#foolspromenade

To be blunt, it looks like the artist isn’t in Tokyo anymore.

Is this a dream? Had he dozed off on the train? It seems like the most plausible answer, then again he’s seen enough to believe anything at this point. Yuusuke pulls out his phone, checking for any telltale signs of dreaming or the metaverse being involved...but the screen won’t even turn on. What to make of that...?

Humming in a slightly frustrated manner, the artist looks at the rough path before him. There’s really nowhere else to go, the train long gone. That, and a strange feeling coarsens through his veins, a calling of some sort... He takes a step forward before another sensation stops him. Something akin to a hand grabbing his shoulder.

‘Be cautious.’

Goemon. Yuusuke nods, replying back to his persona mentally. ‘I am aware.’ he thinks before beginning to walk again, following the path. Goemon speaks up again.

Ah, yes. There he is, the source of Goro's envy. Akira. It seemed the other teen was handling Leblanc alone at the moment. Sojiro must be off doing something.

"Hey there." He gave a light hand wave as he approached, taking a seat at the counter. "I see you've been left in charge here. I hope that means you can make a good cup of coffee." Although it was an odd time to be drinking it considering the sun was about to set but oh well. He tended to have to stay up late.

The so called detective appeared to be in a good mood... or, rather, he had been until the news mentioned something.... Something that was rather worrying when it came to him.

'The skies are quite clear. It's perfect for those who want to view the full moon tonight!' Hearing that line from the television nearly made his heart skip a beat. How did I manage to forget that!? First the pancake slip up and now this!

Naoya was seated in a lil' shop known as Cafe Leblanc. Trying to relax but that didn't last for long as he got a phone call from his good buddy, Nanjo.

“HE SUMMONED WHAT-!?” Naoya jumped to his feet as he practically yelled into the phone. Almost immediately, he composed himself and glanced around. No one here but that boy.... He noted the young man, relived that only one person saw that embarrassing outburst.

“Sorry, there’s a uhh... emergency at my work place.... I’ll take this call elsewhere.” He spoke to the boy before promptly turning and going into the restroom. Knowing no one else was here he figured it was best since someone might eavesdrop outside. Of course... if someone wanted they could probably put their ear to the restroom door and eavesdrop as well.

“So you’re saying that corrupt official actually summoned demons? and they didn’t eat him?“ Continuing his conversation with Nanjo it seemed that a person they’d been investigating went to an extreme and now had some very dangerous ‘helpers’ under his command. “I’ll just have to go there and handle it. Don’t worry, I’ve got the power of persona. I’ll be fine, he can’t be worse than Kandori.” He assured his old friend before hanging up and getting ready to leave only to notice.... That kid..... He’d been listening in on things. Ah well... surely it just sounded like gibberish to the guy, right? It’d be one hell of a coincidence if he knew about personas.

“Hmm... okay. I, uh... hope things get better...” Airen couldn’t really tell how he felt, but after noticing how quiet he was, it was the first topic to pop in her mind. She wasn’t quite sure where she was or how she got there, but she really wanted some company. 

Without noticing his confusion over her ears, she took her tail in her hands and brushed the tuft of hair at the end with her fingers out of nerves. In all honesty, she was probably the one who needed the hug. Before she ended up where she was, she got separated from her band mates and was a little afraid. 

welcome to the multiverse.

@foolspromenade:

Akira looks down. Iwai is as perceptive as Akira could expect from someone who used to be in the Yakuza. He’s not sure how to reply, but he knows he can’t lie, there’s no doubt in his mind that Iwai would catch on.

“… Not great,” he starts, unsure of where to go with that. It wasn’t often he was put on the spot about his emotions like this, mostly due to the fact he repressed them so heavily that nobody seemed to worry. “Life is just… hard right now.”

“... Look, kid. I’m not gonna pretend like I can help or even understand half the shit you’re goin’ through. God knows I barely made it through grade school before droppin’ outta high school and getting into all sorts of bad decisions. So- That means that I am the LAST person who’d ever try and get off on lecturing you.”

He scratches the side of his cheek and leans back in his chair behind the counter, closing and tossing the magazine he’d been hiding behind aside.

🎊 I’m happy to have met you. 👍 You’re doing great! Keep it up! 👌 Your character portrayal is amazing. ✍ Could we have more threads?☺ I love our muses’ relationship!

[slight nsfw] to draw blood, and more importantly, leave a mark. After all, everyone had to know... and the best way to show that was to make a visible mark... When he pulls away, he looks at Yuusuke, eyes half-lidded and slightly glazed over, not fully himself in the moment...

“Akira...?” he says the other’s name quietly with a questioning tone. His cheeks turn rosy, not a stranger to these sorts of interactions with his lover, but now is definitely... different. Frowning, Yuusuke questions mentally whether or not to pull away, but ultimately doesn’t, laying his trust in his partner. 

Only to be bitten.

The artist hisses, grabbing Akira as his teeth sink in, breaking skin. Wincing, he does his best to endure the short bit of pain. Once the other pulls away, Yuusuke grasps at the new wound, looking to his lover’s face for answers. But there are none, the male not even looking fully present. Why...?