candybox | OPEN POST: Yusuke Kitagawa (Fox)

[sometimes, it just takes a nice cup of coffee and a plate of curry on a cold winter's day to draw a bit of inspiration.

or maybe akira's just getting a little kitchen practice in leblanc while sojiro runs around the corner to get cigarettes. yusuke gets a free meal today, leader's treat. though as he sets down the plate in front of yusuke's spot at the counter, he glances towards the door.

oh.]

...It started snowing.

[well, that could draw a different sort of inspiration, he supposes.]

[On a pleasant* November day, here in pleasant** Shinjuku station, Yusuke is approached by a pleasant*** boy.]

Hello there, Kitagawa-san. I thought I saw you over here. Doing some people-watching?

[FOOTNOTES:
* It is not pleasant, it's cold and awful and the weather is so dry that breathing is less like inhaling air and more like the air on the outside is just sucking out any moisture you might have wanted in your lungs.
** Shinjuku station is also not pleasant, it's a horrible labyrinth and there's always a gajillion people and construction detours everywhere, all the time.
*** It's possible I just don't know what pleasant means]

[Kushi doesn't want to intrude, but she can't help noticing what he's painting as she walks by. She hopes she doesn't startle him.]

Excuse me, but your work is lovely.

That doesn't look like a person at all. It's all pointy.

[ IT'S A CRITIC. Just gonna STICK HER FINGER RIGHT HERE IN THE STILL-WET PAINT to point at what she's talking about. ]

Do you have pointy eyes that only see pointy things? It's all like that. I don't like it.

[Morgana has a proposition for Yusuke. A proposition so big, in fact, that he's badgered Joker about it for the past week about the next time Yusuke's coming to Leblanc.

Alone, that is. As logical as it would be to ask him when the thieves convened upstairs, or even in Mementos, he's... well, not embarrassed, but it's a delicate subject, okay! He can't allow anyone to overhear! Not even Joker!

That, too, was logical up until the point Yusuke arrived and now he's been struggling with a way to break the ice. Sat on a stool at the bar, he's grumbling out meows at high speed, along with frequent sighs. Even the dish of fish Joker left behind before heading out to do laundry has been untouched.]

Yusuke? I uh. [Come on Morgana! You can do this!] I need a favour--!!

[actually it comes out so fast it sounds more like "i need fur".

he tried.]

[ standing in front of 'Desire', Mary appears to be quite transfixed by the painting, gazing at it with avid attention. She reaches out to tug on the sleeve of the person nearest to her. ]

Hey, what are those red things supposed to be? [ and without waiting for an answer: ] They're rose petals, right?

[Daria had an appreciation for art, sure. But it became more apparent when she found her best friend. Her best friend, the artist. Because of her, it was easy to say she appreciated art a bit more. Was she some super mega artist or critic, no. She didn't care to be that way. But in this gallery, her friend's art was indeed set up. She really came for her friend, but whenever Jane had to go off she was left alone to wander. That was when she found "Desire". She began looking at it.

Hm.]

[After things with Phantom Thieves wrapped up, things went back to normal. Or... as normal as they could be. Akira's parents weren't ecstatic to have him back, especially with an addition in form of a cat, but after getting a detailed explanation from the police that his slate is clean, things seemed to be looking up.

It felt odd not waking up in Sojiro's cafe, staring at the cobweb and cold breeze from a window. But also, he was glad he could come back and hang 'Desire and Hope' somewhere where spiders won't crawl all over it. Right above his desk.
All the trinkets he got from his friends were now locked in a small treasure chest. The likes that pirates use. Morgana nagged how the chest reminded him too much of Ryuji, but it made Akira smile.

But still, it wasn't the same. He wanted to see them- all of them, again. Spend lots of times just sitting around, talking about everything and nothing. Have Yusuke see aesthetics in everything they do- from grocery shopping to planting trees.

His friend has been a lot on his mind recently. Aside from the painting that makes him think of him whenever he walks in the room when he's going to school and doing chores, he wonders if he's properly eating. If he has enough money for everything. Morgana even called him out on it, calling him a worrywart but, compared to rest of the thieves, Yusuke is the one acting more on impulse. Spending money on new art book instead of on food.

When Akira's worrying became annoying, Morgana decided that enough was enough.

Now, the Phantom Thief's leader is sitting at his desk, claw scratch across his nose, typing a message to Yusuke.]

1/2: Golden Week is starting soon. Would you like to come and visit me?
2/2: If you're free, of course.

[For a few moments, Ryuji stands outside the planetarium's entrance with a look of obvious worry stricken across his features. It's a Saturday night- the Saturday night- that they're supposed to meet here and.

He can't even finish that sentence mentally. Deep breath.

It's Saturday night, 7:55 PM, and in 5 minutes, he's supposed to meet Yusuke for a date. He doesn't really know what dating is supposed to be like; he thinks that there's some magical lecture he missed out on (or slept through, let's be real here) about all of this. Some adage of wisdom, like making sure he holds the door open for the other, doesn't talk about himself too much, listens to Yusuke when he talks. All those little things that someone with experience would probably have walking into this. He feels like he's doing a paint-by-numbers in the eyes of great artists before him. Or, as the time suggests as it turns 7:58 PM, after him.

To think that he didn't feel this incredibly nervous when the suggestion came up, but now, with sweaty palms, he wonders if something's happened. Or is going to happen. Did Yusuke get lost on the way? Maybe he found something more interesting on the walk over and decided to take its aesthetics in over the promise of spending the night here with Ryuji. He... well, he has every right to.

Owch. That one hurts to think about.

Hands in the pocket of his jacket, he leans up against the wall and looks up at the city skyline. No stars here, that's for sure. But just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they're not there. And for better or worse, he hopes that Yusuke can find the same sort of qualities within Ryuji. Shit. It's stupid to be this worked up over seeing him.]

Ugh... man, just be patient for once.

[ It had taken a request to Justine and Caroline, since Haru had been a bit too concerned that she wasn't going to remember any kind of promise made once they woke up from this shared dream. And that was fine-- if nothing else, they can do this now.

Which is why she's approaching Yusuke now, her arms filled with a load of tulle and lace, smiling hopefully. ]

Yusuke, if you have a moment... would you like to join me for a few ballet moves?

So since I have no idea what to write, I've relied on rng and the random scenario meme. I may wind up editing this later if I can think of something on my own. XD Gonna sleep on it. But this written is so that I also don't forget!

I got: 2-11 Worst Nightmare
1-13 Fight for Honor
4-19 Healing

[It's normal for humans to talk to themselves. It's also normal for them to do so while weighing options. What doesn't seem as normal is how the person keeps talking to themself as if it's a matter of life or, well, life. Getting a closer look-see, they confirm that the voice is a man's, and then they look to what's in the man's hands.

[...Art books? Ah.. the price tags....]

...Are you alright? I couldn't help but overhear you talking to yourself.

[They offer him a gentle, red rose-painted smile. While they have a sort of disguise on, the glamor is only to hide the pointed taper of their ears and make their skin appear to be warmer than it really is. They have a casual sort of style to their clothes, neck adorned by a simple choker and body clad in reserved colors with the odd vibrant splash of a pattern at the bottom hem. The crop of their lilac hair almost hides the piercings in their left ear.

[But who knows how astute a Phantom Thief's perception is to the supernatural? Not that Fay suspects anything at all of the human before them.]

[It was Golden Week, and Yusuke had decided to spend it in Ren's company. While he didn't quite turn up on his doorstep unannounced, he did message him only the night before with the intention of visiting -- in other words, he invited himself over more than being invited. Fortunately, Ren accepted, and Ren's parents were obliging, and thus it was that Yusuke managed to strong-arm his way into a week long visit.

He had agreed to meet him outside the station after the train arrived, a small suitcase of worldly possessions and a blank canvas carried under one arm. When he spots his friend, his smile brightens and he makes a beeline over.]

It's truly wonderful to see you again, Ren.

While no job for the Phantom Thieves was simple there had been no indication that this would go unlike any other. They had been tracking a night club owner that was connected to some thefts in the area a Mr. Hei Xiong. They had infiltrated his palace. It was modeled after an old-fashioned market district with stalls and stores.

Everything had been going smoothly until this enemy. It looked like a massive Oni, a large club in hand. It had managed to hit the entire party in one powerful swing knocking them all down. It did some considerable damage with just that first swing and a second was likely to put them near to death. It wasn't the sort of enemy they could take head-on at their level of power.

As it raised its club into the air it looked like this might be it, but suddenly there was the plink of a rock hitting the horned behemoth straight in the head.

The Oni's eyes shifted to a sight the others would be able to look and see. A girl about their age. She had brown hair and brown eyes, and appeared to be wearing the uniform of a school not too far away. It was an all girl's boarding school.

In her hands she had gathered rock debris off the ground and was chucking it at the creature's head. She looked terrified, yet she was doing this anyway.

It seemed to work as a distraction because the Oni was running straight for her. Which, considering it didn't look like she even had a persona, was pretty bad.

The girl took a deep breath and then ran forward, running under the Oni's legs to get some distance. She hoped this was the right idea and that these people would be able to get up.

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Sorry for making you wait! also for the long... set up ;;

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tutu time

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Ren / chainlinks