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[protegge]

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

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[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.