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The kids were demons, as most children are apt to be. And rather good at setting angels on fire and running away before being spotted. Whether or not this was good emotional reinforcement or not as not that pressing a detail. Babysitting does not mean to not promote work ethic and have them watch educational movies. It means keep them happy and 'under control'.

Check and check.

Luckily it didn't take them too long to pass out. Idly flipping his phone open to check what time it was, only to come face to face with 'one new voice message'. Hm? Two days ago? What was... eh not important. Accept message. Thirty seconds of silence while listening. And you can almost hear something crack in the universe.

Frozen. For a good ten minutes. Immediately trying to bring up his number, which is infinitely harder to do when your hands are shaking. Ring once, twice, thr--'we're sorry, this number has been disconnected'. Fuck. Maybe you hallucinated it. Replay the message? Yes. Same thing? Fuck. Go to the dorm and look for hi--wait can't I'm watching Miwako's kids. Wake them up? No no no no that would just make things worse. Biting on one of his nails and pacing momentarily. Try to keep focus come on come on there's something you're missing here, right? He wouldn't just up and leave like that, right?

Twenty minutes of listening to it nonstop to try and find something - anything - and there's... nothing. Just finality. At which point he just falls into the nearest chair and stares at the ground blankly.

And remaining there, unmoving, for the next few hours or so.

There's the vague realization that the whole reason he can't relax is probably because he's in mental shock, but the thought just... doesn't register. Slipping through and disappearing before ever leaving an imprint. But what else can I do it's already happened and running his mind through hundreds of worse-case scenarios but none of them really seem to click. What's the point it's not like it matters. Just sitting and holding his head in his hands because the message isn't playing anymore but I can still hear it playing over and over like some damned curse and _{oh god this can't be happening this can't be happening...}

Oh Suki, why must you do this to meeeee

( Answers done IC )

As the title would have it. Self explanatory, but I guess I owe you guys a bit better than that.

I have been a curled up ball of depression for a while - as those parties involved should already know why - and it's been killing my motivation with the enthusiasm of a coked-up bouncer strangling a puppy. Keeping myself actually CARING about what people say is impossible, let alone getting up enough energy to tag. On top of that, I just got a job and still trying to get into the swing of it, so it might make for a good distraction to get my mind off things.

So, I'm dropping from the face of the Earth for a month or so. You'll move on with life I assume.

On that note, I apologize for the dropped threads in the previous post for the aforementioned status above. Seeing as a month is cruel as backtags go, even for me the great queen whore of backtags, I shall give a run-down as much as I can while still being a vague foreshadow-y jerk to my own plots:

Shoving Miwako back into her new body was a success, no problems anywhere, save for the fact he KO'd in a coma no less than two minutes later. And for the sake of convenience, will remain in that state until whence I returned. Seeing as WHO it was he passed out in front of, "he" in the sense of just his body was dragged off to Miwako's dorm and is being kept there until I feel like changing it. Expect most people to get shoo'd out by the overprotective tits in three seconds or less.

Aside from that, you might still randomly see him through the mall. But always through the corner of your eye, or in a way that makes you double-take, but afterwards there's nothing there. Or you'll hear his voice speaking to you, but there's no one else that hears it. Clearly you're hallucinating right~?

And I'm not telling you guys about my evil plots until later, so deal with it.

Annnnd that's all. If you must contact me, either you already know how to track me down or leave an LJ message if you don't. Now then, I'm off to go freeze to death.

>>End PSA

You guys ever have one of those weeks? Where Murphy's Law becomes godly and everything that can go wrong does. And HOW.

Which might be part of the reason he's half-asleep on the table, one arm hanging off the table and the other one being used to bury his face into. And even without that, it's easy enough to notice it looks like he hasn't slept in... well, a week. But it seems more like a physical inability to rest rather than any conscious effort on his part.

Of course, anyone with the eyes for it could notice that he's supporting another soul on top of his own, which probably isn't helping in the least. But it probably answers why he's been missing for a week. Or seems completely inclined not to move from his spot half-sprawled on said table. Or why all of the demons have given up on moving him from there.

Maybe you'd have better luck?

[Sorry about the delay, being about a half-hour or so after he hung up on you. But as per the modus operandi of someone that direct about most things, there's no warning save for the click of the door handle as it's swung open and shut almost immediately afterwards. The person responsible for it merely leaning on it afterwards with a sigh. Circles under his eyes and a bit paler than usual, no thanks to a certain avatar, but still more worried about the depressed superior. Priorities are priorities after all...

So a second to regain composure, cool and collected as ever, and walking into the room towards where the other would most likely be sitting on the bed and wibbling at nothing. As usual.]

Sir...?

[It took a while to actually track down a door that lead to Port Island station. Or at least one that didn't have gravity apply in multiple directions at once. Even longer of a while to get away from the crazed superior and leave a note to bring his stalker tendencies elsewhere. But overall, it was relatively easy to abandon his suit for the same casual get-up he wore in the winter seasons two years ago. At a glance, you'd almost swear he was alive. Which miiiight be a good thing considering walking though that door would be breaking every rule he has to obey in existence and thensome, but that's okay. We have a bigger problem right now.]

[Was her room on the left or right side of the hall? Hell if I remember. Flip a coin? No, that'd be embarrassing if she walks out while doing so. Let's just knock on the door on the right and hope it's the right one then. Please be the right one ffff-]

BECAUSE I AM THAT BORED

Give me a character or two with a one word prompt, and I'll write you exactly one sentence OR a drabble inspired by that word starring that character/those characters that you request. SMTDR characters are allowed for this!

~~There you won are you happy now Jac?~~

[Well, not really a bar since it's just one of the random restaurants in the mall. A particularly empty one. Which actually makes it perfect for the topic of the upcoming discussion. Already been almost two months and it's still hard to hear certain people say his first name, let alone knowing about the whole Erebus thing. And there's still parts that even the boss doesn't know, and now having to sit down and speak to a literal god about it?

Well, not like anyone would ever tell past the poker face, but it's certainly unnerving as all hell. Nerves were shot just thinking about it... But it was expected. Inevitable someone would call him out, actually. Just gotta be thankful that this case is with someone who wouldn't need that much in-depth explanation to. Try and think of it as practice for the next time someone demands answers?

...

Nope, still panicked. Fucking great. But at least there's a cup of coffee to drown away his paranoia with caffeine. It works well enough. Now where is that guy...]

[Why did you even say yes. WHY. At least Thanatos had enough tact to make himself scarce the past few days. ... Though that could've always been out of anger. No helping it now. There's only... what. Three days? Four tops? And one of the demons was more than happy to help pick out a dress for the fashion-inept zombie. Just a simple blue silk one with turquoise butterflies, but hey it worked. And god knows how much the boss would appreciate the cleavage window. Sigh.

Now the only problem was to figure out where to meet Mitsuru. Never really hit him until after the fact they'd need to rendezvous somewhere... Nice attention to detail there, self. Idle thoughts while sitting on the bed and picking at the silver polish adorning his nails. Maybe it would be better to wait outside? But that involves the risk of going and beating up a Demi-God instead of actually waiting. Decisions decisions...]

[He brought one of the foxes home. Probably while he was asleep. Sneaky bastard. But the scolding can be handwaved in lieu of the more pressing matter of Naoto's short strand of text messages on how the little tweak seemed to be fond of trying to murder shadows. Being an adorable woodland creature only covers so much. Carrying a bad of random things from the pharmacy and unlocking the door with the other, half-expecting to find blood all over the walls or some other Worst Case Scenario. Disaster area do not want.]

... Naoto?

[How long was it this time? Over a day at least. Not as bad is it could have been, but it still hurt like hell. ...And still did, really. Didn't help that every ten minutes or so, a loud beeping noise from a cell phone announcing to the world there was a new voice mail. Every time it went off it made him cringe, which didn't help in the least with the constant pain. Could always go back to sleep... but no. So in those ten minute intervals of silence, he stayed on the futon lying on his one side, somewhat curled up on himself in a reflex to his nerves. One hand covering his right eye and staring blankly at how the skin on his other hand seemed a few shades grayer than usual. That's... not a good sign. Where was he anyway...?]

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Screened, anon, IPs hidden, all that fun stuff. You know how it works bitches.

► Threadhopping with this character - yes/no/maybe so?: I APPROVE OF THREAD NINJAS. GO NUTS

► Backtagging with this character - yes/no/maybe so?: FFFFFFF YES DOITDOITDOIT I THRIVE ON BACKTAGS. I can keep one thread going for over a week as long as the thread doesn't seem finished.

► Hugging this character?: You'll probably get frostbite and he'll probably twitch. Otherwise go for it.

► Giving this character a kiss?: Same as above. Just with more spazzing.

► Punching this character: Go ahead! Most of the time he'll just o_o, but keep in mind he will probably VOID YOUR EXISTENCE without even trying.

► Is there anything ought not be mentioned near this character?: Erebus or Nyx earns twitching. Making the boss emo earns >:[. But mun says ANYTHING GOES~ as long as you keep in mind of the aforementioned IC reactions and all that fun stuff.

► Is there anything you need us to know about interacting with this character? Special physical features, fighting abilities, STUFF: He's an Assistant, and for anyone who's ever fought Elizabeth or Margaret, you will know how much they HURT. He's not likely to go around picking fights with people but it's good to mention. Also apologies in advance to anyone attempting physical contact. Since, you know, he's -2°C / 28.4°F on average. Just a tiiiiiiiny bit self-conscious.

► Anything else, please mention here: ~~NOT A WAIFU~~ Never say he's dating Ryoji to his face. He'll brainbreak for a few minutes before flipping out.

-- Also as a side note until I finish the TL;DR history thing; he doesn't want to use his real name until he has to die again, WALKING CORPSE LOL, and half of his soul is still pinned to the wall between Nyx and Erebus. So whenever the Nightmare Fuel Goat starts acting up, he still feels it. Not too often but it's always bad. Like, mindfuck + heart attack + seizure all in one happy little package. Good luck if you're around when it happens.