[ Looks like they're making strides. Granted, showing up in a place like Thesa Station and not getting accustomed to the various, otherworldly abilities and people sounded like a great way to die of heart failure. Though Richie only looks a few shades better than corpse-white right now anyway. Yusuke rolls back onto his heels, curling his legs up as he makes himself comfortable, apparently fine with a little sleep dep. ]
It's all right. Sleep seems very slow to find me tonight anyway.
[ Hence why he doesn't run back to his room now either, instead quietly tidying the table of some leftover cups, crumpled napkins, and other residual signs of a modest get-together. The clean-up was put off for the next morning, but it keeps his hands busy, and it seems a bit callous to leave right after Richie's knocked himself upside the head. And... y'know. The other stuff. There's a lot that he's really very dense about, but not that. ]
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It's all right. Sleep seems very slow to find me tonight anyway.
[ Hence why he doesn't run back to his room now either, instead quietly tidying the table of some leftover cups, crumpled napkins, and other residual signs of a modest get-together. The clean-up was put off for the next morning, but it keeps his hands busy, and it seems a bit callous to leave right after Richie's knocked himself upside the head. And... y'know. The other stuff. There's a lot that he's really very dense about, but not that. ]
—Was it a dream?