generalflirt | ~♥THIRTY-EIGHT♥~

~♥THIRTY-EIGHT♥~

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[So having got back from the mission on the late 23rd, Masaomi allowed himself roughly a day to detox. He didn't even really go to do his training regime. He just went around town seeing who he could talk to and generally enjoying being back in this village. Because he does, well... like it, these days. (if you want to have your character run into him on the 24th that's cool)

But sometime on the 24th or today on the 25th, he goes to visit Mikado... and Mikado's not there. He tries the journal, and he's- gone.

Gone home, that is. Again. He stares in shock for a moment, wondering what he should feel like. He's surprised by how he can't really feel anything but a general moroseness. He's not violently enraged like last time. He's not even totally sad, really. Mikado might have been his best friend at home, but he feels so incredibly distanced from that home, that life, and that destiny, going into the future, that he knows he's going back to. What he's learned and fought with Mikado about doesn't make it any better. So on the 25th, Masaomi seeks out Anri to talk with her before going to see if there's anything neat in the item shop. He then goes back to his apartment, having found something neat (feel free to run into him during this too if you want)]

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Hey, Luceti. [Maaomi is now on the roof of his building. It's early evening, and he's propped the book up to see him sitting here in a chair. he has a flare gun in his hand and he's looking at the sky] It seems I'm the last man standing from Ikebukuro now. Weird how that works, huh?

[And then he points the flare gun straight up and shoots it - a flare into the night, like Men do (feel free to have your character action-react to a flare being shot up from the roof of C1 too). He then goes to cut off the recording

He then goes to send a message to MARS, in particular to CJ to try to summon him and haggle about a price on something]

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That's well and sad for the world. Alas, I think I'm more concerned with what you're missing.

My childhood friend, right?

Mm-hm.

Mm, yeah.

[He picks out another can of Mountain Dew from the pack, and leans forward enough to hold it out to Masaomi. Probably makes enough sound to get his attention, if he's still looking at the sky and not him.]

[Ah? He lowers himself a bit, leaning down to take it in hand. He keeps it in hand, but doesn't... do anything.]

[Shikamaru goes ahead and opens his; takes a drink as the wind blows.

Not everything was resolved between those two. That much he knows. Mikado hadn't come up at a Scarves meeting in a while, but Masaomi never said that the Dollars had stopped being a concern of theirs. Those names: Squares, Dollars. It all confirms that too.

But it's his friend that Masaomi says he was missing. Bitterly, Shikamaru would say he'd probably been missing him even before this, but that's beside the point.]

What were things like, back when you were kids? I seem to remember you saying you didn't live in that city.

[Hah. He opens the can now, still standing and looking out on the horizon]

We lived in a small town plum in the middle of nowhere. Just a little village, really. Bigger than this place, of course, but it sure didn't feel bigger.

[For all that Masaomi seems to think of this place as his home, the size of things is something Shikamaru is pretty sure he misses. The feel of it, a city, would maybe be the better description.

Shikamaru takes another drink. Keep going.]

We lived there, and went to elementary school together. Same grade, of course. Caught some bugs together, teased some girls, or well, I did. I defended him from bullies a few times because he's always been a weak bodied squirt.

[The thing with the color gangs didn't happen for him until middle school, he remembers. So there were together like that for about as long as he was in the Academy then.]

But smart, right?

Wahahaha, as smart as an elementary schooler can be.

[Wow you know his school has an unfair base standard for that, right? Mikado was obviously genius level to rival guys like Sasuke and Neji.]

Which, frankly, isn't that smart at all. But we thought he was brilliant, and he could use the Net better than any of us.

That was a thing, even then?

Shikamaru, we were born in 1994, the internet basically grew up with us.

I was just thinking of you guys sitting in high chairs to reach the keyboard, texting each other.

Bahahah! If only! [And he laughs here, spilling his drink a bit]

[This feels awfully forced to Shikamaru, but he smirks back at Masaomi anyways.

Like it's really that funny.

See what else he has to say, first.]

Hahaha, seriously, that's great! Maybe Mikado's son'll have a chip right in his head. Straight up Feed. [He snorts, rocking back on his heels before he folds in his wings and falls onto his back, smirking]

[What a waste of Mountain Dew.

Shikamaru adjusts his position on the chair just enough to clearly see Masaomi lying there.]

[He's still laughing, looking up at the sky. The smile on his face looks sweet, nostalgic, genuine...]

[but his eyes look like this]

[Shikamaru sighs, taking a swill of his soda before putting it down on the ground, ripping a piece of cardboard from the perforated edges.

Very slowly he picks himself up and steps over to the other side, by Masaomi. He finds an open spot on the roof beside him and sits there.

Then he drops the piece of cardboard over his friend's eyes, so he doesn't have to look.]

[Quietly, this next part is said]

I'd be lost without you, man

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