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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...

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[whatsupcroc]

She pulls her head back and gives him a baffled bird stare. < The static? I've never heard of doing that with the washing machine. I thought that's what the dryer sheets were for in the dryer! >

Japan must do things differently. Collette's less sure than before that he knows what he's doing, but it's probably just cultural differences.

They run into quite a few of those, she's noticed.

[inthejunk]

The what? Aw, great. He still has no idea what she's talking about. Yosuke frowns, and looks around for the soap. Ah, the circles. That must be it, right?

"Don't you have mice to eat?"

[whatsupcroc]

< What? Hahaha, you're so silly! Like I'd take work away from the cats. >

She chooses to ignore the fairly blatant go away. Mice, Yosuke? Really? Collette fluffs up her feathers and continues to stare him down.

Oh, he's up to something. She's just not sure what, yet!

[inthejunk]

Yosuke opens the machine again to add the soap-oh hurf it stinks, ugh!- which....arms pretty straightforward. It's liquid, like shampoo. He can tell by how heavy the bottle is. And with the kid unscrewed, he can also tell that it smells a lot better than his partially digested lunch. So he huffs it a bit to get the funk out of his lungs, then tips a stream of the stuff out over the laundry.

Eh, better make it a generous stream. Because that stuff really whiffs.

"I thought you said you don't eat cat." He teases, as he slams the lid again on the horrors within the washing basin.

[whatsupcroc]

< Knowingly, > she teases right back, failing to catch sight of the sheer amount of soap Yosuke's using. < But I might make an exception if I'm really hungry! Though you know what I could get behind right now? >

Other than Yosuke, which is what she's done since responding.