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“ It’s total bullshit, you know? ” Junpei groans following slurred words, leaning his head on the bar’s table. He’s not DRUNK or anything, not yet. But inhibitions have ebbed away just enough for him to not give a shit about dumping some info on the poor, poor soul seated next to him, “ Beat that stupid ass game twice and here I am, again, in some strange fucking world with no memory of how I got here. Ha !! I’m just waiting for the catch this time. Who cares about another Nonary Game, anyway? Not me, I guess. ” Of course he cares, but that won’t stop him from being dramatic about it. Junpei shoves away his empty glass, only lifting his head from the booth once another has been placed in front of him. He leans his elbow on the table, turning his body to face the stranger next to him. Junpei looks him over a bit, shrugging his shoulders.

||  █ ▌— jakurai is drawn to interesting individuals. it’s in his nature and always has been, the careful push-and-pull of trying to understand those around him, but only when they’re worth trying to decode. he’s not yet certain what the draw is here. apart from the other man’s eyes, of course ( both the strange colour and perhaps the look in them ).

Her feet ached as she paced. It was an odd and not-all-familiar sensation, as her occasional stumble would reveal, but she’d simply need to adapt. Missing peoples often don’t solve themselves, especially if they’re of... that intelligence.

Putting aside all the precedents that were undermined in her arrival, she had arrived at her designated housing. The notion was whimsical since her previous was in a man’s skull, but like all homes she... missed it, to put it in easy-to-understand terms. With her all too cautious and lonely thoughts she had entered, and as if there was a benevolent god or goddess watching over her, she’d found a lead...

Next was to access the internet for some investigating; it was a... unique portrayal of something similar and took a moment to decipher but she eventually found her mark. Under the housing registry it was announced-- the name Kaname Date.

And thus she was hot on the trail-- following this citizen’s “ID”, or whatever the term equivalent, he had made a few purchases in the town’s stores it seemed. Too many purchases. With the stipend given to them, he was playing it awfully... 

She turned a corner and her eyes dilated, a small electrical current crawling across the back of her head. Sitting on the curb, alone, with something in his right hand, there he sat. Home.

“Date!” Before she knew it, the circulation of her legs had increased in speed. As she drew closer, she recognised the item in his hand as an ice cream. First was the notion of pride and pity. Ah! He must’ve been so lost without me he’s drowning his sorrows in carbohydrates! 

“Date...!” But as she drew closer it was a... pretty significant-looking cone. It was... extravagant. He must’ve... how much did he spend on that? She made another quick check to the trading logs.

“Date...” It was too much. Too expensive. The man’s a lunatic... That amount couldn’t be correct...! But there he sat, just about to take his first bite...

“DATE!” She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. With a smooth motion and a *THNK!* A well placed foot shot the cone from his hand, sending it far into the air before landing with a depressing thud. She folded his arms at the man.

rho has finally decided to let itself be moved, which is a relief. the sheep allowed itself to be shepherded into one of the parks, where it wandered in a circle for a while and then settled itself down to eat some grass. you know, like a sheep does. hedge had been so relieved that they’d flopped down and taken a nap right then and there.

the issue this time is that dear rhododendron seems to have decided to join them in slumber, and now that hedge is awake and wants to take them home so they can get settled in... yeah, no. if not for the little snuffly snores coming from the karakul’s curled snout, you could be forgiven for thinking it had died from the stress of world-hopping. all hedge’s attempts to jiggle it awake are being soundly ignored.

“hey!” they really have no choice but to enlist a stranger, hopping in place and waving their arms wildly to get the person’s attention. “hey!! can you help me? i just need to get it back onto its feet...!”