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[~☪~] What the hell was Aki trying to do? He snapped his book closed when he saw the Emperor run off like he did, and raced off to the door. Seeing his friend race outside when there was a story going to be coming... he couldn’t just sit still.

It didn’t take him as long as he thought it would to catch up to the other since he ad taken the back alley where he would usually got to see Shinji whenever he hadn’t been willing to going back with SEES.

Aki was actually surprised he caught him? Or better yet, he didn’t think that the older would have seen him run off back there.

He questioned why he was out here and was quick to get on him for taking off into a freaking storm... sometimes he didn’t know what was going through his friend’s head before he did this shit.

A moment of glaring at each other, and then just taking a seat against the steps, the weather around them just seemed to get worse. They decided to get up and Shinji led them to where they could camp out (sort of) until the rainfall at least settled to a normal tolerable state.

           Silence stems from her wondering gaze. Curiosity painted ever flawlessly onto the Leader’s porcelain visage, her auburn brow lifted mildly as her docile fingers merciless wondered through the cushion. One after the other, her urgency remains further valid as she searched through the abyss like covers. Searching far and wide, and beneath the sofa, before finally moving onward to her fruitful search. Where could it be...? Such question remains intertwined with her peculiar expression, digits now curve and place dutifully beneath her chin. Everlasting concentration erupts further, only to be interrupted by a heartfelt sigh. She was completely and utterly exhausted. Her once flawless posture is now slouch over, her shoulders practically dragging before a laze yawn escapes her lips.

In truth, she practically raided the entire dormitory for her quest in searching for her music device.

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Ryoji’s brows cocked a little it had been another long day and Ryoji thought ending it with watching, Akihiko practice again would be a great way to end the day. Sure joining it was fun and all but today? Today he was in the mood for watching–why? He wasn’t sure really there was something at the pit of his insides telling him it would be a best. Plus to him it was always funner watching Akihiko box than taking part, something about the smile the other teen wore made Ryoji feel happy.

  Fingers tugged at his scarf as he slipped into the hall to watch Akihiko a small smile tugged onto his lips as he spotted the elder teen. Despite everything that has happened to him he seemed to be so calm---Ryoji was sure on the inside that was very different but either way Ryoji found it to be something to look up to, Ryoji found Akihiko to be a rather interesting man.

 Ryoji could not help but listen to the chatter behind him from those ‘fan girls’ of Akihiko’s, apart of him wanted to chuckle at them. Girls truly where weird in the reason in liking someone--of course he wouldn’t disagree Akihiko was rather good looking, but there was more to him than that...but so many people these days seemed so superficial.

He slipped over to Akihiko whom seemed to be done with his training, the teen grinned at the silver haired male. Dragging himself forward “you did well today~” Ryoji hummed a hand pressing to the shorter males cheek, “but you know you shouldn’t push yourself or you’ll end up sick and I don’t think anyone would want that.” He chuckled a little, “but if that was to happen I promise I’ll make you some soup or something--...if you wanted that of course.”

Ryoji patted the other teens cheek before removing his hand---Ryoji leaned in and pecked the other on the cheek, “I also wanted to thank you for being so nice even if Aigis-san seems to have an issue with me, it truthfully means so much.” 

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to think it had been so long !  she didn’t remember much of the first birthday the three of them, Mitsuru, Akihiko and Shinjiro, had spent together in that dorm - but it still felt like it had happened only yesterday. and to also imagine they would have changed so much, throughout the years… !  it felt incredible, if not entirely impossible. now it was, again, time to celebrate.

                «  I promise I won’t keep you away too long; the others                 might have organised something already. They must be                 eager to spend time with you too. Just come closer, with                 me; here, sit.  »

her hand genty tapped the empty seat on her left, the soft red velvety cushions of her room’s sofa. an open invitation for him to grab and take; some might have called it an order, yet her tone was calmer, way tender than her usual one. 

there was a specific reason why she had called the birthday boy up there, up to the off-limits place - the floor boys were usually not allowed to visit, or even see. a sweet exception, for his special day. and a small package she had, tight under the firm, cold grip of her right hand - the one still nonchalantly hidden, behind her back. it scared her, how old-fashioned she was - what a fool !  and yet, it was her nature. 

     To think the summoning of the book would happen so soon from the last-- it was quite a shocker for Ur. Not to mention, the primary guiding spirit would usually be Rempo, so for him to suddenly get dragged into the position of having to explain everything to the Chosen One, was something that he would have to get used to through time.

     Being thrown into this new ( yet dying ) world & having to first appear in front of the apparent Chosen One, did not help his current dilemma ( although the brief explanation about the world & the thought of meeting up with his fellow spirits was indeed somewhat reassuring ). 

     “ The fact that you can see me, Akihiko, means that you are the Chosen One. “ Ur stated as he began to follow the other, explaining as they explored their surroundings, “ The Chosen One has the important job of deciding what to take to the new world. “