around, and makes fun of him- trust is a big word. Also, there's that Yu guy. Good, but elusive.
He does need to bring up the topic of Akechi, but- not here.
Maybe Yusuke just doesn't let himself trust anyone around here. It's very, very hard to.]
It's difficult to discern people's intentions while we are influenced by these, [he waves the hand with the mark on it.]
[. . . hrrrgh. Akira's gut twists a bit at that response, his own gaze narrowing. that's the answer he was afraid of]
[. . .]
[. . . honestly, for all that he talks, Akira isn't very experienced himself. too busy saving the world!! and having a piss-poor reputation with his peers doesn't help. but he still thinks. . . in all that he does know. . . that this sort of connection with someone should be fun. whether it's because people care about each other so much that they don't know how else to express it, or because they're bored and want to have a good time]
[it should be fun! and exciting!! something that brings a smile to one's face. not. . . whatever this is]
[he lifts his hand, gently opening it to stare at his bared palm, quiet until the elevator doors ding and open once more]
. . . mmm. I suppose they really would muddy the waters.
[Being kidnapped, conditioned, and threatened kind of takes all the fun out of it. Not to mention the only daylight they see is on top of the hotel and Yusuke's sure it's artificial as well.
He doesn't stop Akira from taking his hand, even if he's not too happy with showing the mark. At least it's not somewhere indecent like some people got. That would be... hard to show.
And no, he doesn't have one. Yusuke steps out after Akira; whether that's a sort of invite or not, Yusuke can't tell (he still sucks at reading people), but he knows he'd rather jump down the elevator shaft than try anything forceful with Akira.]
I hope they don't give you room below the lobby. It's- [a disaster,] prone to being attacked.
[They are currently on the level where 7's reside. Yusuke leads a short way down the hallway, past another longue in between, and stops in front of the door that has the metal plaque "7 of Diamonds- Yusuke Kitagawa".
He pushes the door open and lets Akira go in first and then follows after him. It is a spacious room, not ostentatious or opulent, but not lacking in amenities either. The bathroom is big with a bath and shower that has a sitting area. There's king sized bed on one side of the room, in front of which is a small sitting area and walk-in closet.
On the right side of the room are, surprise surprise, canvases. A lot of them. Ten months' worth of paintings and supplies, arranged but also in disarray. A few of the paintings that Yusuke considers good are hanging on the walls (a huge canvas covering the entire wall showing Shibuya, Tokyo, aerial view, a painting of a nine-tailed fox burning up in blue flames, and a tree with golden branches reaching for the sky).]
Make yourself at home. I'll get us a change of clothes right away, [Yusuke says, dropping the heavy coat he was given on the bed and goes to rummage through the closet.]
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It is a casino, people are openly going "to town" with it and Akira doesn't get how none of this is okay? ...did he miss something when they were back home, is this what Akira does on a daily basis?! No, that's ridiculous.]
You... have seen this place?
[Seen, understood- Yusuke didn't expect to be the one to explain this to him. He takes the dice and places them on the table, turning them on purpose (not tossing them!) until they are showing the most obscene thing one can get from tossing them.
Then he turns and shifts closer a little so he can keep his voice just for Akira to hear.]
This- isn't a Palace, Joker. There are... intense repercussions for ditching the games or for not attending these events.
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[Akira blinks a few times, before his gaze flickers down towards the dice and the offered task. he isn't surprised to see it, of course-- he had looked at the sides of the dice before picking up the game, which is why he knew it was 80% boldness. but for some reason, it still brings a dark flush to his features, one that stretches from his cheeks to the tips of his ears]
[a light cough, and he lifts a hand to the corner of his mouth, voice low as he mutters in return--]
. . . honestly? I thought this was a dream and my subconscious was telling me to be less uptight.
[THANKS BRAIN FOR INFORMING HIM THAT HE IS IN A LENGTHY DRY SPELL OF, COLLOQUIALLY, "NOT GETTING ANY"]
[but more seriously than that. . . his features darken, jaw set]
But "punishing" people for not participating when they don't want to is-- [not at all something he would find enjoyable, especially when. . .] Do I have to beat someone up for you in a back alley, Yusuke? You know that I would.
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He sighs, pushing hair out of his face, and pretends to signal for some drinks from the guy that's passing by with glasses of... whatever. It's not like they are going to drink it, it's a distraction and delay, and giving him the opportunity to completely turn his back to onlookers so he can talk with Akira.]
Trust me, I wish it was for myself. I've been here for... a while. [Very long while. In ten days he'll even turn 18.
But thoughts drift from that and Yusuke shakes his head,] It's not a person specifically. None that I know of anyway. So beating up is off the table. As for the punishment, [he removes the glove from his left hand and shows Akira the suit of diamonds that is slowly becoming distorted and breaking into smaller diamonds, covering his palm,] there is some kind of curse placed upon the "guests" if we don't, well.
[He motions at a couple several tables down that are making out on top of the table now and from the looks of it, might take it even further.] This thing triggers personality traits that you'd never act upon.
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[and just like that, Akira's entire body goes stiff, his breath hitching in his throat. he finds himself staring at the distorted design, gaze tracing the sharp edges of those diamonds, something starting to boil hot and angry in the pit of his stomach. a curse, Yusuke says. he doesn't know the details, but the strength of that word, coupled with the vague description he has been given, is enough for his imagination to run wild]
[a curse, is it? some kind of stupid physical branding that's meant to. . . what? put people in their place? remind them that they are at the mercy of the hotel's whims? perhaps there is no single person behind this that Akira can blame. but if there is a curse. . . if there is a prison, no matter how bright and opulent and entertaining it is on the outside. . .]
[then there is always a warden, isn't there?]
[a sharp exhale, and Akira grits his teeth, words strained]
. . . how dare they.
[how dare they-- whoever they are-- think they can lay claim to something that doesn't belong to them. Yusuke is his own person, full of vibrant life and a gaze that can see beauty in all things, both good and bad. and he doesn't belong to some. . . weird sexy hotel deity (???? deity unconfirmed, that's just where Akira's brain goes to first). that's Akira's thief]
[that's Joker's Fox]
[. . . finally, with his anger simmering cold instead of bursting to life in a grand display of emotion, Akira reaches out to take Fox's hand in his own. his fingers trace the same lines his eyes had earlier, touch light as a feather]
. . . I'll rip out the hearts of whoever did this to you.
[rip them out and tear them to pieces, bit by bit. wouldn't that be satisfying?]
how the turns have tabled, why am I getting feels?
And while he knew it would upset Akira, he didn't think he'd get angry like this. It's almost radiating off of him, enough that people are now deciding to avoid the table they are occupying.]
It's... not fine, I cannot lie. [It's pointless even. Why would he ever want to lie to Joker?] But I-
[His voice trails off when Akira takes his hand and traces the mark on his hand, eyes widening for a moment. He could feel his throat close up listening to the threats that Yusuke knows Akira would go through if he only had a target, if Yusuke just pointed at the person responsible.
When he finally swallows the lump in his throat and ignores the sting in his eyes, his fingers curl around Akira's, and he can't help himself but exhale shakily, wondering how he managed to get emotional so quickly. It seems that human decency and caring had slowly phased out of this place.]
I hope you take me with you that day.
[Because if Akira's here, it would mean he'd have to go through everything Yusuke already went through, and that cannot go unanswered, and Yusuke wants to- needs to be there.]
I KNOW BUT IT'S SO GOOD!!1
[but for now. . . despite the way Yusuke squeezes his hand, the shaky exhale, the slight glint of moisture in the corners of his eyes-- I hope you take me with you that day is exactly the reply that Akira had hoped to hear]
[he moves his fingers so they're linked with Yusuke's, palms pressed together-- one marked with diamonds, and one completely bared--his own grip protectively tight. as if just holding hands like this could protect Yusuke from everything he has experienced thus far]
. . . I'd do you one better.
[his voice is quiet, but his words are still taut with what seethes so readily in his heart. it's a damn good thing he had learned how to temper his anger already. society does that to a guy]
I'll make sure you get first strike.
😭
[Yusuke's hand squeezes back instantly as if it was craving more than just random encounters with people in this place. Something, someone familiar.
With this kind of reassurance and support, Yusuke feels like ditching this distasteful game would be a child's play and that he wouldn't give a damn about the consequences. Besides, this conversation has taken out of any sort of playfulness he felt a moment earlier, and Akira looks angrier, feels angrier than Yusuke had ever witnessed him before.]
We should leave, [much to the displeasure of onlookers. Yusuke's chip amount in his account might drain as a result, or he'll get some suit effects in a few hours, but it will be worth it.
If he can keep Akira away from these effects, even for just a while, then he'll do it without blinking.]
his fox u_u
All right.
[and just like that, Akira stands, never once releasing that hand. truthfully, he had another point he wanted to make while they were seated at this table, but. . . it's not one he needs the dice to convey, anyway]
[the patrons around them are grumbling their dissent, but not moving to stop them. they are free to do as they please!]
Lead the way, Fox.
[he's new, so give him a nice li'l tour!!]
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He happily leads the way out of the gambling room and into the much bigger one of the casino where many, many more people are mingling, drinking, floating around, crashing into things. His hold on Akira's hand tightens so he doesn't lose him in the crowd as he pushes past attendees and staff.
If he could get back to his room on the upper floor-- he's done with this event-
Before he can step out, there's a short "intervention" of two Hotel staff, trying to guide them both back to the party. He glances at Akira, hoping he'll catch on to play along when he says-]
We are busy.
[-trying to make it seem as if there's more going on than there actually is. That should make them let up, right?]
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[Akira doesn't even need the cue. the moment the hotel staff move to intercept them, he loops his arm around Yusuke's and immediately leans heavily into the other thief's side, crowding his personal space in an excellent rendition of someone who has had far too much to drink. all those nights talking to the drunk patrons at Lala-chan's bar sure have come in handy. Ann would be proud of these acting skills!! . . . probably!!]
Sorry, sorry ~ [his tone is light and airy] We're the type of people who like a little bit of. . . privacy.
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The two staff members, give them a look over, and mutter to each other for a second, then one leaves while the other motions for them to wait. For a split second, Yusuke thought they were about to get into trouble (not that getting out of Hotel's "prison" is a challenge, but he'd rather not waste time), when the other guy returned with some pink bag and handed it to them. Only then do they move away and let them leave the casino.
Stepping into Hotel's lobby feels like stepping into green, spring fields after all of that. Yusuke exhales the breath he was holding while they were waiting, and gives the bag a suspicious look (it's probably some weird sex toy...)]
The hard part's done. [How weird will it be to offer to go straight to his room??]
How much have you seen of this place? I've heard that newcomers woke up in cars this time.
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Mm. I got to know the carport pretty well.
[it was a nice time, actually!! he failed at hotwiring a car, which is a disappointment that he will carry with him until he can redeem himself. but he hung out with a half-naked stranger and talked about being spirited away to other worlds and made a new pal, and that is all that matters!!]
But other than that? Not much at all.
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As they make their way through the lobby, the bag will be "discreetly" set aside on one of the smaller tables in the lounge areas. Maybe someone will find it interesting.]
I suppose it is better than waking in the bathrooms. It happened once.
[Once out of the view of Casino attendees, Yusuke slows his pace a little and leads the way to the elevators.]
We can go to my room if you want to change out of that. Or I can show you the stores. There are also something like botanical gardens on top floors, [the close they have to the outdoors,] and gym and spa centers on the lower floor.
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Change? My suit? I don't exactly mind it.
[there is some dried cake frosting on one shoulder though, so. . . he could probably do with a change into something more comfortable]
But I wouldn't mind getting out of it, either. So it's that, or the botanical gardens.
[which sound really nice!! it might be a good place to vibe in relative peace, quiet, and privacy. but while Akira has offered his opinions, he tilts his head at Yusuke and asks]
What do you want to do?
[because right now. . . he'd much rather focus on Yusuke's desires than his own]
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I have more comfortable clothes than these. [They'll probably be big on Akira, but it's better than a stuffy suit if they are to lounge around and talk.
He discreetly glances at his palm, but there's no change on it, and he relaxes a bit more.]
The gardens are wonderful at any time of day. Quiet. I don't mind going there.
[The elevator dings open and, to Yusuke's horror, the painting is back and instantly starts throwing obscenities and dirty talk at them.]
We'll take the next one, [he mutters and reaches to close the door, making the painting hanging in the elevator screech in "pain" and "how could they leave her and deprive her of a hot makeout session".
The elevator next to the previous one arrives and Yusuke nods at it,] This one should do.
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[OH MY GOD]
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[but by the time the next elevator arrives. . . he slaps a hand across his mouth and doubles over, shoulders shaking in. . . laughter]
[SORRY SOME THINGS ARE JUST SO RIDICULOUS HE CAN'T HELP HIMSELF]
[between chortles, he manages to wheeze]
What the fuck.
Hi, Alisa :D
To Yusuke, it's an abomination of the highest level. However, he wasn't allowed to... "relieve" the hotel of this horror as it is "expensive property".
Also, some of those were super-glued onto the wall.]
There were also statues that did similar things, only they walked and tried to kiss you.
[Well, more than kiss you but Yusuke is trying his best to erase that from his memory.
Akira does get a nudge into the elevator from Yusuke, not wanting someone to take the empty one that arrived.]
i'm crying is alisa the painting
You know. . . [as the laughter dies down, he obliges Yusuke's nudge and steps into the elevator] . . . all of this over-the-top "inspiration" is wholly unnecessary to get two people in bed together.
[sometimes people don't need help, Haunted Hotel-san!!]
nope, that's your Akira in your previous tag XDD gave me a good chuckle
If it were successful, the Hotel probably wouldn't use drugs or these markings to make us do it.
[Hotel-san doesn't give a damn. It wants as many people to fuck as possible. It's really jarring sometimes.]
....... MY AUTOCORRECT TYPOS!!! guess he's Alisa now--
[. . . Akira's amusement fades, concern flickering back to life in the backs of his irises as he gives his thief a sideways glance. he waits until the elevator doors close around him, not because he is afraid of being overheard, but because. . . heck, he doesn't know. maybe the illusion of privacy helps. . .?]
[he rocks to the side, bumping his shoulder against Yusuke's gently. a show of camaraderie. but also, it's keeping his own anger at bay, too. moment of laughter aside, he hasn't forgotten how haggard and run-down Yusuke appears to be after a lengthy stay here. and he won't forget, either]
. . . then this place doesn't really understand the human heart.
[which isn't surprising. in his experience, non-humans are really bad at understanding humanity. lookin' at you, Yaldabaoth!!]
I suppose I can't speak for anyone but myself. [and everyone is different in their wants and desires. that, Akira knows] But. . . all it should take is a spark. A connection. A bit of trust.
[. . .]
[quietly]
Do you have someone like that here, Yusuke. . .?
we love Alisa
[Closed doors do help when it comes to talking about these things. He's not shy per se, but he prefers private conversations. There's a chance they're being spied on by something, or someone, but the illusion of being alone helps.
The little bump does help the mood a little and his lip curls into a small smile. He has to actually pause and think through a list of people he's come to know here. Now that Akira points it out, there isn't actually anyone he can say he trusts as much as he trusts him.
He slowly shakes his head,] No. There's no one I could explicitly trust here, except you now. [His thoughts briefly drift to Kazuya and his brows narrow- can he actually trust that guy? Little fucker bites, teleports shit around, and makes fun of him- trust is a big word. Also, there's that Yu guy. Good, but elusive.
He does need to bring up the topic of Akechi, but- not here.
Maybe Yusuke just doesn't let himself trust anyone around here. It's very, very hard to.]
It's difficult to discern people's intentions while we are influenced by these, [he waves the hand with the mark on it.]
wheezes! 1/2
[. . .]
[. . . honestly, for all that he talks, Akira isn't very experienced himself. too busy saving the world!! and having a piss-poor reputation with his peers doesn't help. but he still thinks. . . in all that he does know. . . that this sort of connection with someone should be fun. whether it's because people care about each other so much that they don't know how else to express it, or because they're bored and want to have a good time]
[it should be fun! and exciting!! something that brings a smile to one's face. not. . . whatever this is]
[he lifts his hand, gently opening it to stare at his bared palm, quiet until the elevator doors ding and open once more]
. . . mmm. I suppose they really would muddy the waters.
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Well. I don't have one.
[YET]
[unless this really is a dream and he wakes up in eight hours. . . then he'll never get one. . .]
sorry for word vomit
He doesn't stop Akira from taking his hand, even if he's not too happy with showing the mark. At least it's not somewhere indecent like some people got. That would be... hard to show.
And no, he doesn't have one.
Yusuke steps out after Akira; whether that's a sort of invite or not, Yusuke can't tell (he still sucks at reading people), but he knows he'd rather jump down the elevator shaft than try anything forceful with Akira.]
I hope they don't give you room below the lobby. It's- [a disaster,] prone to being attacked.
[They are currently on the level where 7's reside. Yusuke leads a short way down the hallway, past another longue in between, and stops in front of the door that has the metal plaque "7 of Diamonds- Yusuke Kitagawa".
He pushes the door open and lets Akira go in first and then follows after him. It is a spacious room, not ostentatious or opulent, but not lacking in amenities either. The bathroom is big with a bath and shower that has a sitting area. There's king sized bed on one side of the room, in front of which is a small sitting area and walk-in closet.
On the right side of the room are, surprise surprise, canvases. A lot of them. Ten months' worth of paintings and supplies, arranged but also in disarray. A few of the paintings that Yusuke considers good are hanging on the walls (a huge canvas covering the entire wall showing Shibuya, Tokyo, aerial view, a painting of a nine-tailed fox burning up in blue flames, and a tree with golden branches reaching for the sky).]
Make yourself at home. I'll get us a change of clothes right away, [Yusuke says, dropping the heavy coat he was given on the bed and goes to rummage through the closet.]
1/2 noooo i LOVE IT, also gives a long wordy tag. . . two tags. . .
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I'm so excited to see you reserved 8D!!!
waaah I AM GLAD I was enticed by great TDM threads
/MUCH VIBRATING/ we only need golden boy Ryuji now! also time shenanigans GO!
oh my god akira is gonna die
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Akira having existential crisis
it's only the tdm and the whiplash of feelings he has had is astounding
I can't wait to see what suit Akira gets 8D Yusuke is... >:3 the sexy one (because I'm evil)
LMFJSJ I am eyeing spades cuz I think that'd be the most fun for me, but we shall see!
omg I have girl here that's spades, it's awesome 8D!
it fits him well!! since he is so stubborn about staying true to himself c:
listen, I needed a good excuse to have him act sexy and *very* dominant >.>;
LEGIT, that's what the suits are for, from my understanding!!
all I wanna say is rip Akira (he missed Yusuke's nine-tailed fox edition)
the 10% furry in him laments
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