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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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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.]
1/2 noooo i LOVE IT, also gives a long wordy tag. . . two tags. . .
[WAS IT AN INVITATION, INDEED!! . . . a very coy one, actually. for the time being, Akira isn't bound by some silly magical brand embedded on his skin. all of his actions are completely his own, fueled by his own heart and the direction in which it beats. his wants, his desires, they are completely his own. he has never been one to ignore them!!]
[. . . he likes to think that'd be true even if he did have a mark, too. he knows he's stubborn enough for it]
[either way, he doesn't push it beyond that. it's more like. . . a gentle reminder. so for now, Akira flashes his companion a grin as he gently pulls him out of the elevator]
You know I like a good scuffle every now and then. Bring it on.
[and then. . .! there's Yusuke's room, and Akira immediately finds his gaze drifting towards the canvases. his smile widens upon seeing them, eyes soft as he steps towards the decorated walls to admire his friend's handiwork. gods, Yusuke is so talented. he may be furious at how Yusuke has been treated since arriving at this resort, but. . . at least he can still paint]
Mmm. Thanks.
[a tiny head tilt. he recognizes those cityscapes]
Perhaps not with these, [spider look-a-likes, hard carapace, no weapons. Like playing a video game on insanity mode.]
[It was coy enough that Yusuke didn't catch it right off the bat to respond to it. He'll probably get it once he's in bed later, at 3 AM. It's how those things go.
They tried to ruin the painting as well! Can you imagine getting body paints and the entire pack being laced with aphrodisiacs!? It was a betrayal on a different level! The trials and tribulations of whether to use the paints or not- tossing out 'good' paint was PAINFUL.
He steps out of the closet (no pun intended), holding folded clothes in his hands (soft sweaters in dark colors, comfy pants, a belt if Akira needs it because Yusuke's taller than him, all good quality) and stops to stare at the painting Akira's looking at.]
I do... I've been here for around ten months now. I miss LeBlanc's coffee the most. Maybe I should paint it... [the interior of the small coffee shop, secluded from prying eyes. Yeah, that's a good subject for the next painting.]
[it's fine, Akira is patient. he isn't in a rush for anything (doesn't really need anything to be more content than he is now), and he'd rather focus on making sure Yusuke feels happy and comfortable in his presence than anything else. they've hung out enough times that this is more than enough. it's just like the summer before last, where they spent time in a stuffy old cafe attic watching art DVDs and reading together!!]
[with a grateful nod, Akira takes the folded outfit and begins to lay it out on the bed in front of him. every so often his eyes trail back towards those paintings, just to admire the lines of every brushstroke]
You should. [paint it, he means] Do they let you roast and grind your own coffee beans, here?
And he wishes he could go back right now to that attic and just do stupid, idle stuff, even if it's not related to painting (!!!). To think he'd miss so many ordinary things to feel sentimental about them and want to paint them; shows just how long he's been trapped here. By himself. (Akechi doesn't count! He's not a thief!)
He moves to put his own stuff on a nearby chair and starts changing out of the tight suit, rolling his shoulders back once he's out of the button-up shirt-]
Not really. Well, not on my grade. People that have "cards" of ten and above have access and more privilege to stuff. I am sure they have coffee grinders and everything one needs to roast and prepare good coffee.
I've been living, unfortunately, off of cheap coffee from chain shops. [It's not THAT bad, like Yusuke's trying to imply. But after being spoiled with LeBlanc's coffee, he's become a snob and everything pales compared to it.]
[Akira shrugs off his own jacket, tossing it haphazardly aside. and then he immediate realizes that he is making a mess in Fox's room and goes pick it up so he can lay it NEATLY across the bed. good, don't be rude, Akira]
[his fingers glide across the buttons of his own shirt, nose wrinkled as he considers this. no easy access to coffee beans and grinders, huh. . .]
That's a shame. [the lack of supplies and the cheap coffee] I wanted to make us a cup of Leblanc's special blend. [taps his temple!] The recipe is all up here.
[and a bit of comfortable nostalgia always warms the heart]
[Yusuke doesn't mind the mess, he's made a lot of it on his own with canvases and paint supplies. It's difficult to tell if his room is messy or tidy.
His eyes glance over briefly, pondering if there is any other way to acquire the coffee grinder and cooker. He changes out of his shirt and gives a small, almost cocky smile.]
When there's will, there's a way. We do earn chips with excess cards we earn, [and knowing Akira, not having an immediate solution doesn't mean there is no solution.]
I am sure we will be able to think of something.
waaah I AM GLAD I was enticed by great TDM threads
[Yusuke would be CORRECT. Akira will move heaven and Earth to obtain a good coffee maker and quality beans. ain't nothing in the world that can stop him!1 or so he likes to think!!]
[. . . also, that confident smile looks good on Yusuke. much better than the fear and worry form earlier. Akira's heart feels so soft in that moment, though. . . he has to force his own gaze away when his companion talks about chips and excess cards, because he does know the rules of the game they're playing]
[light pink blossoms on his cheeks, but he brushes it off as he tugs away the fancy button-up shirt and replaces it with another]
I'm pretty confident in our skills. Besides— [the cheek returns] — we've robbed a casino before, haven't we?
/MUCH VIBRATING/ we only need golden boy Ryuji now! also time shenanigans GO!
[Yusuke's been here for a WHILE and he still blushes himself when he has to talk about "acquiring cards". He's not as stiff as he was in the beginning, but some things don't change!
Like getting a small flush of his own in response to Akira's and turning to finish dressing because he's afraid his suit will act up to encourage things. Especially as a punishment since he made them ditch the games.]
That we did. [...] Well, we were in the middle of it when I arrived here. But I am certain it ended the way we planned.
[There's no way the fumbled that. Akira's too smart to let someone like Akechi fool him.]
The last time I saw you was literally the day before I got here. You were there when we finished the casino. And the cruise ship, the underground jail. . .
[. . .]
[he trails off, because it is occurring to him with a slow-dawning horror that if this is true. . .]
[Yusuke finally untangles himself from his sweater and stops dressing to properly turn to Akira.
And squints at him.
...is this Hotel messing with things again like it did with Akechi? Then again, even after months here, he still doesn't fully trust the guy regardless of... everything.]
No, I am not aware of those things. [But if Akira's here after all of that, then everything went well, right?
And no, he does not.]
But I have heard that the Hotel can have some influence over the timeline when deciding to bring people in here.
it's only the tdm and the whiplash of feelings he has had is astounding
[timeline influence. . . so like, Yusuke is from nine months in Akira's past? that's possible?? Akira is doing a great impression of the math lady meme as he puts all of this together. because not only does it mean that Yusuke doesn't know about Maruki, he also doesn't know about Shido. Yaldabaoth. Akechi's. . . death. Akira's reincarceration and subsequent release. their summer road trip. the Demiurge. Sophia. Zenkichi. Sumire]
[HIS HEAD HURTS. . .]
Okay. . . well.
I can confirm everything went as planned at the casino. But boy, do I have a lot to catch you up on.
Edited 2025-01-19 23:08 (UTC)
I can't wait to see what suit Akira gets 8D Yusuke is... >:3 the sexy one (because I'm evil)
[They've been staring at each other for a long moment as if each of them had suddenly grown another head. Yusuke didn't think about the fact that different timelines were going to be a problem, he's never had to compare his own to anyone (again, Akechi doesn't count because he is SO CONVINCED they got him that it didn't matter to him the time disparity).]
Oh. About that-
Perhaps, it wouldn't be a very good idea to tell me everything that happened. [He frowns and rubs his chin,] I don't know if my knowing about the future would jeopardize the plans that we had set in place. If something goes wrong because of that, we'd be returning to - I don't know what, but I don't think it would be pleasant.
LMFJSJ I am eyeing spades cuz I think that'd be the most fun for me, but we shall see!
I have no doubt about that, Akira. We worked hard to be able to pull the rug from underneath Akechi's feet. It would be a pity not to reap the rewards of looking cool.
[He too goes back to changing out of the dress pants and stylish, tight shoes and changes into more loose pants with worn black sneakers. Much better.]
it fits him well!! since he is so stubborn about staying true to himself c:
[. . . mmm. Akira manages a tight smile at Akechi's name, and for a moment, he considers spilling that bit of info. but then he decides against it (for the sake of not fucking with my thread timelines). with his suit discarded, he flops himself onto the nearest chair, hands links behind his head]
Yeah, we totally kicked his ass. [everything else that happened afterwards aside, their victory over Akechi had felt so good] And the asses of some other very important people after him.
listen, I needed a good excuse to have him act sexy and *very* dominant >.>;
[Yusuke sits down in the chair next to it, feeling much better now that he's out of the stuffy suit.
His eyes dart back to the painting of Shibuya- other important people, huh? Going against the grand schemer, puppetmaster- it was their end goal. To make sure everything was solved and tied up with a nice little bow.]
We were just helping you reclaim what was rightfully yours.
[Truth, justice and freedom.]
LEGIT, that's what the suits are for, from my understanding!!
[. . . uuuugh the pitter-patter in his chest when he hears that is so unfair. because truly, Akira loves his thieves so fucking much it almost aches. how could he be so lucky to have found his place among them?]
[Akira's grin softens as he ducks his head, bangs falling across his eyes. he lifts a hand to bashfully tug at them, fingers curling through the locks. an idle movement; Yusuke would have seen it before]
. . . you've done that and more for me. All of you.
[unfair. unfair!! cruel!!!]
One day, I'll find a way to repay you all.
all I wanna say is rip Akira (he missed Yusuke's nine-tailed fox edition)
[And the feeling is mutual. Yusuke's not sure, at this point, what Akira could ask for that he would say 'no' to. Okay, maybe one thing, but that's going to extremes. And if it's a life and death situation, sure, he'd give up painting as well.
He does recognize the movement, and knows a few other ticks and tricks he does (there's a difference between twirling a pencil between his fingers flawlessly for an entire minute and the pencil flying off to the other side of the room at first attempt).]
As I said. You deserve it.
[He looks around the room,]
Now, for your stay, I know the Hotel has given you a "room" to spend time in until they properly book you here, [he's actually dreading that- he's overjoyed to have him here because he's really, really missed him, but also- it's bringing Akira into the schemes and ploys of the Hotel] but I am certain it is nothing of the sort.
You can stay here for as long as you want. At any time.
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[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. . .
[. . . he likes to think that'd be true even if he did have a mark, too. he knows he's stubborn enough for it]
[either way, he doesn't push it beyond that. it's more like. . . a gentle reminder. so for now, Akira flashes his companion a grin as he gently pulls him out of the elevator]
You know I like a good scuffle every now and then. Bring it on.
[HE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T WISH FOR THAT]
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Mmm. Thanks.
[a tiny head tilt. he recognizes those cityscapes]
. . . do you miss home?
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[It was coy enough that Yusuke didn't catch it right off the bat to respond to it. He'll probably get it once he's in bed later, at 3 AM. It's how those things go.
They tried to ruin the painting as well! Can you imagine getting body paints and the entire pack being laced with aphrodisiacs!? It was a betrayal on a different level! The trials and tribulations of whether to use the paints or not- tossing out 'good' paint was PAINFUL.
He steps out of the closet (no pun intended), holding folded clothes in his hands (soft sweaters in dark colors, comfy pants, a belt if Akira needs it because Yusuke's taller than him, all good quality) and stops to stare at the painting Akira's looking at.]
I do... I've been here for around ten months now. I miss LeBlanc's coffee the most. Maybe I should paint it... [the interior of the small coffee shop, secluded from prying eyes. Yeah, that's a good subject for the next painting.]
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[it's fine, Akira is patient. he isn't in a rush for anything (doesn't really need anything to be more content than he is now), and he'd rather focus on making sure Yusuke feels happy and comfortable in his presence than anything else. they've hung out enough times that this is more than enough. it's just like the summer before last, where they spent time in a stuffy old cafe attic watching art DVDs and reading together!!]
[with a grateful nod, Akira takes the folded outfit and begins to lay it out on the bed in front of him. every so often his eyes trail back towards those paintings, just to admire the lines of every brushstroke]
You should. [paint it, he means] Do they let you roast and grind your own coffee beans, here?
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And he wishes he could go back right now to that attic and just do stupid, idle stuff, even if it's not related to painting (!!!). To think he'd miss so many ordinary things to feel sentimental about them and want to paint them; shows just how long he's been trapped here. By himself. (Akechi doesn't count! He's not a thief!)
He moves to put his own stuff on a nearby chair and starts changing out of the tight suit, rolling his shoulders back once he's out of the button-up shirt-]
Not really. Well, not on my grade. People that have "cards" of ten and above have access and more privilege to stuff. I am sure they have coffee grinders and everything one needs to roast and prepare good coffee.
I've been living, unfortunately, off of cheap coffee from chain shops. [It's not THAT bad, like Yusuke's trying to imply. But after being spoiled with LeBlanc's coffee, he's become a snob and everything pales compared to it.]
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[his fingers glide across the buttons of his own shirt, nose wrinkled as he considers this. no easy access to coffee beans and grinders, huh. . .]
That's a shame. [the lack of supplies and the cheap coffee] I wanted to make us a cup of Leblanc's special blend. [taps his temple!] The recipe is all up here.
[and a bit of comfortable nostalgia always warms the heart]
I'm so excited to see you reserved 8D!!!
His eyes glance over briefly, pondering if there is any other way to acquire the coffee grinder and cooker. He changes out of his shirt and gives a small, almost cocky smile.]
When there's will, there's a way. We do earn chips with excess cards we earn, [and knowing Akira, not having an immediate solution doesn't mean there is no solution.]
I am sure we will be able to think of something.
waaah I AM GLAD I was enticed by great TDM threads
[. . . also, that confident smile looks good on Yusuke. much better than the fear and worry form earlier. Akira's heart feels so soft in that moment, though. . . he has to force his own gaze away when his companion talks about chips and excess cards, because he does know the rules of the game they're playing]
[light pink blossoms on his cheeks, but he brushes it off as he tugs away the fancy button-up shirt and replaces it with another]
I'm pretty confident in our skills. Besides— [the cheek returns] — we've robbed a casino before, haven't we?
/MUCH VIBRATING/ we only need golden boy Ryuji now! also time shenanigans GO!
Like getting a small flush of his own in response to Akira's and turning to finish dressing because he's afraid his suit will act up to encourage things. Especially as a punishment since he made them ditch the games.]
That we did. [...] Well, we were in the middle of it when I arrived here. But I am certain it ended the way we planned.
[There's no way the fumbled that. Akira's too smart to let someone like Akechi fool him.]
oh my god akira is gonna die
Uh. . .
[just giving Fox a ??? look]
The casino heist was nine months ago???
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...]
...yes? That's how long I've been here. Well, [he frowns,] give or take.
[Surely time would move on without him back home and the guys would solve Sae's palace without him.
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The last time I saw you was literally the day before I got here. You were there when we finished the casino. And the cruise ship, the underground jail. . .
[. . .]
[he trails off, because it is occurring to him with a slow-dawning horror that if this is true. . .]
[. . . YUSUKE DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT MARUKI????]
Akira having existential crisis
And squints at him.
...is this Hotel messing with things again like it did with Akechi? Then again, even after months here, he still doesn't fully trust the guy regardless of... everything.]
No, I am not aware of those things. [But if Akira's here after all of that, then everything went well, right?
And no, he does not.]
But I have heard that the Hotel can have some influence over the timeline when deciding to bring people in here.
it's only the tdm and the whiplash of feelings he has had is astounding
[HIS HEAD HURTS. . .]
Okay. . . well.
I can confirm everything went as planned at the casino. But boy, do I have a lot to catch you up on.
I can't wait to see what suit Akira gets 8D Yusuke is... >:3 the sexy one (because I'm evil)
Oh. About that-
Perhaps, it wouldn't be a very good idea to tell me everything that happened. [He frowns and rubs his chin,] I don't know if my knowing about the future would jeopardize the plans that we had set in place. If something goes wrong because of that, we'd be returning to - I don't know what, but I don't think it would be pleasant.
LMFJSJ I am eyeing spades cuz I think that'd be the most fun for me, but we shall see!
But we were so cool Yusuke. . .
[. . . right he should continue changing. don't mind him as he shimmies out of his pants to put one the more comfy ones he was provided]
omg I have girl here that's spades, it's awesome 8D!
I have no doubt about that, Akira. We worked hard to be able to pull the rug from underneath Akechi's feet. It would be a pity not to reap the rewards of looking cool.
[He too goes back to changing out of the dress pants and stylish, tight shoes and changes into more loose pants with worn black sneakers. Much better.]
it fits him well!! since he is so stubborn about staying true to himself c:
Yeah, we totally kicked his ass. [everything else that happened afterwards aside, their victory over Akechi had felt so good] And the asses of some other very important people after him.
listen, I needed a good excuse to have him act sexy and *very* dominant >.>;
His eyes dart back to the painting of Shibuya- other important people, huh? Going against the grand schemer, puppetmaster- it was their end goal. To make sure everything was solved and tied up with a nice little bow.]
We were just helping you reclaim what was rightfully yours.
[Truth, justice and freedom.]
LEGIT, that's what the suits are for, from my understanding!!
[Akira's grin softens as he ducks his head, bangs falling across his eyes. he lifts a hand to bashfully tug at them, fingers curling through the locks. an idle movement; Yusuke would have seen it before]
. . . you've done that and more for me. All of you.
[unfair. unfair!! cruel!!!]
One day, I'll find a way to repay you all.
all I wanna say is rip Akira (he missed Yusuke's nine-tailed fox edition)
He does recognize the movement, and knows a few other ticks and tricks he does (there's a difference between twirling a pencil between his fingers flawlessly for an entire minute and the pencil flying off to the other side of the room at first attempt).]
As I said. You deserve it.
[He looks around the room,]
Now, for your stay, I know the Hotel has given you a "room" to spend time in until they properly book you here, [he's actually dreading that- he's overjoyed to have him here because he's really, really missed him, but also- it's bringing Akira into the schemes and ploys of the Hotel] but I am certain it is nothing of the sort.
You can stay here for as long as you want. At any time.
the 10% furry in him laments
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