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Akina frowned at the text and only messaged him right back.

{Text}; You hang out in the Red Light District just to see a Fortune Teller?

[~☪~] Already a year and a half had gone by since the fake against the devil who had hidden Igor away, and brought upon the arrival of the trickster and his Phantom Thieves or accomplices...

The Metaverse finally disconnected to the real world after that battle, and their ability to enter now gone, life was beginning to return to normal... as normal as it could get in the midst of Shibuya.

Though keeping in touch with the others was not too much of a problem, since he would always join in their PT IM room on their phones... he had kept in touch with the Admin of the Phantom Thieves, and a fellow Moon he had grown rather fond of, Yuuki Mishima.

While one was managing his restaurant, and the other was working on his classes now starting up in college, needless to say, they had both been pretty busy...

But that didn’t stop them from sending texts back and forth and the usual phone call when one was in the area in order to let them meet up for a bit.

Like right now, as he found his phone was ringing as he set the paperwork for orders aside, as he flipped it open, and pressed it to his ears.

     “Oh! I believe I recognize you as Yuuki Mishima, correct? Akira has told me a lot about you. Positive things of course. Did you require something from me?” He’s admittedly curious, especially since the boy looks a bit interested in his presence. Yusuke assumes he could be reading into it too much, but everything is a possibility, truly.

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“I’d rather not, thanks.” Vincent wasn’t going to wait around to be found.  He wanted to avoid attention.  The less he drew of it the better.  And Mishima at least looked like he’d wither under a hard look. Granted Vincent wasn’t that much more intimidating in appearance.

It was better that they get out as soon as possible.