( no more getting in my own way (that's a lie) )
“I hate cats.” Yosuke flopping dramatically, draping himself over Souji, is pretty much as dramatic as a cat seeking attention, although he’s not going to say so out loud at the moment. At least he made sure not to wrinkle any precious court documents. He’s being vaguely thoughtful in his desire for Souji to serve as a fainting couch.
“You do not hate cats,” he replies mildly, nonetheless responding to the desire for comfort and running his fingers through his partner’s hair. Yosuke sighs and goes boneless.
And then yawns. He’s not going to be able to keep his grudge going, which is good because Souji likes not being single with Yosuke. Then again, it’s easy not to take Yosuke’s hyperbolic statements of vendetta seriously; he’s usually bad at keeping them even when he desperately wants to, which is part of why Souji hadn’t taken his pursuit of the Mole so seriously. “I do when they make me run all over town and then fall off a building. At least the owner was appreciative in the form of thanks and extra cash,” he mutters.
Souji instantly starts checking him for wounds (seriously, despite being a detective you’d think he wouldn’t fall off a building again, Souji really really hated seeing him in the hospital the first time) and Yosuke chuckles into Souji’s thigh. “I’m fine, honest,” he mutters, already on the verge of drifting off right here and now, and Souji clucks his tongue, unimpressed.
“I’m concerned about your definition of fine, detective,” he responds. He can feel the smile.
( reconnecting, finally )
( making friends and enemies )
( blame yukiko for studying the golden castle and incorporating even more wacky architecture )
( some conversations are dangerous )
( it didn't work on Souji )
Main Points:
( seeing other people's Shadows is still uncomfortable even if they're getting used to it )
( witnessing fault to every pawn in the game )
( memories in cold decay )
??? Okay, anyone wanna explain to me why the Joker used a flower symbol of a yellow iris? The hanakotoba I’m getting from multiple sites are ‘loyalty, good news’, and occasionally some other positive things? The closest thing is maybe knowledge, like, seek enlightenment and after you find it I’ll take my revenge, or mayyybe at a stretch ‘finally my day of revenge has come, this is good news for me’, but, like??? From its place in the story I always kind of assumed it was a similar meaning to the orange lily.
( i played soldier; you played king )
( conversations with the dead )
( there's complexity there you hadn't considered )
Soon enough, he was all dressed up, and headed back down to the lobby, humming along with the songs playing and carrying his normal clothes in one hand. As usual, walking that slowly was utterly annoying, but he wasn't intending to put on a show of that kind today.
And there was a new guy standing in the lobby with an axe, covered in a hissing purplish blood, staring at him. He didn't seem to be making any moves, so Yosuke tried to appear as nonthreatening and normal as possible. “Hey, sorry, I'm consulting.” A wink and a friendly smile should do the trick.
“Did I walk in the wrong place? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure this is Angel Investigations…” Okay, friendly wasn't even doing it. This guy was really hard to please, seriously.
“Yeah, no, you haven't seen the weirdness of this place and you work here? You must be pretty oblivious.” Guys, you should probably turn back with the Monster Fan Club Member of the Year Trophy. There's clearly been a mistake here.
The guy nodded. Nothing to say to that, apparently.
“Oh, hey, Gunn.” The pretty lady was back to words again. And she turned to him, and yep, she was talking again. Cool. “What's with the outfit? Not that I'm one to ask other people about a change of clothes, but…”
“I'm going to do some Japanese magic to try to figure out that rock. No way a rock's winning.” At least she didn't mind a friendly smile. Or a wink.
A bunch of staring was getting him nowhere. And it might be a little dangerous, and reckless, and a bad idea, but it's not like he'd never had any of those before. He narrowed his eyes at the rock before getting up.
If any rock thought it could outsmart him with its illusionyness, it thought wrong. He would beat this thing if he had to throw all of his power at it. Now, he thought he'd grabbed it, where was it…
Aha! Orange cottony fabric, just what he'd been looking for. They wouldn't mind if his stuff got all over the place. He'd put it back eventually, and they were kind of on a deadline after all. He headed out of the office and smiled apologetically at the pretty lady. "Sorry, is there somewhere to change?"
She blinked, several times, and for a moment he wondered whether he'd managed to break her brain. Eventually, though, it restarted. "Uh, yeah, it's…" She pointed. A bit vague, but good enough.
He grinned at her. "Thanks."
She stared after him wordlessly. Bet that doesn't happen often. Not a bad record, if he had to say so himself.
( Chapter 4 )
( Chapter 3 )
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