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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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[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.