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murdertalk) wrote in kittybox2017-04-27 11:16 am
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[He really couldn't believe he was doing this. A few of the guys at the bar apparently overheard his conversation with Kaoru about planning a dinner for his (Munehisa's) upcoming birthday and decided to pitch in to give him a birthday present.
That present being a VIP voucher for a new "maid and butler" service. Because apparently he wasn't getting laid enough and this was cleaner than hiring him a prostitute.
Also kept him from having to come out to the guys, but that wasn't important. What was important was that here he was, using the apartment above his shop to hire a "butler" to come "take care of him". The guy on the phone promised he'd send their most discreet young man before going into everything their VIP service provided. Iwai didn't pay too much attention.
But here he sits, waiting. For his butler.]
That present being a VIP voucher for a new "maid and butler" service. Because apparently he wasn't getting laid enough and this was cleaner than hiring him a prostitute.
Also kept him from having to come out to the guys, but that wasn't important. What was important was that here he was, using the apartment above his shop to hire a "butler" to come "take care of him". The guy on the phone promised he'd send their most discreet young man before going into everything their VIP service provided. Iwai didn't pay too much attention.
But here he sits, waiting. For his butler.]
[ it's been five years.
a lot has happened in five years. a lot. and yet, nothing at all. nothing at all feels like it's changed as he blinks open his eyes and finds himself in a very familiar town center, fountain bubbling and the very unique scent of something he's never been able to pick out. it's all so familiar and it feels like yesterday that he was here.
he groans, sitting up, rubbing at the back of his neck. the sun is bright and with his recent escapades back home, the sun is definitely a much-welcomed warmth. even, you know, if he's one of those vampire things. he'll survive. ]
...Talk about deva-ju. [ he hasn't gotten up from the ground, leaning back against the fountain, dragging his hand back through his hair. he doesn't even need to look in his coat pocket to know the familiar weight of his dreamberry. he doesn't even need to close his eyes and think. it's second-nature here. everything. ]
a lot has happened in five years. a lot. and yet, nothing at all. nothing at all feels like it's changed as he blinks open his eyes and finds himself in a very familiar town center, fountain bubbling and the very unique scent of something he's never been able to pick out. it's all so familiar and it feels like yesterday that he was here.
he groans, sitting up, rubbing at the back of his neck. the sun is bright and with his recent escapades back home, the sun is definitely a much-welcomed warmth. even, you know, if he's one of those vampire things. he'll survive. ]
...Talk about deva-ju. [ he hasn't gotten up from the ground, leaning back against the fountain, dragging his hand back through his hair. he doesn't even need to look in his coat pocket to know the familiar weight of his dreamberry. he doesn't even need to close his eyes and think. it's second-nature here. everything. ]
Edited (CAN WE STOP AUTO-CORRECT?) 2017-05-03 02:25 (UTC)
[ < Good night, have a nice dream. > How many times has she said those worlds in her world, in her real life? And yet, the flippant farewell was never a reference to that one, massive dream, the world she'd forgotten about the second she'd left it...
... And yet. Ange blinks, and she knows immediately that she is somewhere else. This isn't her imagination, or Beatrice's game board, but a place she'd long forgotten. She stands in the midst of it, breathing deep, eyes closing again with the belief that, when she opened them, she would again be in the real world. But, when that happens, her environment is the same. It's that place, that dream world, from - five years ago.
Nearby, the familiar fountain bubbled, but it isn't exactly what's capturing her attention as her gaze sweeps the area. Ange stops, eyes widening, as she spots a figure sitting against its base, form - painfully familiar, all of a sudden. ]
Simon. [ Ange breathes, attaching no honorifics, of course, with the familiarity she remembers between them. If this really is just a dream, then it's a cruel one. ]
... And yet. Ange blinks, and she knows immediately that she is somewhere else. This isn't her imagination, or Beatrice's game board, but a place she'd long forgotten. She stands in the midst of it, breathing deep, eyes closing again with the belief that, when she opened them, she would again be in the real world. But, when that happens, her environment is the same. It's that place, that dream world, from - five years ago.
Nearby, the familiar fountain bubbled, but it isn't exactly what's capturing her attention as her gaze sweeps the area. Ange stops, eyes widening, as she spots a figure sitting against its base, form - painfully familiar, all of a sudden. ]
Simon. [ Ange breathes, attaching no honorifics, of course, with the familiarity she remembers between them. If this really is just a dream, then it's a cruel one. ]
[So, the Phantom Thief hangouts and all have become a regular thing, and Sojiro has hopefully gotten used to the crowd of kids plotting incredibly illegal things in his shop. And hey, even Futaba's there, joining in the planning heists, and if that involves occasionally breaking into important private political databases, that can't be helped, right?
On the other hand, Futaba's been socializing mostly well, except for with Makoto. Whenever they start talking one-on-one, Futaba mostly just turns red and starts being totally unable to form a coherent sentence. There's been at least one instance of a full-blown horror movie-esque wide-eyed silent stare for far too long.a
Basically she's really bad at crushes, and the only reason she hasn't been busted yet is because Makoto is incredibly oblivious.
She's now hiding behind the counter and peeking up to see if anyone's coming into the store, but no one else is there, so now's probably prime time to help her.]
On the other hand, Futaba's been socializing mostly well, except for with Makoto. Whenever they start talking one-on-one, Futaba mostly just turns red and starts being totally unable to form a coherent sentence. There's been at least one instance of a full-blown horror movie-esque wide-eyed silent stare for far too long.a
Basically she's really bad at crushes, and the only reason she hasn't been busted yet is because Makoto is incredibly oblivious.
She's now hiding behind the counter and peeking up to see if anyone's coming into the store, but no one else is there, so now's probably prime time to help her.]
[ he isn't dumb. mostly because he's had his fair share of crushes and romance in his long life. that, and futaba is fairly obvious.
still, he hasn't questioned her about it yet. he's just glad that she's bonding with kids her age, albeit in a very dangerous and illegal way. but what does he know? he has his own flaws, too, and it's a miracle she's coming out of that room and seeing the world. so he'll take the good with the bad.
but he can't help the strangely paternal instincts that kick into overdrive when he sees futaba acting nervous. ]
I'm sure whoever you're hiding from is going to text you before they show up, you know.
still, he hasn't questioned her about it yet. he's just glad that she's bonding with kids her age, albeit in a very dangerous and illegal way. but what does he know? he has his own flaws, too, and it's a miracle she's coming out of that room and seeing the world. so he'll take the good with the bad.
but he can't help the strangely paternal instincts that kick into overdrive when he sees futaba acting nervous. ]
I'm sure whoever you're hiding from is going to text you before they show up, you know.
[She outright squeaks in alarm when he speaks up.]
I- I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not hiding from anyone!
[this would be a lot more convincing if she was not in fact hiding behind the counter as she said that.]
I- I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not hiding from anyone!
[this would be a lot more convincing if she was not in fact hiding behind the counter as she said that.]
[she makes a face, sticking out her tongue in disgust.]
Absolutely not. If he was coming over, I'd be standing out front and waiting for him so I could demand he replace my beautiful Featherman figures!
Absolutely not. If he was coming over, I'd be standing out front and waiting for him so I could demand he replace my beautiful Featherman figures!
[ .... those figurines. sighs.
he shakes his head and begins drying a mug, pretending to feign a lack of interest. really, he's your typical dad that shouldn't be curious but is. ]
Don't tell me it's that other boy.... [ ryuji doesn't even get a name. he'd say the loud one, but that'd just be rude!!! ]
he shakes his head and begins drying a mug, pretending to feign a lack of interest. really, he's your typical dad that shouldn't be curious but is. ]
Don't tell me it's that other boy.... [ ryuji doesn't even get a name. he'd say the loud one, but that'd just be rude!!! ]
Ryuji? I think he and Akira are out on a date...
[so that answers one question
and raises several more.]
[so that answers one question
and raises several more.]
[ ........
what.
???? ]
...Huh. Good for them, I guess. [ he doesn't get it at all, but whatever as long as akira is happy. he's grown attached to the delinquent and it's nice to see him expanding his worldview. even if it's the loud-guy. ]
Who is it, then?
what.
???? ]
...Huh. Good for them, I guess. [ he doesn't get it at all, but whatever as long as akira is happy. he's grown attached to the delinquent and it's nice to see him expanding his worldview. even if it's the loud-guy. ]
Who is it, then?
Whawhawhawhat makes you so sure there is someone?! I don't know what you're talking about!
[someone please tell her how obvious she is.]
[someone please tell her how obvious she is.]
I won't.
[... she sighs a bit and looks down.]
Even if, hypothetically, maybe there was someone, nothing would ever come of it, so it's kind of pointless anyway...
[... she sighs a bit and looks down.]
Even if, hypothetically, maybe there was someone, nothing would ever come of it, so it's kind of pointless anyway...
... Yeah, me neither.
[She probably shouldn't admit it so bluntly, but no. Half a year ago, she thought she was going to die.
But that is not where she wants her mind to go right now.]
But I dunno how to get Makoto's attention like that...
[She probably shouldn't admit it so bluntly, but no. Half a year ago, she thought she was going to die.
But that is not where she wants her mind to go right now.]
But I dunno how to get Makoto's attention like that...
[SUP, BOSS]
[it's pretty late when Akira makes it home that evening, although at least it's no later than usual. he's a bit surprised to see Sojiro still at Leblanc when he slips through the door, but it's not like he minds. the cafe feels more like home the less empty it is]
Hey, Boss.
[he greets with a wave as he slides his bag off his shoulder and drops it in a nearby booth seat]
Are there any leftover curry ingredients in the fridge? I was thinking of making some tonight.
[little does he know. . .]
[it's pretty late when Akira makes it home that evening, although at least it's no later than usual. he's a bit surprised to see Sojiro still at Leblanc when he slips through the door, but it's not like he minds. the cafe feels more like home the less empty it is]
Hey, Boss.
[he greets with a wave as he slides his bag off his shoulder and drops it in a nearby booth seat]
Are there any leftover curry ingredients in the fridge? I was thinking of making some tonight.
[little does he know. . .]
[ his mind is a bit frazzled, especially after learning that his previously shut-in daughter now has a full-fledged crush. then, he learned that his little delinquent is on a date with the loud-guy with the bad reputation. what did he deserve to be plagued with these lovestruck teenagers? sigh.
he doesn't look up from the dishes he's drying, even as he says: ]
How was your date?
[ STONECOLD ]
he doesn't look up from the dishes he's drying, even as he says: ]
How was your date?
[ STONECOLD ]
That's right.
[she aims high, if nothing else.]
[she aims high, if nothing else.]
[IMMEDIATELY bangs his head on the top part of the fridge, which he was peering into when Sojiro asked that question]
[GRACEFUL]
[GRACEFUL]
[rubs. the top of his head and turns around to stare at Boss like a deer caught in headlights. welcome to being a dad of teenagers!!]
W. . . what?
W. . . what?
[ it's been quite the length of time for isabelle too, though she doesn't remember everything quite as well as simon does. perhaps that's for the best, though; perhaps it's better that she settle for the sense of realisation that she's been here, done this, got the t-shirt and rocked it with six-inch heels. that's the important part to note.
[ she knows she's been here for ages - or that she had been, once upon a time; she really isn't sure how much of it has changed or if her muscle memory will fail her and leave her high and dry. she's hoping not. she's hoping that living here again will be like nothing, just another little vacation in the grand scheme of things.
[ (and somewhere in the back of her mind, isabelle hopes that things go better this time around.)
[ after regaining her bearings, she merely settles in at the fountain, letting the soft rush of water soothe her slightly frazzled nerves. it occurs to her that she's probably here without her brothers, and doable as that is, she rarely wants to. it doesn't occur to her that she might not be alone, though; it especially doesn't occur to her that simon's literally right there on the other side of the fountain, not until she hears his voice.
[ she turns a little, twisting towards the voice, swallowing thickly with the hope that he knows and remembers her, rather than something else entirely. ] Simon?
[ she knows she's been here for ages - or that she had been, once upon a time; she really isn't sure how much of it has changed or if her muscle memory will fail her and leave her high and dry. she's hoping not. she's hoping that living here again will be like nothing, just another little vacation in the grand scheme of things.
[ (and somewhere in the back of her mind, isabelle hopes that things go better this time around.)
[ after regaining her bearings, she merely settles in at the fountain, letting the soft rush of water soothe her slightly frazzled nerves. it occurs to her that she's probably here without her brothers, and doable as that is, she rarely wants to. it doesn't occur to her that she might not be alone, though; it especially doesn't occur to her that simon's literally right there on the other side of the fountain, not until she hears his voice.
[ she turns a little, twisting towards the voice, swallowing thickly with the hope that he knows and remembers her, rather than something else entirely. ] Simon?
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