1st Bullet ⊗ Voice

[pishirogane]

[The audio becomes live just in time for a single word to be heard]

Fascinating...

[A few more random clicks here and there before the actions cease. It's quiet save for the ambience coming from around the speaker. Their voice suddenly cuts through, whispering first.]

It certainly appears to be on... Greetings. Upon arrival to this place, I

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1/? ...and tags will be slower than ever due to comp troubles

[punk_emperor]

[He knows that voice. He knows it and oh god not Naoto, not here. They'll make her do awful, terrible things and oh hell no! No, no, no. Not Naoto.

In his panic, dread settled in his stomach, Kanji manages to drop the fansuwoth as he turns it on so there's a clatter and a spinning image of a dimly lit ceiling.]

N--

[punk_emperor]

I...don't remember. This is... this is really weird.

[He can't make heads or tails of it, but at least if he was there that means no one will worry. And he almost asks if she likes the gift he was making. He worked so hard on it and even if he hadn't finished it yet, well he must have, right?]

[pishirogane]

... It is.

[Actually, she did like his gift, but they took it from her upon arrival. Hopefully it wasn't burned.]

[punk_emperor]

I hope you liked it...

[It kind of slips out before he can stop it and he looks sheepish, then awkward.]

Uh...so what house are you in?

[pishirogane]

I did.

[Says that straight face]

I'm in the Hibu Household.

[punk_emperor]

Hi--Oh!

[He doesn't actually know what the house stands for, just that there are some awfully pretty people in there and Naoto fits that qualification perfectly.]

I got put in Inoshishi...just the next district over. So we ain't all the way across the city or something.

[pishirogane]

Is that so? That's a relief.

[At least, it is, right? They're still a team after all.]

[punk_emperor]

Hibu ain't bad, I think. They've got a massage parlor! Maybe they'll put you there or something.

[Except there's a flash of a frown, because something clenches unpleasantly--a bit of unrecognized jealousy--at the thought of Naoto touching other people like that.]

Or--they've got a library in the fancy district.

[pishirogane]

A massage parlor? I doubt I have the necessary skills required.

[A library? Awe, she's in the wrong district...]

[punk_emperor]

[He's almost relieved, even if he does privately think she'd be very good with her hands.]

Well, there's lots of places. The shop they've got me working in isn't even in Spindle at all, so they could put you anywhere.

[Thinking about where they could put her is much, much better than worrying over her being made an entertainer.]

[pishirogane]

[She probably is]

Oh... I'll have to see what they decide.

[punk_emperor]

I'm sure you'll be good at it, no matter what shop they put you in.

[He gives her a bright encouraging smile, finally relaxing now that he's mentally talked himself into the thought that it'll be alright, they can't do that to her.]

[pishirogane]

If they take my skills into account, it should be somewhere fairly decent.

[No way would they make someone socially inept an entertainer. She'll give him a faint smile back]

[punk_emperor]

Oh! There's a... uh-- guard thing. I know you're a detective and not a cop or nothing, but I bet you'd be really good at that!

[pishirogane]

The guard? Hm... perhaps I could try to negotiate with the head of the household.

[punk_emperor]

Go for it! I'll back you up all the way!

[A beat] Uh, if you need me to or anything.