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[The hot redness in Yosuke's face does nothing but spur Yu on, his own cheeks a little flushed as well as he sinks deep into the kiss, opening up to let his tongue press against the other boy's. It's messy, but good, and for a moment his only audible reaction to the question is a low, rumbling mmm.
When he pulls back to take a breath, he speaks his response between kisses.]
Why? You have a different kind of fun in mind?
[There's a hint of dare, of teasing, in his tone.]
When he pulls back to take a breath, he speaks his response between kisses.]
Why? You have a different kind of fun in mind?
[There's a hint of dare, of teasing, in his tone.]
[Yu holds back a grimace when she finally opens the door. Between the scowl and the red of her eyes, he can't help but feel for her -- he didn't realize the hayfever was that bad.]
You're welcome.
[The bag is much heavier than warranted by just a model kit and a box of allergy medicine. In fact, he starts taking it right to the kitchen.]
You have a kettle, right?
[He assumes so, but you never know. It'll make it easier to make the ginger tea he brought, because of course he did, he's got a bit of a mother hen vibe going on.]
You're welcome.
[The bag is much heavier than warranted by just a model kit and a box of allergy medicine. In fact, he starts taking it right to the kitchen.]
You have a kettle, right?
[He assumes so, but you never know. It'll make it easier to make the ginger tea he brought, because of course he did, he's got a bit of a mother hen vibe going on.]
[She'd been worse before. Now she'd spent most of the night hiding inside where there was less pollen, it'd done down. At least her eyes weren't slightly swollen now, even if they still itched.
She sniffed. Why'd she have this reaction now.]
I do. [Her kitchen was small. It couldn't even be called a kitchen really. It was one countertop, a sink and a hob. But there was a kettle, and... three tubs of different coffee nearby. The sole reason for the kettle.
Naoto was already attempting to beat him there. It was kinda hard when the place was so small though.]
What are you doing?
She sniffed. Why'd she have this reaction now.]
I do. [Her kitchen was small. It couldn't even be called a kitchen really. It was one countertop, a sink and a hob. But there was a kettle, and... three tubs of different coffee nearby. The sole reason for the kettle.
Naoto was already attempting to beat him there. It was kinda hard when the place was so small though.]
What are you doing?
Great.
If you stand me up, I'm lasering your ass to the next city over.
[This is not flirting okay.
But Scott will be in front of the diner in like ten minutes because he's already dressed and everything in his usual outfit. Honestly, everything would feel normal except for the fact he looks a little more grumpy and sullen. And worried.]
If you stand me up, I'm lasering your ass to the next city over.
[This is not flirting okay.
But Scott will be in front of the diner in like ten minutes because he's already dressed and everything in his usual outfit. Honestly, everything would feel normal except for the fact he looks a little more grumpy and sullen. And worried.]
[There's a joke there, hovering at the end of his fingertips, something about there are other body parts, you know, or something like that -- but he doesn't have it in him to commit to levity at the moment. He lets it go.]
Wouldn't dream of it. See you there.
[Yu is as punctual and meticulous as ever, arriving precisely on-time with barely a hair out of place, his expression carefully tailored toward neutral. The bruises have mostly faded, and there was never any point hiding them anyway, not after the tower. So he, too, is wearing a pretty average outfit, and waves as he catches sight of Scott outside of the diner.]
Sorry. I didn't keep you waiting, did I?
Wouldn't dream of it. See you there.
[Yu is as punctual and meticulous as ever, arriving precisely on-time with barely a hair out of place, his expression carefully tailored toward neutral. The bruises have mostly faded, and there was never any point hiding them anyway, not after the tower. So he, too, is wearing a pretty average outfit, and waves as he catches sight of Scott outside of the diner.]
Sorry. I didn't keep you waiting, did I?
[He nods, exhaling at the confirmation. A part of Izanami that was cut off, discarded... All of this creates more questions than what it answers. Why would Izanami have discarded her heart? Why doesn't Yu remember this person? Wouldn't Margaret have said something about her, at least...?]
...What happened to her? Marie, I mean.
...What happened to her? Marie, I mean.
[Longer strides outpace her a bit -- it can't be helped, when he's so much taller. But this is sort of just how he is; he cruises right in and doesn't necessarily make himself at home, really, he just...takes care of people. Unfortunately, it's in his nature.
He tilts his head at her as he puts the kettle on.]
Making tea.
[Isn't it obvious??]
He tilts his head at her as he puts the kettle on.]
Making tea.
[Isn't it obvious??]
[Guess he can always count on Yu for stuff like this.
Doesn't hide the relief though when his friend comes into view, giving him a little wave in return as he comes up to him. Although, seeing the more neutral, almost serious look on him... guess they both know what this really is about, huh? Still, it's not like he was entirely lying when he said that he wanted a burger. Something greasy and unhealthy sounds great.
Even though it probably won't mesh well with the stupid emotions churning in him. Whatever.]
No, but I'm hungry, so let's go.
[He'll just lead Yu in! And take a seat at a booth.] This place looked kind of cool, so thought about trying it. Almost reminds me of home.
Doesn't hide the relief though when his friend comes into view, giving him a little wave in return as he comes up to him. Although, seeing the more neutral, almost serious look on him... guess they both know what this really is about, huh? Still, it's not like he was entirely lying when he said that he wanted a burger. Something greasy and unhealthy sounds great.
Even though it probably won't mesh well with the stupid emotions churning in him. Whatever.]
No, but I'm hungry, so let's go.
[He'll just lead Yu in! And take a seat at a booth.] This place looked kind of cool, so thought about trying it. Almost reminds me of home.
[It really didn't help that she was a few seconds behind. The fever fogging up her brain.
He just got The Scowl.]
Shouldn't I be doing that. It's my home. [Excuse you Yu???]
He just got The Scowl.]
Shouldn't I be doing that. It's my home. [Excuse you Yu???]
[Well, that was a lighter topic. Naoto made a small noise.]
Oh, she works as Inaba's weather forecaster. It's was an easy career choice for her...given she can control the weather. [Talk about cheating.] Though I'm not sure how she got official work to begin with. Then again...Izanami did at the gas station, and no one has questioned Teddie working at Junes.
[Maybe Inaba was as lax as Aldrip.]
Oh, she works as Inaba's weather forecaster. It's was an easy career choice for her...given she can control the weather. [Talk about cheating.] Though I'm not sure how she got official work to begin with. Then again...Izanami did at the gas station, and no one has questioned Teddie working at Junes.
[Maybe Inaba was as lax as Aldrip.]
r u gonna tell me why that makes sense
or no
is she a hidden gf from home
or no
is she a hidden gf from home
r u sure
bc velvet room sounds kinda
u kno
like a sex kind of thing
did u bang her sis then
bc velvet room sounds kinda
u kno
like a sex kind of thing
did u bang her sis then
Edited (i added more LFGKHD) 2024-06-02 14:25 (UTC)
[His composure is manufactured; an ardent but fragile attempt to keep everything together. Other people have died, here. It's not as if Yu is the only one to experience something traumatic. So why can't he move on? Is it just because of Mikey? Because he was wrong about being able to manage the situation? ...was he wrong?
It's hard not to think about it, but he tries his best to shove it aside. Above all else, Yu just wants to be...okay. Seeming okay is a pale comparison for second, but he'll take that, too.]
It's probably closer to authentically American than anything we have back home, [he concedes with a bit of humor. Look, he knows that honkey tonk decor and hamburger steak cannot possibly be accurate to the United States. He sits opposite Scott in the booth and looks over the menu for a moment.] What do you recommend?
It's hard not to think about it, but he tries his best to shove it aside. Above all else, Yu just wants to be...okay. Seeming okay is a pale comparison for second, but he'll take that, too.]
It's probably closer to authentically American than anything we have back home, [he concedes with a bit of humor. Look, he knows that honkey tonk decor and hamburger steak cannot possibly be accurate to the United States. He sits opposite Scott in the booth and looks over the menu for a moment.] What do you recommend?
(fun thing about having spent many, many nights at lupin? knowing where sigma kept that blanket and pillow. mikey's in one of the backrooms, taking the nap of his damn life, considering how much he has eaten - nothing abnormal, it's almost routine to let mikey nap anywhere when he sees fit.
the black hair is as wild as it always has been once he wakes, a mess of poofy strands as he opens the door to find... absolutely no one. nothing. all lights are down, music is down -- if he had a dime for everytime this happened here, he'd have two whole ass dimes, which isn't much, but it says something that it happened twice.
well. vi can deal with the dent he leaves in the morning, he'll leave her a note with some cash - right now, he yawns as he comes into the kitchen, because, guess what, naps make him hungry as hell.)
Cake, cake, cake... If I were gangsta ass Vi, where would I hide the fucking cakes.
the black hair is as wild as it always has been once he wakes, a mess of poofy strands as he opens the door to find... absolutely no one. nothing. all lights are down, music is down -- if he had a dime for everytime this happened here, he'd have two whole ass dimes, which isn't much, but it says something that it happened twice.
well. vi can deal with the dent he leaves in the morning, he'll leave her a note with some cash - right now, he yawns as he comes into the kitchen, because, guess what, naps make him hungry as hell.)
Cake, cake, cake... If I were gangsta ass Vi, where would I hide the fucking cakes.
What, don't have a McDonald's in Japan?
[What happened to the Ronald McDonald fastfood empire? Bow down to the weirdass clown and his friends. But regardless, Scott takes a quick look through the menu, mostly just taking note of the must unhealthy shit listed. Luckily, he doesn't really have to look hard.]
Get the Aldrip Smokin' Burger. [Guess he'll order that too, sounds bad enough. And tasty.] Make sure you get fries with it. And a milkshake. Otherwise you're not getting the full experience. If it looks remotely healthy, you're doing it wrong.
[What happened to the Ronald McDonald fastfood empire? Bow down to the weirdass clown and his friends. But regardless, Scott takes a quick look through the menu, mostly just taking note of the must unhealthy shit listed. Luckily, he doesn't really have to look hard.]
Get the Aldrip Smokin' Burger. [Guess he'll order that too, sounds bad enough. And tasty.] Make sure you get fries with it. And a milkshake. Otherwise you're not getting the full experience. If it looks remotely healthy, you're doing it wrong.
Have you ever seen a Japanese McDonald's? [Said with the briefest exhale of chuckle.] Shrimp burgers and teriyaki chicken. There's a rice burger. It's not even close to the same thing.
[Seriously shit gets weird over there!!! Naturally, Yu has read up on foods from around the world, at least once or twice. The descriptions of American food sound totally out of another dimension, in some ways.
If it looks remotely healthy, you're doing it wrong. Yeah...that sounds about right.
Yu follows the advice gratefully, and just for good measure, orders the chocolate milkshake. That sounds pretty American. Honestly, having something like this to focus on is helping a lot more than he can say. Just being with a friend is already kind of relaxing.]
[Seriously shit gets weird over there!!! Naturally, Yu has read up on foods from around the world, at least once or twice. The descriptions of American food sound totally out of another dimension, in some ways.
If it looks remotely healthy, you're doing it wrong. Yeah...that sounds about right.
Yu follows the advice gratefully, and just for good measure, orders the chocolate milkshake. That sounds pretty American. Honestly, having something like this to focus on is helping a lot more than he can say. Just being with a friend is already kind of relaxing.]
[Scott just looks mortified.]
No that's not even remotely the same thing! [He's actually looking a little offended here. Shrimp burgers?? Instead of good ol' American hamburgers?? What has Japan done? So much for spreading American food everywhere. And now he's not eating a shrimp burger ever, just out of spite.]
Okay, you're getting an extra patty now, just for making me hear that. The Double Aldrip Burger. [Yu's going to die a second death at this rate.
But once they settle and put in their orders, with Scott ordering a salted caramel milkshake for himself, the former ease that's been surrounding the booth almost tangibly shifts. The mutant's expression changes, flickering to something solemn, as he idly pokes at a mustard packet nearby.]
...You know, I really wanted to eat here. [Because they both know that Scott mostly dragged Yu out to talk about shit, but.]
No that's not even remotely the same thing! [He's actually looking a little offended here. Shrimp burgers?? Instead of good ol' American hamburgers?? What has Japan done? So much for spreading American food everywhere. And now he's not eating a shrimp burger ever, just out of spite.]
Okay, you're getting an extra patty now, just for making me hear that. The Double Aldrip Burger. [Yu's going to die a second death at this rate.
But once they settle and put in their orders, with Scott ordering a salted caramel milkshake for himself, the former ease that's been surrounding the booth almost tangibly shifts. The mutant's expression changes, flickering to something solemn, as he idly pokes at a mustard packet nearby.]
...You know, I really wanted to eat here. [Because they both know that Scott mostly dragged Yu out to talk about shit, but.]
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