#champagnecall

It’s all blurry. How he’d wobbled his way here.  How someone grabbed his arm and dragged him into the club for ‘some refreshments’, as they put it. How they tried talking until he became unresponsive after just few glasses.

All the gold, silvery trinkets and glitter is flaring up his migraine and... Perhaps is the alcohol. The way his thoughts are spun back to Japan, to the nomikai’s and such. Where the boss will harrass you to drink or where you pour his glass until he can no longer drink. 

“ Hm? “

Seiichirou turns, squinting as he looks at the one that just tapped his shoulder. Stuck in the memorylane he grabs the sake bottle.

In hindsight, maybe wandering around until they found a way home wasn’t the best idea.

 Glancing around the plaza she now stood in, Moon became suddenly aware of the fact that she did not know the way out of here, nor the way back to the dumb apartment they put her in. Boy, was this going bad- and she was getting pretty hungry! They decided on a new plan: Find somewhere to eat, then get back to the apartment and brainstorm. 

It had been a rather exciting day, by Che’nya’s standard. Waking up in a new land, surrounded by new faces, with new sights and sounds to take in. It was enough to have his ears twitching with excitement! But by now, he’d done enough wandering and wondering and was just about ready to do some napping instead. 

The pamphlet he’d found in that car lead him to an apartment building - it seemed arrangements had been made for him. How curious. And it seemed that he would not be living alone!

When he arrived at the apartment, it was empty. Perhaps his new roommate had yet to arrive. That was just perfect to Che’nya. What better way to introduce yourself to someone than with a little surprise? His usual method was out the window - try as he might, he couldn’t levitate himself or turn invisible, something he’d deal with later, so instead, he waited patiently until he heard the sound of the door opening, then dived behind the couch.

He let the newcomer enter the room then, with a smirk on his face, popped out from his hiding place

the lie comes to quickly, perhaps too quickly. if anything, such a quick admission brings to light an even stronger sense of guilt and falsehood. stomach seems to speak of other matters, the PAIN slipping out in the form of a loud and prevalent groan. kiyotaka averts his gaze, hands twisting together in knots. not for a second does it matter how deeply the other's concern runs — an idle comment or something more? kiyotaka is known to overexaggerate, to see pressing matters where there's nothing but thin air instead, and this may as well be NO EXCEPTION.

❝you didn't hear that. i - i PROMISE that i'm fine! just a few days spent studying too much! that's all there is to it!❞ a clenched fist to follow, determination upon his tongue hopefully to reassure in nature. it would be SHAMEFUL to snivel and beg. so instead, jaw clenches tight, a shake of the head. ❝pardon me, i did not intend you to witness such a shameful outburst!❞

Ramuda’s day hasn’t been that notable or exciting. It’s mostly been bothering what few people he knows in Spirale and getting some super cute outfits for him to wear out, especially now that it’s a bit cold. There’s one jacket he just purchased that has this really cute trim, embroidered with pink hearts and woven with blue and purple threads that remind him of Dice’s hair and Gentaro’s usual outfit.

He holds that jacket in his hands now. It’s been a long time since he’s seen either of them, and he doesn’t want to admit he misses them. His eyes narrow as his index runs along the even lines that the machine has sewn, and before he can get too lost in thought he tosses it to the foot of his bed and pulls out his phone.

There has to be someone he can talk to or bother or go shopping with. He’s not really made friends so much as people he tolerates -- still, he scrolls aimlessly through the ever-updating contact list that the Stars keep altering. Whenever someone comes here, their contact seems to be sent right to his phone; he’s not sure if he likes anyone being able to text him at a moment’s notice.

He sighs, and flicks the contact list up quickly. It slows, stops, and his eyes narrow as he sees a name he recognizes:

Hifumi Izanami.

He doesn’t think. Bringing up a new text message he begins his conversation with the Matenrou member and doesn’t bother masking his outward irritation at his arrival in Spirale. After all, he’s alone, and Hifumi has no way of seeing how much this affects him -- any facial expressions belong to him and him alone.

[ TO: ] Hifumi Izanami [ FROM: ] Ramuda Amemura

Dropped for you!

                       “ ... h-hifumi...? ”

                        the name fell from his lips almost automatically the moment he saw the bright sun that was hifumi through the crowd. doppo, the usually well mannered man, was shoving people out of his way as he tried to make his way to his friend. ...well, he was apologizing profusely while doing so. 

                      “ w-wait! hifumi! wait up! ”

                        he could only hope that they heard him. and that people would get out of the way so he could reunite with her. all of this would be a lot easier, a lot more bearable if he truly got to see hifumi again. it was hard living without him, but not in the way one would think. yes, having hifumi to help around the house was nice. but, it was the presence of hifumi that doppo needed.