♕ act two ▬ {closed;▸mahiro▸yoshino▸aika}
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Yoshino didn't have the door to his own apartment unlocked for even two seconds before Mahiro was pushing him aside and marching into the room first. Upon arriving at their destination, the haughty blonde took the lead forcefully, even if it wasn't his place - nor was it even his sister's place, whom he at least shared familial ties. No, it was simply his own entitlement over his 'best friend', taking reign over Yoshino's living quarters. An unimpressed huff escaped from Mahiro's lips as crimson eyes scanned over the small living space. It wasn't much different to his own; yet somehow, he still found it in him to examine and judge each corner. The manner in which he observed seemed almost as if he deemed it unworthy - even though he was making quick work of getting comfortable. Without stepping too far into the main room, he was already undoing his coat, carelessly dropping it on the floor by the door as if he expected someone else to pick it up.
The threesome had chosen this location to settle down for the time being, while they tried to figure things out. 'Things' pertaining to the reoccurrence of Aika's life, and what they should do with this new city they were forcibly given. When Mahiro had first awoken to this place, all that was uttered from his lips were claims of a quick escape, even defeating this system if he had to. Now, that idea hadn't even been brought up once. Not since her; the woman in question whom he pretended he wasn't constantly taking subtle glances her way as if to assure himself she was still real. Even with his back to Yoshino and Aika as it was now, he couldn't help but pay attention to each noise behind him - as if should his senses ignore her for even an instant, she might vanish in a puff of smoke.
Because of her - Mahiro had proclaimed - they had to weigh their decisions and actions carefully. Everything had to be catered to keeping Aika safe, even if that meant never letting her leave his sight; an overprotective brother at his worst. Yoshino's place was the safest of all of their homes - and so, the siblings had come to invade his quarters. Luckily it seemed absent of Yoshino's roommates at the moment, who might have been otherwise appalled by Mahiro's actions. Sauntering across the entryway and deeper into the apartment, his attention seemed distracted at first, as if surveying the land; until finally, without warning or addressing anything the other two might have said about his actions, he spoke.
"... Cramming us into such small cages, taking our things, limiting our powers... heh, these scientists couldn't be more careful. At least they're not cocky... Say, Yoshino, what was it you were onto back there, when you said you had things you wanted to check out?" Reviving a conversation from not too long ago, and efforts the pair had been taking before Aika had come back into their lives, the male spoke casually, with the faintest dangerous note of curiosity. One of his hands traced fingers along the wall idly against his movements. "They said we could get our things back depending on our actions, right? A social experiment, huh? ... So, what should we do? Explore as far as we can? Cause a little bit of chaos? Under these restrictions, push ourselves to our absolute limits? You think that would impress them?" A low, throaty chuckle resounded from deep within him. "I wonder if we can figure out their game before they give it to us. I like your idea, Yoshino. ... Though, I wonder what in the world they'd give you, Aika. Would it be very fair if only we obtained prizes?" This time, the laugh was a bit more genuine, though no less concerning; there was some sort of fire within him that sought to tear this whole thing down and unveil everything. He hardly enjoyed being caged; so simply, the answer must have been to destroy the bars himself and take back what was rightfully his.
Suddenly, Mahiro paused. His fingers had made it to the end of the wall; curiously, his head cocked to the side, peeking into the door beyond him, revealing the small kitchen suite. As his hand slipped from the place it had been tracing, it was as if a light bulb had gone off on his head. He rounded the corner and entered the small room, wandering to the furthest point, by the stove. Instead of doing anything useful, however, he used his palms to hoist himself up to sit on the counter, head leaning against one of the cupboards above him. He casually stretched there, obnoxiously making a throne out of whatever was available, and then in equally arrogant fashion, clicked the heel of his boots loudly against the cabinet doors behind them.
".... oooooiiii, Yoshino,"Â that ever so familiar drawl came from the kitchen, calling loud enough that the whole apartment would hear. "I'm starving. Cook something." It was followed by another laugh. "Heh, or would your girlfriend get pissed at you for cooking for another girl? ... I guess Aika probably doesn't count, huh?"
Rude, and oblivious, didn't even begin to describe it.
