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❁ | Her hair’s a mess, and Yuzu was doing everything she can to comb it nicely. Once that’s done, she quickly wrings it into a ponytail. Upon hearing the doorbell ring in the apartment, it seems that the redhead has to open the door herself. Kazuya Minegishi isn’t in right now, so she’s alone for the time being. Quickly, she bolts out of her room, with her trademark bandana still atop of her head.

"Yes? I’m coming!"

That was weird. His new roommate certainly sounded a lot like a good friend of his... It seemed as if Yuzu was plaguing his mind as of late. The girl that helped him at the bus stop had an uncanny resemblance to her and apparently the person he was living with had nearly a pitch of voice nearly identical to hers. Either that bus ride was very long and ebbed away at his sanity, or he really just hadn't seen Yuzu in that long. He glances down at his phone to shoot Kazuya a text message. He knew that he was here at least -- he stayed behind while Atsuro went back to Tokyo for a couple of months. He at least deserved a notice when Atsuro came back, especially when he didn't give him an exact date when he'd be arriving. What was that guy up to, anyway? Probably still doing classes, no doub-- "Atsuro...?" Cat-like eyes all but shoot upwards at the sound of his name being called by that particular voice. He practically drops his phone in surprise, but he instead just fumbles with it, making "ah!" noises along the way, before clumsily stuffing the device back into his pants pocket. 

Twiddling her thumbs, Minako walked past little stores and cafes to everything around her, paying close attention to everything. She realized that once you took a close attention to everything around, things will some reveal something quite differently than she’s quite use to before. It was a nice thought. Walking past a few more places, she came across the city bus stop and pulled out her hands to blow on them.

I’m just so restless lately…

And maybe it was that thirst for more excitement that led him outside. (Although one would think Ren had had enough of it to last him a lifetime, given the whole fiasco with Ibuki.)

It was then that a stranger addressed him—probably someone a few years older than he was, and an unfamiliar face. A new citizen?

Well, he could always start off the holiday season by being a good Samaritan.

"Ooh, Daisy?"

"Actually, I live there! It’s over that way. Let’s go right now!"

He took the stranger’s arm and began pulling him along—not that it was much needed, but Ren could be rather overzealous.

Albatross: Not the best of psychological metaphors, huh? Does your muse have something they once or still do see as a curse in their lives? Have they tried to get rid of it and if not, would they?

Chicken: Fears tend to grasp at us every now and then, but what makes your muse bu-bu-buuuck like a chicken and run away?

Eagle: Boasting some of the most impressive wings in the bird family, the eagle is a noble creature, but what does your muse think is their most impressive trait? If they even have one.

Flamingo: Flamboyance! Just how sociable is your muse? Do they do better in flocks—ahem, crowds or are they the least gregarious person ever? Tell us what led to your muse being either a social butterfly or a loner.

Hummingbird: Known as one of the birds that can fly backwards, it’s a wonder on whether or not that’s an advantage. If your muse could travel back in time, what would they change - or more importantly, would they take up the chance?

Kiwi: Talk about turning a blind eye. How does your muse react to witnessing someone in danger or in need of help? Are they the type to fret over it but not do a thing out of fear, or will they step in immediately? A mix of both? Let us know!

Ostrich: Has your muse ever stuck their head in the ground about a certain subject? Have they blocked out the whole world just because of it? Or maybe something they simply do not want to talk about.

Owl: How does your muse view their surroundings? Are they completely one dimensional and only see it from one point of view, or do they tend to look all around them at every angle? Does that perhaps affect their overall decision making?

Parakeet: When you buy a pet bird, most people will tell you that it’s better to buy them in pairs. Does your muse have someone they regard as their ‘partner’ or pair up with the most? Be as vague as you like.

Pelican: Oh my word, look at that large mouth. It doesn’t look so big at first, huh? Does the same go for your muse? Do they have a secret hidden talent or fault that they don’t show on the outside? On what occasions does it show?

Penguin: Penguins can’t fly, but they’re excellent swimmers. Name something your muse has been insecure about in the past due to feeling perhaps left out or inadequate. Tell us how they got over it and found something they were good at!

Rooster: Wakey-wakey! Describe your muse’s morning routine - are they the type to get up on the dot, or do they hit the alarm clock across the room and pretend nothing woke them up? How do they go about getting their day started?

Scarlet Macaw: Oh, those colours go just grand together, darling! Let’s know about your muse’s fashion sense, if they have any at all. Are they absolutely awful at keeping up with the trends or do they pay attention to the fashionistas of the world?

Swan: Does your muse believe in true love, in the prospect of finding that one partner who is destined for them until the day they die? If not, how come? If so, do they have anyone in mind?

Dove: Free-range question!

Message me any of these for some anon magic!

Bikini: It is hot in here or is that just me? For the next 3 hours, your muse will take one piece of clothing off each time someone calls their name.

Boots: Licking someone’s boots, now are we? Just for today, your muse will do anything to please mine.

Bow Tie: You think you’re a good liar? For 4 hours your muse can’t help but be a compulsive liar! Even if they try to tell the truth, it will all end up in lies.

Coat: Everyone knows wearing a long black coat makes you at least three times cooler. Have your muse wear one and act like the lone-wolf, mysterious, ‘white-haired’ character for the rest of the day. (If your muse already is said character, have them running around being all happy go lucky instead.)

Corset: How do you breathe while wearing a corset? You don’t. For the next 4 hours, your muse will find it difficult to breathe around mine.

Gloves: The gloves are off! Your muse and mine are having a heated argument. The reason for this fight seems to be the suspicious disappearance of the last cookie.

Hoody: Nothing more comfortable to wear than a hoodie. Your muse is having a lazy day and will avoid all and any responsibilities.

Jeans: You could swear you fit into those jeans the last time you tried them on. Have your muse wonder if they’ve eaten too much cake lately or if their clothing has shrunk in the washing machine.

Socks: Where, oh where could the other sock be? Your muse has lost something important and is looking for it with all their might.

Scarf: Isn’t sharing a scarf in winter the best? Make your muse share their most treasured possession with mine. 

T-Shirt: Some T-shirts have the most ridiculous things on them. Just for today, your muse will be wearing a T-shirt saying “(anon’s choice)”. If anon suggested nothing, then the shirt will say: “I ♥ The Mayor”.

Tie: If a tie doesn’t make you look professional, nothing will. For the next 2 hours, your muse knows everything there is to know about one specific thing. Sender chooses!

Underwear: Show your true self! For the next 3 hours, you can’t help but tell people anything about yourself, how random the facts may be. When people ask you things, you will always answer too!

Wedding Dress: Where did that ring come from? Just for today, your muse will be a 100% convinced they are married to mine. 

Fabric: Free magic!anon!

“I suppose so.  It’s more interesting how no one knew about them until just now though, huh?”  Yeah, he knew those JP’s things, even though he was just a “scouter”.  How he was supposed to scout people for a secret organization was still a mystery.. Probably one of those seven mysteries at the gate.

Sure, Ryoji had planned to make the trek with his housemates, but there were things not worth waiting for.. Sorry Foxglove 2.

At the comment on how long the other had been staying here, Atsuro angles himself towards him more to get a better look at his face. Now that he mentioned it, he hadn't seen this guy around much at all, not even on the sidewalks, so he really couldn't have been here that long.

Not that he, or his mun, know AAANNNYYYTTTHHHIIINNGGG about tcdf or what goes on behind those doors, but this strapping young lad has also heard the news.  He actually heard it like 4 days ago but was preoccupied talking to his new housemates about it to actually explore it… But he’s sure TCDF solved that last mystery I think.

"It's hard not to, isn't it? I mean, with all the hubbub about it and all," comes the reply. It's part of his job, anyways, as both a TCDF member and JP's employee, even if the former just had him delivering mail or getting donuts. Still.

Their feet crunch along the path towards the gate, a few people ahead of them, some behind. The gate sure was attracting a lot of attention.

Reminding himself to shut the door behind himself, he paused, pressing his lips together as he calculated what to say. He tilted his head up to look at the ceiling, then turned his face to look at the wall, and then glanced back to Atsuro, stalling to buy time. Once his gaze was finally on the other completely, he shook his head.

That's as much as Atsuro gets out by the time the other boy meanders over to the kitchen and rummages through C-ta's fridge like nobody's business. Unsure of what to do, he sits up, the pillow propping up his legs falling with a dull thwump onto the floor.

Peering at the door, then to the boy's back, he can't help but feel as if he wasn't supposed to be here. He didn't even introduce himself, did he? And as far as Atsuro knew, C-ta never mentioned getting a new roommate these past few weeks, either. He swings his legs over the edge of the couch and pushes himself to his feet, nervous toes wiggling between the carpet threads. Hopefully this guy wasn't a serial killer.

Clearing his throat behind a closed fist, he straightens himself up and takes a step towards the kitchen. "So," he tries again, "are you- um. New around here? Or something?"

An attempt at sounding more confident is made, but it falls short as Atsuro really just... doesn't have a clue who this guy even is.

“Myself? ..”  The fact was that she was very content where she was.  Naoto had been a bit uneasy about fully affiliated herself with a group such as the defense force or even JP’s at the time— she’d always worked as a independent “for-hire” detective.  Yet, it seemed as though many of her worries had been quickly abolished, as she was free to move about as she wished within both organizations— a freedom she’d never gotten previously.  If nothing else, she was probably the most content yet where she was now.

Of course, there was no way Naoto would fall so far as to act so childishly in front of anyone. ”Both places are certainly filled with vastly different people from different backgrounds. ..There certainly is plenty to like, don’t you think?”

"It's amazing, right? How so many different kinds of people get together to work in this sort of thing. Different backgrounds, different personalities -- so it just doesn't get boring around here, haha!

"Although, the stuff we have to deal with can be a little much sometimes. Both here and, y'know, there. Even if I'm just an errand boy and don't see whatever you guys do here at the Defense Force, the other place sure has me doing a lot of stuff," he admits under his breath.

The somber turn in conversation doesn't slip by Atsuro, and he's quick to raise his head higher and hop off the table with a little jump in his step.

One of the Seven Mysteries of the World: just how many times can one guy break into the same apartment just as easily as the first time? Despite locks being changed or replaced, there truly seemed as if there was no way to stop him from accomplishing what he wanted, and Akama was proud of this fact. Proud that he could continuously break into a single apartment— ah, wait, that sounded kind of wrong. He wasn’t a criminal… He was just.. letting himself in, not “breaking in.” Right.

Anyway, it was just as easy now as it was all of the other times, and after fiddling with the lock long enough to hear the familiar click of the door now being able to open, he was sure to just “let himself in.” 

With everything going so casually, he would have assumed that nothing could have gone wrong, but this was stupid of him. He looked up as soon as he passed the doorway, beginning to head towards the kitchen, and— oh. Wait, who was that guy on the couch.

As routine as the procedure was, though, the common "break-in" Akama liked to do wasn't something Atsuro had been faced with before. Well, of course, until right now.

The programmer looks up from the DS he had been tapping on, his voice ready to offer a "welcome back" to C-ta, before the words catch in his throat and squeak out a choked "uh?"

Well. That wasn't C-ta.

Common sense would tell a person, "Hey, you should probably call the cops" or "Get something to defend yourself with!" but sometimes Atsuro just lacked that little voice inside him. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. The two just keep their gazes locked.

After a few uncomfortable seconds, Atsuro says, rather stupidly: