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You decided as a show of good faith to start cleaning the house so Kyoya would come home to a very nice sight of you covered in dust and a slightly less dirty house. Of course he was all ready home all ready and upstairs working on... whatever Kyoya worked on. But still, here you were. You were GOING to do something nice even if it killed you (it wasn’t going to kill you so that was good too).

Opening a particularly odd book about the history of glasses (because why the hell would the other you own this, it HAD to be Kyoya’s) something odd fell out from between the pages. Picking it up you had a dawning realization. You knew what this was. Tiny pressed blue flowers, preserved between the pages of the book. You understood immediately and sprinted upstairs.

Send me a '✖' and I'll describe one difficulty I have roleplaying my muse!

This was... stupid. And you were so nervous to boot. Things had gotten better. Much better. Dirk was capable of showing small physical signs of affection without worrying about having Kyoya completely reject him. It certainly not quite where he hoped to be at this point in their relationship... but it did give him a certain piece of mind at least.

That being said you were completely willing to try and make this the best Valentines day either of you ever had. Of course that would be impossible as Kyoya all ready had a Valentines Day with you once (you're assuming) and it probably was hella romantic (it wasn't). And your house still had a fucking blanket fort as the first floor level. Rad as hell but hardly the other boy's idea of romantic. Yours though. Definitely yours.

There wasn't a lot you remembered about this place, or rather, there was a decent amount you remembered about places and objects and nothing about people. Wandering around the sixth sector, you find yourself following a path that you weren't even aware you knew - something that used to be habitual in you coming back to right below the surface of your consciousness. As you walked down the street, there was suddenly a overwhelming feeling that you knew the place you found himself staring at. Garish Christmas lights up and lit in October, far over the top for even the most hardcore lover of the holiday.

You were sure, this had to be it, your house. The scientists dicked around with you long around about it long enough, but you might be able to find out more information about your past life here. Trying the key, just as you thought, it fit. You let yourself in and you eyes light up underneath your glasses at the sight before you, the downstairs living room and dining area all swaddled in a mixture of various sheets and blankets. It was the most amazing blanket fort you had ever seen in your entire life, and it's apparently all yours. You walk in, looking around at the strings of twinkle lights and the complex structure keeping the entire thing up and working properly.

You walk in fully, closing the door behind you. As soon as that happened however, there were sounds coming from further inside the house. You stop immediately, hand going to rest on the handle of his sword, just in case it was a potential threat. As you see the boy emerge though, you stop, and your hand falls back to your side. This wasn't a roommate of yours, you didn't think. Maybe a friend? Whoever he was, you secretly were glad there was someone here; he might be able to tell you about your life here as well as the fact that he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes.

Were you staring? You might be staring a little bit.

16. A bubble bath with my muse.

You wake up feeling quite good, actually. You slept well enough on the hard lumpy mattress, and feel as though today might be a good day to head out of the city and start to explore something a little more... something. You aren't entirely sure what you're looking for, but you are sure that your legs are itching to move. Taking your time to secure your scale mail (just in case, although you feel quite encumbered with it on you all the time) you head out your door just in time to hear your neighbor leaving their own room.

How odd, you note, that you had yet to see either of the people living in the room directly beside you. It wasn't too strange in the sense that many of the patrons of the boarding house had been out wandering and adventuring around the new land they found themselves. But at the same time these were the people living directly next to you, and you had never gone outside of the town except for short trips lasting less than a week each.

So first a foot, and then they turned as they went to lock their door. You knew you probably should just go and be on your way, but at the same time...

There was quite the plush rump standing directly in front of you. And being a virile teenage boy with a lackluster relationship record you certainly could not be blamed for staring a tiny bit. If nothing else, you were at least covert about it. Thanks mostly to your glasses.

Of course as said individual turned you were unpleasantly surprised to see a familiar face staring back at you.

You decided that before you headed out to do any sort of extended adventuring, quests or otherwise it would be a good idea to obtain some basic items essential to any good trip. Dirk had no idea what he would need from first hand experience, thanks to the fact that he really didn't have the ability to ever go camping with his background. But then again, he had watched enough movies and done enough research about things enough that he had a rough idea about the sorts of things he should buy. And seeing the stores themselves would also help give him a good idea about what to purchase with the stipend the city had given him.

Entering the general store Dirk began loading things into one of the oversized adverting backpacks he grabbed first and foremost. He continued around, grabbing things and placing them into the bag. As he rounded a corner he saw a map of the country, rolled up and placed nicely on the shelf immediately in front of him. Reaching out to grab it, another hand did so at the same time. The last map.