[... Ruin..? Goro had every right to be worried about his friend earlier, he has the right to be worried now. But he'll not press it, keeping conversation light.]
Document evidence of trespassing? You'd make a poor thief, Akira. I'd catch you in an instant.
[Honestly. He flexes his fingers idly, spotting a stairwell at the end of the wing.]
Though if we were going to, taking pictures of the view outside would be a nice reminder. There's hardly a person that's been in here sense it was closed down, I imagine, so it wouldn't be easy to recognize.
[ As Goro is yammering his mouth off like he usually does, Akira just takes out his phone and holds it up high to get a good angle of them. There's the corner of some leaves, dusty tarp, and some cobwebs, but at least they look great. You know the best thing about glasses is that they mask panda circles.
No warning, he takes a couple of photos. Sorry if you come out looking funny cause you're in the middle of talking. He does consider that, which is why he took a couple rather than one. ]
[ He wants to agree and talk about the sunset, how it reminds him of the few moments he had with his family in the countryside, but... He's too busy squinting at this white blob? Is it a dust mote? That's what Goro said, right? ]
... Are you sure?
[ Because as he progresses through the several photos, it does seem to take form. It's almost humanoid in shape. ]
[... Hoped you liked feeling your hand once upon a time. Far off memory now. Goro's trying to resist the urge to run, to hide, and it manifests in some pretty bad shakes; he ends up half-curling into Akira's shoulder, blowing out.]
There's-- there's no such things as ghosts. And even there was, Robin Hood take care of them.
[Reasoning, reasoning. There's a chilly wind blowing at Akira's neck; draft or ghost?]
[ While he's enjoying the atmosphere and thrill very much, he finds himself overwhelmed with concern for his friend instead. Whatever fun he had dissipates as he loses circulation in his hand. Usually, he would press on, but the signs are not good. Hoping to console Goro, he places... Or attempts to play with his hand to keep him occupied. ]
It's getting dark. [ If they want to leave when there's still light out, they should head out now. ] Maybe we should leave and try this out another day with more people.
[ Cause Jesus Christ he felt that chill run by his neck and it makes his hair stand on end. Deep breaths, steady your heart—he really wants to venture some more, but... Yes. The weight against his shoulder tells him he should consider the team. ]
Come on. Let's go.
[ With a little nudge and tiny turn, they're heading back to the main lobby only to hear the sound of some door creak. ]
[That's a good distraction, yes, an embarrassing one but it's good. He feels guilt sweep through him ("You always ruin good times, don't you Goro. He was so excited too.") but follows, gaze downcast.]
I'm sorry--
[whatever thought he'd been about to speak is interrupted by the door creak and he pauses in his step, mind clouding with spectors and spooks, a horror movie on repeat. He actually quite likes the horror genre? But games, real life-- it's better in fiction.
Goro glances around for the source, speaking quietly. Both so his voice isn't noticeably trembly and because he doesn't want whatever it is to hear him.]
[ It's all right. They're by themselves, so embarrassing distractions are okay. He even swings their hands back and forth to make all of this seem silly. It's just an empty museum. ]
I would say front.
[ Because they can see from the lobby that it's slightly open for some reason, as if telling them to just leave. It may just be the short gust that opened it. The doors have worn down over time, after all. It's really... Nothing to worry about. Even if there's another shrill creak from upstairs—IT'S FINE. Out the door they go! How nice, Recolle is on the verge of dusk. ]
[Awesome. Wonderful. Goro's letting go of Akira's hand to fit the chains back around the handles of the door, lock this evil away.]
... Well. That was exciting. I'm certain it was some kind of wild animal, though... All I could think about were those humanoid monsters that could climb the walls.
[ At least that's what he's comparing it to, though he does remember several exorcist movies where the possessed can scale the walls. There's also Arachno-Man, but he's entirely different. ]
It is likely an animal as you said. This place would be a fine nest for several critters.
[ But how would they get in? Mice are definitely not heavy or loud enough to prompt creaks and opening doors. The reasoning marquees pretty quickly in Akira's thought bubble, but a loud noise deep within the building pops it completely. ]
Yeah... I don't think I would be happy about someone breaking into my home.
[ Forest! Forest. They're traversing the great and beautifully illuminated sunset kissed city to find their rightful place for a late night picnic. They really ran late and it finally hits Akira when they find a nice that's still close to civilization with open space.
They were supposed to watch it?? There's at least some light out so he can splay the little quilt. ]
The dumplings are probably cold by now, but I also packed some sandwiches. At least the miso soup should be all right? Since it's in a thermos.
[ Watch him just take out a fuckton of shit out of his bag. There's also the obvious dessert container with the sweets Goro asked for. ]
[... Holy shit, that's a lot. Goro's flattered? And-- there, his sweets, he is resisting the urge to immediately grab them and instead sneakily scooting closer to take them instead. The lack of their sunset doesn't seem to bother him.]
You made so much... I'm sure it's fine, Akira, I simply can't wait to try it. Did you cook away your nervousness or something?
[HE'S ONLY JOKING, OF COURSE, but that'd be cute. His bubble's got hearts again. Food..!]
[ Scratching his cheek, maybe he had the thought in mind to make enough for more than two people now that he lives in Mochi house. ]
Some of my housemates were munching on a couple, so I guess I made more than intended.
[ Now that their little picnic is set up, he pulls out the empty mason jars that they're going to catch these fireflies in. How the hell are they going to dip their dumplings in sauce when it's almost dark out? No fear. Akira brings out a battery-powered lantern, too.
[This has gone from touching to embarrassing. It feels like a real date. Which it is..? There's still so much to think about though, no matter if those two are right.
... It's still weird to think that Goro'd wanted to ask him out to do just this, and they still ended up doing it even though it hadn't been sent to the right person... Ah, be still his beating heart.]
I don't suppose you have music prepared for our picnic as well?
[ Good friends have nice dates together. Just the underlying feelings would be different, young detective. Akira finally settles onto the quilt, ready to dig in, but is interrupted by a half-assed question.
Uhm. Pulling out his phone, he flips through the music tab and plays a song (Beneath the Mask)?? ]
[This kid has had all of one close friend in his life and it was Haru, his knowledge in things that good friends do is not wide. He settles too, ready to dig in himself, and... oh.]
... I was only joking, you know.
[What a solemn song?? But it's pretty regardless, and he does seem to appreciate it.]
[ It's okay... Akira doesn't know any better, either. They can be stinted in this experience together. He arches an eyebrow at Goro like is it because of his taste in music? WHAT IS WRONG?? Fine. He'll pause his music.
IS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? ]
Shall I sing you something, then?
[ Maybe he should call Yusuke just to get him to sing for them. ]
[jesus christ that's taking him by surprise, laughter bursting loudly out of him. He shakes, pressing a hand to his mouth to try and keep it all inside. His thoughts are betraying him, of course, hearts and bubbles filling the cloud like champagne as he turns his face away to cough.]
That's-- You have quite the voice, Akira. You're truly a threat to my health.
[ DOn'T LAUGh? Now he sputters, smiling to himself in order to keep himself from laughing, but he ends up doing it anyway. God. The things he does just for a kick out of life. ]
Baby, I'm sorry. [ Yes, he's going to continue. ] I'm not sorry.
[God, if he doesn't want to kiss him. But Goro keeps it tucked to himself, pushing Akira with his hand as his laughter continues. He shouldn't. No matter how much he wants to, or how much he admitted to Sena about Akira's possible want of it, his memories are a firm anchor against it.]
Stop, stop, you're going to kill me! [by being so cute, mostly] Miss Velveteen won't forgive you if her lead detective dies!
[Not that he really will die, but his chest is squeezing tight enough for it.]
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Document evidence of trespassing? You'd make a poor thief, Akira. I'd catch you in an instant.
[Honestly. He flexes his fingers idly, spotting a stairwell at the end of the wing.]
Though if we were going to, taking pictures of the view outside would be a nice reminder. There's hardly a person that's been in here sense it was closed down, I imagine, so it wouldn't be easy to recognize.
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No warning, he takes a couple of photos. Sorry if you come out looking funny cause you're in the middle of talking. He does consider that, which is why he took a couple rather than one. ]
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Akira. Please listen to me for once.
[... no see the infuriating thing is that he's highly photogenic so even the "weird" ones look really good.]
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[ Why are you being so rude? Akira is confused by how good Goro looks in all of these. Question marks everywhere, but that's okay. ]
I read that there's a small balcony where you might spot some spirits below. Maybe we can take a picture of the view from there? Capturing the sunset—
[ But Akira squints because... There's this white blob kind of behind them in the photo. Hm. ]
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[... But Akira's preoccupied with something on his phone? Goro peers over too, stiffening instantly, grip tight.]
... Dust mote, [but it's a whisper, like there's something there anyway.] It's just a dust mote or something like that. A large one.
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... Are you sure?
[ Because as he progresses through the several photos, it does seem to take form. It's almost humanoid in shape. ]
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There's-- there's no such things as ghosts. And even there was, Robin Hood take care of them.
[Reasoning, reasoning. There's a chilly wind blowing at Akira's neck; draft or ghost?]
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It's getting dark. [ If they want to leave when there's still light out, they should head out now. ] Maybe we should leave and try this out another day with more people.
[ Cause Jesus Christ he felt that chill run by his neck and it makes his hair stand on end. Deep breaths, steady your heart—he really wants to venture some more, but... Yes. The weight against his shoulder tells him he should consider the team. ]
Come on. Let's go.
[ With a little nudge and tiny turn, they're heading back to the main lobby only to hear the sound of some door creak. ]
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I'm sorry--
[whatever thought he'd been about to speak is interrupted by the door creak and he pauses in his step, mind clouding with spectors and spooks, a horror movie on repeat. He actually quite likes the horror genre? But games, real life-- it's better in fiction.
Goro glances around for the source, speaking quietly. Both so his voice isn't noticeably trembly and because he doesn't want whatever it is to hear him.]
... Which door do you think that was?
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I would say front.
[ Because they can see from the lobby that it's slightly open for some reason, as if telling them to just leave. It may just be the short gust that opened it. The doors have worn down over time, after all. It's really... Nothing to worry about. Even if there's another shrill creak from upstairs—IT'S FINE. Out the door they go! How nice, Recolle is on the verge of dusk. ]
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... Well. That was exciting. I'm certain it was some kind of wild animal, though... All I could think about were those humanoid monsters that could climb the walls.
[God, they were gross.]
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[ At least that's what he's comparing it to, though he does remember several exorcist movies where the possessed can scale the walls. There's also Arachno-Man, but he's entirely different. ]
It is likely an animal as you said. This place would be a fine nest for several critters.
[ But how would they get in? Mice are definitely not heavy or loud enough to prompt creaks and opening doors. The reasoning marquees pretty quickly in Akira's thought bubble, but a loud noise deep within the building pops it completely. ]
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It seems there's a definite reasoning behind those ghost tours only being on the outside... whatever lives inside wouldn't like visitors.
[Whether it be a fucking bear or whatever.]
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[ Forest! Forest. They're traversing the great and beautifully illuminated sunset kissed city to find their rightful place for a late night picnic. They really ran late and it finally hits Akira when they find a nice that's still close to civilization with open space.
They were supposed to watch it?? There's at least some light out so he can splay the little quilt. ]
The dumplings are probably cold by now, but I also packed some sandwiches. At least the miso soup should be all right? Since it's in a thermos.
[ Watch him just take out a fuckton of shit out of his bag. There's also the obvious dessert container with the sweets Goro asked for. ]
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You made so much... I'm sure it's fine, Akira, I simply can't wait to try it. Did you cook away your nervousness or something?
[HE'S ONLY JOKING, OF COURSE, but that'd be cute. His bubble's got hearts again. Food..!]
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[ Scratching his cheek, maybe he had the thought in mind to make enough for more than two people now that he lives in Mochi house. ]
Some of my housemates were munching on a couple, so I guess I made more than intended.
[ Now that their little picnic is set up, he pulls out the empty mason jars that they're going to catch these fireflies in. How the hell are they going to dip their dumplings in sauce when it's almost dark out? No fear. Akira brings out a battery-powered lantern, too.
... He has a lot of things in his bag. ]
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... It's still weird to think that Goro'd wanted to ask him out to do just this, and they still ended up doing it even though it hadn't been sent to the right person... Ah, be still his beating heart.]
I don't suppose you have music prepared for our picnic as well?
[He's joking, please don't take him seriously.]
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Uhm. Pulling out his phone, he flips through the music tab and plays a song (Beneath the Mask)?? ]
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... I was only joking, you know.
[What a solemn song?? But it's pretty regardless, and he does seem to appreciate it.]
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IS IT NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? ]
Shall I sing you something, then?
[ Maybe he should call Yusuke just to get him to sing for them. ]
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DAMMIT.]
You wouldn't.
[Would he?]
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Baby girl, what's your name? Lemme talk to you. Let me buy you a drink~♫
[ At least he picked an awful song just for fun. ]
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That's-- You have quite the voice, Akira. You're truly a threat to my health.
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Baby, I'm sorry. [ Yes, he's going to continue. ] I'm not sorry.
[ Okay, he needs to Stop. ]
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Stop, stop, you're going to kill me! [by being so cute, mostly] Miss Velveteen won't forgive you if her lead detective dies!
[Not that he really will die, but his chest is squeezing tight enough for it.]
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