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[odiousialist]

[you're now stuck in a dark closet with someone]

. . . uhm.

[I won't tag everyone! mingle at your leisure and meet someone new~

edit: I think 4 am means bed. Picking up old and new tomorrow! <3]

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[kagekachou]

*Tatsumi is stuck in the closet.

don't know where they're hiding the drum set, but a very loud rimshot is heard.*

[kagekachou]

I suppose I'm sorry for the interruption. Though if you kept to more regular hours...

[servicewitha]

[ssshrugs]

At least I'm getting enough sleep nowadays.

[kagekachou]

It is a very important aspect of staying healthy.

How have you been doing? Lately?

[servicewitha]

. . . I'm not really sure.

[kagekachou]

*reaches over to touch him, aiming for his face (though cautiously, so as to not accidentally poke him in the eye or something), the gesture curious and concerned*

What's been happening?

[servicewitha]

[closes his eyes, leaning into that]

Well. Yuuko-san is here again.

[kagekachou]

She came back? Is she still...?

*"...dead?" lingers in the silence*

[servicewitha]

I don't know. She's being as vague and cryptic like usual. I've tried looking for the shop, but I can't find it yet. If it's not here . . . then yes.

[kagekachou]

...not answering any of your questions, is she.

*not a question, more just an acknowledgment of how much not being able to get answers must be bothering Fuuma*

[servicewitha]

Yuuko-san never changes.

[his tone is fond, but exasperated, and also a little sad]

[kagekachou]

Never changes from what?

[servicewitha]

From being herself, I suppose.

[kagekachou]

Same as she was last time she was here?

[servicewitha]

[chuckles a bit]

And every other time we've ever met or spoken with each other.

[kagekachou]

*thumb lightly stroking over his cheek*

One can hardly blame her for her constancy, I suppose.