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[tricksune]

Who: Yusuke Kitagawa (tricksune) and co.
What: general catch-all, currently custom prompts only, but feel free to pm me if you'd like me to write you one!
When: march, possibly april
Where: various
Warning(s): will warn in threads

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[tricksune]

[ If anything's trespassing on his rest, it's the nightmare, not Akira. Yusuke curls up his legs, resting his chin on his knee to gaze down at him, heart still beating unpleasantly quick in his chest.

At least it means he doesn't have to rub away any sleepy-eyed bleariness, startled to full wakefulness in an instant. Since it seems that Akira might still be too sluggish to explain himself without a little prompting— ]

Did you get lost? [ It's asked with an uncommon wryness, for him. ] You have your own room now.

[ That can't be comfortable... ]

[larsenist]

[ With no great hurry, he readjusts his glasses on his face and pushes his hair around, though the overall effect stays about the same. (His flyaways are even worse than usual, half his locks in blatant revolt.)

His response is unhelpful at best. ]

I know.

[ He gingerly shifts his weight and crosses his legs under him (one of them unpleasantly full of pins and needles), both arms still propped on the bed as he peers up at his friend. ]

...Bad dream?

[ It's not really a question so much as an observation—he's paler than his sheets, far too alert for such an ungodly hour of the night (...morning?).

Akira doesn't pry any further, though. It's up to Yusuke if he wants to continue the subject. ]

[tricksune]

[ The perpetual bedhead is worse after bed, go figure. He's almost tempted to smooth out some of the cowlicks himself, but gazes up towards the ceiling instead, recollecting. ]

Yes. Something like that.

[ The details are too foggy to share, anyway. Just bits of a surreal, strange retelling of all the events so far, twisted from reality as dreams are wont to do—he remembers briefly having some faceless figure melt through his grip as he tries to pick them up, their bodies eaten by smog as what's left of it slips through his fingers and disappears completely.

...He remembers Richie startling awake on their couch for much the same reason once, and wonders if this might follow him into adulthood too. But for now, it's already a distant dream; he's starting to settle. Enough that he can reach out and straighten his glasses for him. There's really no saving his hair, alas. ]

What are you doing here?

[larsenist]

[ He blinks again, eyes remaining shut for a brief moment and expression involuntarily pinched as the plastic frames are gently realigned against the bridge of his nose and over the tops of his ears. (The sensation is... odd, almost ticklish.)

Of course he immediately fusses at his spectacles again when Yusuke finishes, for no real reason. ]

Thought I'd wake you up.

[ (He's been tossing and turning a lot in his sleep, lately, though Akira doesn't say it outright. Yusuke should already know.)

He huffs quietly and shakes his head. ]

...Didn't happen though.

[tricksune]

[ He ruins his hard work as soon as he's done. Unreasonable. Akira isn't the only one who can be difficult, and this time, he flicks his glasses down to the tip of his nose to give him a Look. ]

Perhaps because you need your rest too.

[ Really, he'd be okay. It's true he hasn't slept well lately, but he doubts anyone had gotten much restful shuteye while all those people were still missing. Yusuke doesn't sound especially stern though; it's nice not to startle awake to nothing, or be left alone with his own thoughts. ]

But I appreciate the sentiment, despite your failures.

[larsenist]

[ Now he's just being TOYED with. He shakes his head, displacing his glasses from his face and back onto the bed where they'd started. What now. ]

Maybe.

[ ...He'll take Yusuke's gratitude as a small victory, he supposes. Though it doesn't send him off to his own room any quicker. ]

...After you.

[ (He'll go back after Yusuke nods off again.) Until then he remains stubbornly affixed to the side of the bed. ]

[tricksune]

[ This actual child.....

Yusuke lets out a soft huff, either laughter or exasperation, flopping onto his back again. Maybe he won't spend a few hours staring at the ceiling this time—even if they don't talk things out explicitly, he feels more at ease. ]

If you insist.

[ Mona's rubbed off on him. ]

Good night, Akira.

[larsenist]

[ They've never really been the overly-talkative sort, plenty kept to themselves in any conversation, but they usually manage to find the same wavelength anyhow. Akira's weird enough to stare until he falls asleep, and Yusuke's equally strange enough not to care—or notice in the first place.

...He's reluctant to leave him (leave things the way they are). The reason is hard to pinpoint, easy to find excuses for—or maybe the other way around.

He sighs softly to no one at all, reaching over unthinkingly and tucking aside a wayward strand of hair from Yusuke's face, before he carefully uncrumples himself from the floor. ]

...Goodnight, Yusuke.