generalflirt | ~♥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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Well, I don't want yours to start to melt.

[She moved into place.]

You could try freezing mine for me.

[but that's something he says irreverently as he collects his own spoon]

That might make eating it a little difficult.

[She was watching him cautiously, looking for clues as to how he was doing.]

Couldn't you freeze it just the right amount?

[He gives her a thumbs up as he scoots back. He's not really making eye contact with her, but there's a smile plastered on his face]

[...no, this isn't working for her.]

Masaomi... [She reached out to touch his shoulder with one hand, and then grabs his spoon with her other to set it down.]

Katara...

[He lowers his head a bit. She's got the control now, it seems]

[Without another word, she steps close and hugs him.]

[...Ah.

He exhales lightly, and then - no she wouldn't want him to hug her back. So his arms go about half up before he stops himself and just enjoys her sentiment. It's nice]

[She doesn't move. She doesn't know what he's not hugging her back, but this hug is not a brief hug. She just stays there.]

I'm so sorry.

[...She's not backing off. Once again, he failed to read the situation? (it's okay, he reasons, it's upset...)]

[Without any more hesitation, eh wraps his arms around her, tightly, lovingly. He wants to hold her close and will her not to vanish. He know Mikado no long was as close to him as this woman in front of him or to his best friend who he now lived with. But he was still his childhood friend and until this long, crazy affair he'd had in Luceti, he was his best friend. He was his whole world.

Masaomi makes some choked sound, not sure how to even articulate the words now]

[Katara didn't pull away. It felt strange to be this close to Masaomi for this long - she'd avoided such physical contact with him for some time. But in this moment... she didn't care. It was all she had to offer and she gave it to him, letting him hold her as tightly as he wished, and holding him back.

One day, a rebelliously selfish thought snaked its way through her mind, this could be me, grieving the loss of you.]

I'm sorry.

I... [And he inhales deeply, sucking in air (and her scent) about as desperately as he's now holding her close to him. and now, finally, he feels the loss of it. He'd just been poetically morose until this moment, but right now the accompanying sadness of missing his childhood friend - something he'd frankly felt for months. Something which he'd frankly felt since the moment he learned Mikado was the leader of the Blue Squares - hits him] ...He was my- [Childhood friend. Former best friend. Will be my best friend again when I return to that unfair destiny.

She doesn't need to hear these things. she knows them to some extent So he just starts to sob, his head hunched down over and onto her]

[She held him and she let him cry. After a time, she shifts her arm to run a hand soothingly over his shoulders.

They're in the kitchen. The door is open. Their ice cream melting. And... she doesn't care.]

I know. I know it hurts.

Thank you. [Thank you, thank you, I love you. He's so incredibly thankful she's here. He's so incredibly thankful she's beside him and that came. Even if he's crying and he knows he's being gross now and probably getting it on her. It's lonely. It's so lonely now to think about home]

[She made a soothing, hushing sound. Her hand continued to rub across his shoulders, well over his wings.

She whispered.]

It's okay.

[I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. But he can't say it. He just reigns himself in, trying to stop snotting at least. Get the crying down to some reasonable level. And he nuzzles his head in. Shut up, it's comforting]

~♥THIRTY-EIGHT♥~

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