#ireisai

[you’re grounded kousetsu]

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*souza omg i’m too sleepy for this but you’re still grounded

This is unfamiliar, entirely unfamiliar; he’s used to the hustle and bustle of days long past, not the modern smog covering the air and towering buildings that feel as though they were meant to try and touch the sky.

Humans, he thinks to himself, have such strange desires.

Souza Samonji is unsure of where to take himself, and where to go from here (he was told upon arrival something about an ‘apartment V-3,’ but he has no inkling of what that means), so he merely stays in place for the time being. And he’s unaware of how much time passes, really, he only notices his surroundings when he sees a figure vaguely familiar in the side of his vision.

Ah.

Something that could be considered a smile tugs at his lips, though he doesn’t turn; he merely droops his head to the side, eyes glancing up at the cloudless sky above.

“Well?” It’s the same tone he always carries; a voice with vaguely a hint of weariness and exhaustion. “Does me being here suit you?”

He’s gotten lost--countless times, he lost track after the sixth time or so--and there’s so many foreign things littering the streets that it’s a wonder he hasn’t got hit by something streaking across them.

So perhaps it’s justified that by the time he comes across her, his mood is rather abysmal.

Izumi almost passes her by, too busy focusing on trying to find his way towards the living quarters they’d so graciously assigned him upon arrival. He’s lucky that he happened to look up just in time to see the familiar face peering back at him, really.

The scowl on his face dissolves into something more surprised, more curious, really, and he straightens himself out to full height (he’d admittedly been hunching a bit before) before speaking.

“Aruji?” Izumi questions, shooting a quick glance around before back down at her, “You mean to tell me that they decided you’re an experiment too? Tch!”

He clicks his tongue, irritated briefly.

“Don’t they have decency? I mean--not like you can’t hold your own, but... you know. Though maybe it’s just as bad that they’re taking us that you summoned away like we’re children’s toys. ...I can’t be the only one, right?”

w ELCOME BACK!

[mom voice] boy don't test me

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muffet u run a cutesy bakery fam i don’t wanna hear this

“There really isn’t enough alcohol in the world to make this place suck any less than it does.”

It had only been a few days since Sol arrived in this city. A few days since he began looking into it’s nature and possibly finding a way out. And while the exit continued to elude him, what he did find out about the city was enough to make his head hurt. He didn’t like any part of it, nor did he like the possible implications behind it. And when he gets upset, the drinking starts.

Best thing about having Gear Cells is that he doesn’t run the risk of getting absolutely smashed Buzzed, yes. But not to the point that his motor functions are impaired. Helps him get over his pissy mood, though. Unfortunately, the amount of alcohol he’d been drinking left little for some of the more irate patrons who were also looking to get smashed.

And they did get smashed. The moment one came to complain, they were met with an unprovoked fist to the face, which sent them flying straight through the concrete wall. Too much? Probably. Too drunk to care, though.