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[protegge]

[the chorus of blondie's CALL ME, sung extremely poorly but with great enthusiasm]

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text; 6:25 Many Loops In

[petsthedog]

[Shinjiro probably should be doing something more productive, but he's feeling the fatalism in this Chili's tonight and he's just been staring at the ceiling at the Willow Inn for a few hours trying to get some sleep before the reset, which has been a complete failure.

His thoughts have been running on a bit of a loop themselves, various reflections and misgivings he can't seem to silence, and they only seem to get louder after the earthquake. Almost time to die again.

There's a few minutes of hesitation, then he opens up his contacts list on his bracer, and sends a message.]

hey
busy?

[protegge]

[In fairness, it's kind of hard not to feel the fatalism in this Chili's tonight. It's been a long, long, long few . . . periods of time that are starting to stop making sense, and Mista, for his part, has long sunk into the kind of no-sleep survival mode he's only lived in this long one time before.]

[He doesn't even know it. That's what sucks. It'll hit him in the back of the head later.]

[For now, he's walking back from the shrines again. They're comforting, just a little. And when he gets the message — look, he's still new to texting but he knows what that kind of text means. Something serious. Almost definitely.]

nah
heading back to the inn
meet you there?

[petsthedog]

[He hesitates for a minute, debating whether or not he really wants to do this in person. Honestly, he's not even sure what this is, he just needs to get some things out so they stop clawing at the gaps, the stretches of silence when he's not distracted from them.

Text is always easier to hide behind, but -- it's Mista. He's already seen the worst of what there is to see, from day one. What does he have left to hide, at this point?]

yeah
i've got a room

[protegge]

ok
comin up now, see ya in a sec

[He's got . . . oh, thirty seconds to ruminate on the fact that Shinjiro didn't blow him off meeting in person. That he didn't even expect it to happen. That he expected Shinji to see through the conversation he started.]

[What the fuck does that mean?]

[And then he's pushing the door to the inn open and thinking is done for now. He looks around for his friend, that prowling protective look on his face although he doesn't know it. He's always ready to fight whatever demons live inside Shinjiro's head.]

[petsthedog]

[In those handful of seconds, Shinjiro's managed to peel himself off the bed and drag himself out to the lobby to wait for Mista. His hands are in his pockets like usual, and -- well, he always looks tired, but there's something about him that looks like maybe all this is finally starting to get to even him, despite how cavalier he tends to be about his own life and the idea of death.]

Yo.

[He raises an arm in greeting, and almost immediately turns back toward the direction he came, expecting Mista to follow.]

S'this way.

[protegge]

[He looks like shit, Mista thinks upon seeing Shinjiro; and then, instinctively, That's good. He can't put his finger on why that thought occurs, and doesn't think to question it after another moment or two of pondering. Yeah, it's not good, but it's good — something like that.]

[Maybe. He'll see.]

[And he follows, of course. Wherever Shinjiro needs him. Up the stairs, and on the way up he cracks a joke—] If you need me to help hide a body I'm gonna kick your ass, man.