Voice

[inthejunk]

Uh. Anyone wanna help out with an open mic night tomorrow? I don't think I'll be making it. Which is probably bad, since it's my bar. Don't worry though, the barmaid is really great. I'm sure she'll...make drinks. She just might need some help with everything else.

...I can pay you in ice cream? A-and it's for a good cause!

(OoC: Yosuke has been planning an open mic night fundraiser to re-open The Cat's Eye after Rain's and Fai's departures. He sent an ad in to the paper and everything...but he was abducted for round two of the Newcomer Hunt and he's not feeling up to playing host yet. Possibility of a permanent job at the bar for anyone who responds and works out alright!)

Comments

Re: Voice

[inthejunk]

[You can't see tha blank stare, but it happens.]

Yeah, once.

Re: Voice

[asano_san]

[Since Yosuke doesn't seem to be getting it...]

I don't know where he lives.

Re: Voice

[inthejunk]

Oh.

[Crickets chirping over here.]

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[asano_san]

I'll be there as soon as I can figure out where there is.

[He's calling Uryuu.]

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[inthejunk]

[Man why do none of you clowns know where Souji lives? Jeez.]

'K.

Action

[asano_san]

[One phone call, a stop at a store for the soda, and a trek across town later, Keigo makes it to Souji's place. He knocks on the door.]

Yosuke? I'm here!

(frozen comment) Re: Action

[inthejunk]

[Well Yosuke can't get the door, so let us assume Shika let's Keigo in. Or something like that! Anyway, Yosuke's in the spare bedroom. The third IT member to occupy it in the past year, and the only one left now. But the room isn't creepy or full of ghosts and shadows. It's mostly full of Yosuke's light snoring at the moment. Whoops. Sorry, Keigo. Staying conscious is hard okay?]

[asano_san]

[And let us assume that, as always, Keigo was awkward as hell around Shika.

He almost leaves Yosuke alone. He's gone through something terrible. Keigo doesn't know much about what happened, but he's seen news reports and angry network posts. He could just leave the toothbrush and drink on the nightstand and go back to the apartment.

The apartment he walked all the way over here for because Yosuke can't ask someone who's already here to go buy him a toothbrush-]

You made me come over and you can't even stay awake until I get here?

[It's spoken in a normal tone of voice. There. Because you've been through hell, Yosuke, you don't get yelled at.]

[inthejunk]

[Yosuke is usually not the easiest guy to wake up when he's sleeping soundly, but this time he bolts up with a gasp. Unfortunately, that's followed by a scream as he jolts everything. Keigo's presence doesn't even register for a moment, while Yosuke hisses through his teeth and pants. Shit, ow. Ow, shit.]

[Eventually, he gets it under control and blinks. Oh. It's Keigo. That's kind of embarrassing. He manages a weak smile, but it's a little watery. That freaking hurt. When he speaks, his throat is clearly scratchy and raw. It's probably not all from that one scream a second ago.]

Dude, is Shika out there? I think...I hope it's time for another pill.

[asano_san]

[Keigo doesn't hear the question because he's too busy almost wetting himself the sudden scream and the pain that he swears he can almost feel from that reaction. This isn't Yosuke fell asleep on a rock and his back hurts. This is serious.]

[inthejunk]

[It doesn't bother him much when Keigo ignores him most of the time. To be fair, he does the same thing. That's just how it is when you live with someone. Sometimes their voice just gets on your nerves and you tune it out.]

[Except that pill would really not suck at the moment. But at least the pain dulls a little when he stops abusing his banged up and slightly broken body. The throbbing wouldn't even be so bad if it wasn't like a full body migraine. With knives...jeez.]

[Oh, shit, wait. Now that he squints at Keigo's face a bit -ow, even squinting hurts, ow- the guy looks pretty upset. He probably hadn't expected Yosuke to be in such bad shape. Which is maybe a little naive or something, but easy enough to sympathize with.]

[Yosuke groans, low in his throat so it stings less, and slowly, painfully sits forward again.]

Hey. Snap outta it.

[asano_san]

[He cringes to watch him shift positions, expecting every movement to bring pain now.]

How am I supposed to react to that?!

[inthejunk]

[Fair enough. He'd probably fret a little too if he had to watch someone else go through the same thing. Ugh.]

Sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you over here.

[asano_san]

Now you think that you could have asked someone else to get you a toothbrush?

[inthejunk]

[He goes a bit quiet for a moment after that. Something Keigo has probably never seen before.]

Toothbrush...yeah. Guess you uh, you c'n go since...since it's...y'know.

[asano_san]

Oh, so you get me here and now you can't wait to get rid of me!

[inthejunk]

Not so loud.

[asano_san]

[He feels bad. Only because Yosuke is in pain.]

Do you want company or not?

[inthejunk]

...Yeah.

[Okay, he normally wouldn't admit that. But if he didn't you might really leave. And that sucks worse than coming off a little pathetic.]

[asano_san]

[Well, Yosuke just said the magic words because Keigo lives for friends actually admitting that they want him around.]

Then I'm here for you!

[Keigo sits on the edge of the bed, being careful to keep a not-gay distance between them. He wants to be able to eat hot dogs again some day.]

[inthejunk]

[He could crawl in Yosuke's lap at the moment and Yosuke would be fine with it, in fact. These are some really good drugs. As it is, his eyes just widen a bit and he perks up.]

Y'r a good friend, Kei-chi.

[asano_san]

[Wow, that's... Yosuke's really out of it, isn't he?

He tries for a joke.]

Of course I am. And of course it took you this long to realize it.

What do you want to talk about?

[inthejunk]

S'mth'n nice. Whaddaya doing' lately?

[asano_san]

Working. Playing video games.

[Yes, his exciting life. But if Yosuke wants to hear a story...]

You know, the other day at work-

[Keigo launches into a spirited retelling of a guest who complained about the buffet food at a fancy dinner party and how one of the waitstaff who was quitting soon decided to get back at her.]

And then he says, [He has to stop because he's laughing too much.] He says, "I thought you wanted it rare!"

[inthejunk]

[That gets more of a blink and a lazy, doped up attempt at a grin than it does genuine amusement. But he's clearly trying. It's just tough to focus, dude.]

Hah...yeah. Gooddun.