dream ♪ 005
[FILTER: PUBLIC]
Set in the bustling, romantic atmosphere of Malco is a red phone booth. But not any ordinary phone booth, that is. A special phone booth. Lend your imagination, if you will, for a few moments and picture this: a young, trembling man punching in a few numbers into the keypad. He clutches the phone tightly, as if it’s his last hope! In a way, it is. It rings. And rings again. His back slumps up against the glass and his breathing is uneasy. Another ring. And then a soft, feminine voice answers!
“Hello?” He responds in a stutter. She asks his name, and he stutters again, having forgotten the simplest things! He begins twirling the cord around and around on his finger. Around and around it goes, as does the conversation. He finally gives his name! And then he gets to the point. His confession.
After all, it is a phone booth of love, or so they say. He isn’t the first to confess his undying love there, and he certainly won’t be the last!
But what happened… to the phone booth?
One excessively hot, scorching, torrid day in Shibuya, the lack of a certain trademark Phone Booth did not go unnoticed. The lovely, soul-mate finding piece of property had vanished! It was no longer on the busy street and nowhere in sight, to top it off! Where had it gone?!
It was a case … only for Private Dick Extraordinaire Yoshiya Kiryu! Rather, Joshua, for the folks at home.
The slender teen suspiciously rubbed his chin, eying the spot where the phone booth had once been. Beside him was Neku, looking irritable and downright frustrated.
“Dude, you’ve been staring at that spot for almost ten minutes-” Neku began but was hushed when a hand shot up in the air.
“Hush, Neku, I’m focusing,” Joshua drawled. He had his orange cell phone in his hands, and was regarding the picture of the phone booth with a rather melancholic look. It had only been a few weeks ago that it had been here during Pi-Face’s week as Game Master! So where did it go?! “To think…so many young couples will never have the chance to fornicate because of this scandal…”
“…Never say that again….”
“Of course, of course.” He dismissively waved his hand. “Now, back to the case…”
“ ‘Case’? We’re not even detectives, Josh-”
“Neku, I said shush. I’m trying to analyze the crime scene.”
“Ugh….”
“Based on the accounts I’ve heard from the local store-owners, I’d have to place the crime at approximately noon. And that gives the clear to most of the workers, considering shifts start at nine and don’t break until one. And in that case~” Joshua continued to prattle off, listing off each and every bit of evidence he had somehow acquired, or noticed, since they had arrived.
Neku promptly attempted to ignore the other’s incessant jabbering by turning his music up. Of course, it didn’t really work, because one second he was listening to some techno beat, and then the next the small cord of his headphones was being yanked on. Tugged, rather, and he was unceremoniously being pulled closer to the right.
“Are you listening, partner?”
“…No,” Neku answered honestly, reaching up to swat the other’s hand away instinctively. “I already told you, I don’t care about the Phone Booth-”
“Then why are you here?” A hum, and his finger pointedly curled in the wires.
A long, long pause. “….Because.”
“Oh?” Joshua smirked and gave another yank to it. “That’s not really an answer, boyfriend~”
“…Josh.” It was a warning; he was getting a bit too close and by god if he got any closer he’d be kissing him and -
“Don’t make me put you on the list of suspects, Ne-ku. I’d hate to see you in handcuffs and thrown away if it’s not my own doing~” the Composer practically purred before giving one final tug on the cords before letting go entirely and stepping away.
Before Neku had the chance to respond, Joshua was already back at the scene of the crime, gathering more facts!
…Lucky bastard and his speed, right?
[ Guess who is going to casually ignore his Dreamberry for a few minutes :Db Just in case a certain someone sees such an embarrassing dream. He won't mind answering it for anyone else without haste, of course! <3 ]
Set in the bustling, romantic atmosphere of Malco is a red phone booth. But not any ordinary phone booth, that is. A special phone booth. Lend your imagination, if you will, for a few moments and picture this: a young, trembling man punching in a few numbers into the keypad. He clutches the phone tightly, as if it’s his last hope! In a way, it is. It rings. And rings again. His back slumps up against the glass and his breathing is uneasy. Another ring. And then a soft, feminine voice answers!
“Hello?” He responds in a stutter. She asks his name, and he stutters again, having forgotten the simplest things! He begins twirling the cord around and around on his finger. Around and around it goes, as does the conversation. He finally gives his name! And then he gets to the point. His confession.
After all, it is a phone booth of love, or so they say. He isn’t the first to confess his undying love there, and he certainly won’t be the last!
But what happened… to the phone booth?
One excessively hot, scorching, torrid day in Shibuya, the lack of a certain trademark Phone Booth did not go unnoticed. The lovely, soul-mate finding piece of property had vanished! It was no longer on the busy street and nowhere in sight, to top it off! Where had it gone?!
It was a case … only for Private Dick Extraordinaire Yoshiya Kiryu! Rather, Joshua, for the folks at home.
The slender teen suspiciously rubbed his chin, eying the spot where the phone booth had once been. Beside him was Neku, looking irritable and downright frustrated.
“Dude, you’ve been staring at that spot for almost ten minutes-” Neku began but was hushed when a hand shot up in the air.
“Hush, Neku, I’m focusing,” Joshua drawled. He had his orange cell phone in his hands, and was regarding the picture of the phone booth with a rather melancholic look. It had only been a few weeks ago that it had been here during Pi-Face’s week as Game Master! So where did it go?! “To think…so many young couples will never have the chance to fornicate because of this scandal…”
“…Never say that again….”
“Of course, of course.” He dismissively waved his hand. “Now, back to the case…”
“ ‘Case’? We’re not even detectives, Josh-”
“Neku, I said shush. I’m trying to analyze the crime scene.”
“Ugh….”
“Based on the accounts I’ve heard from the local store-owners, I’d have to place the crime at approximately noon. And that gives the clear to most of the workers, considering shifts start at nine and don’t break until one. And in that case~” Joshua continued to prattle off, listing off each and every bit of evidence he had somehow acquired, or noticed, since they had arrived.
Neku promptly attempted to ignore the other’s incessant jabbering by turning his music up. Of course, it didn’t really work, because one second he was listening to some techno beat, and then the next the small cord of his headphones was being yanked on. Tugged, rather, and he was unceremoniously being pulled closer to the right.
“Are you listening, partner?”
“…No,” Neku answered honestly, reaching up to swat the other’s hand away instinctively. “I already told you, I don’t care about the Phone Booth-”
“Then why are you here?” A hum, and his finger pointedly curled in the wires.
A long, long pause. “….Because.”
“Oh?” Joshua smirked and gave another yank to it. “That’s not really an answer, boyfriend~”
“…Josh.” It was a warning; he was getting a bit too close and by god if he got any closer he’d be kissing him and -
“Don’t make me put you on the list of suspects, Ne-ku. I’d hate to see you in handcuffs and thrown away if it’s not my own doing~” the Composer practically purred before giving one final tug on the cords before letting go entirely and stepping away.
Before Neku had the chance to respond, Joshua was already back at the scene of the crime, gathering more facts!
…Lucky bastard and his speed, right?
[ Guess who is going to casually ignore his Dreamberry for a few minutes :Db Just in case a certain someone sees such an embarrassing dream. He won't mind answering it for anyone else without haste, of course! <3 ]