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[inthejunk]

[Nothing like a rude awakening at 2:30 in the morning, right? Well, you're in for a treat fellow refugees. It seems like one just flew over the cuckoos nest. Not that you can tell initially. At first this just looks like some inconsiderate kid with rings under his eyes and messy hair, breathing down the camera lens a little too up close and personal.]

Yo. If we haven't met yet, hello. I'm Yosuke. But...but if you're new, you should count to three and then stop listening. Okay? One, two...three. Alright, go away. It's for your own good.

[For emphasis, he clicks the lamp beside him off, and the video goes dark. Nothing to see here, apparently.]

Listen. Guys. I'm curious what people do here for fun. Because uh-look. I've tried sleeping, and training, and then I tried going outside. And talking to the people in the market, and you know. Looking for animals. And I found some, but they were really creepy and mutated. You know? So it's impossible to forget this place is so...

[The light comes back on with a soft click. The phone-roll-up is on the bed table now. Yosuke smiles down at it tightly, and shrugs. Then something thumps in the other room and he jumps at least a foot, gesturing wildly and knocking the device off the table. Someone get the kid some decaf.

He hangs over the side of the bed and gazes at the mobile, his image now fractured like a kaleidoscope, and gives a rather put-upon sigh for a guy who was just trying so hard to be personable.]

Damn it. I'm cracked...

Comments

[inthejunk]

That stuff they make wallets and joke ties from in Harajuku?

[This is his doubtful face, Collette.]

[whatsupcroc]

It may be! Having never been there, I won't say I know for sure, but duct tape's pretty versatile.

[inthejunk]

It won't work anyway, the pieces are too small. If I taped them there would be nothing left.

[whatsupcroc]

Or it'd be very well armored pieces! They'd still be there, underneath all the rest.

[inthejunk]

Fine, but if they don't work there's still no use!

[whatsupcroc]

It'd be a learning experience, either way!

[inthejunk]

Now you're just being stupid on purpose.

[whatsupcroc]

You mean like you are?

[inthejunk]

It's not on purpo-that's not what I mean! Ugh.

[whatsupcroc]

You've been kind of all over the place! Is this really how you handle being bored?

[inthejunk]

I don't know. Usually boredom only lasts a few hours. It's never been my whole life for months at a time before.

[whatsupcroc]

Your whole life for months and motnhs? Poor guy, you've got to be going absolutely bonkers! So like... why don't you do something.

[inthejunk]

...What do you do?

[whatsupcroc]

Skydive. Chat. Swim. Oh my gosh I swear someone ends up asking this at least once a week!

[inthejunk]

Wait, what? How?

[No, that's not a dig. It's utter disbelief. No pne's mentioned being able to swim or skydive before this.]

[whatsupcroc]

One due to cheating, another due to talking, and the third due to using the pool over at the training hall.

*one

[inthejunk]

How can you cheat at skydiving?

[Because process of elimination suggests that you do.]

[whatsupcroc]

By doing it as an eagle.

[inthejunk]

Huh?

[Nope, he doesn't get the joke. Have a head tilt.]

[whatsupcroc]

I fly. Like an eagle? You know, big bird, curved beaks, eats fish?

[inthejunk]

Do they? I thought it was mice.

[Not the important thing to clarify here, but he's still blanking. What could it mean?]

Ah. I don't think I understand.

[whatsupcroc]

... I turn into an eagle. You know, a bird?

[inthejunk]

...What?

[Noooope still not grasping this.]

[whatsupcroc]

Oh my gosh Yosuke, where are you right now?

[inthejunk]

On the floor.