Game 041 [Written/Action] - Empty Room

[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua was used to empty space. For more years than he'd cared to count, it had been all he'd ever spent most of his time in. He didn't need friends. He didn't need companions.

Without his city, maybe he'd grown too attached to his Producer. That had to be what it was. The one bit of it all that stuck with him, even here. Even through all of it, Sanae was his one connection to what he was. To Neku, he was a friend. To Shiki, he was a bother. But to Hanekoma, he was the Composer, even here with no Shibuya to watch over. He'd said that if he ever found a way home, he'd be sure to bring Joshua with him. So was this an accident, or was that a lie?

Early Tuesday morning, a written message goes out over the journals. Joshua doesn't trust his voice right now. ]

Kat's Kradle is closed until further notice.

[ After that, he heads down the stairs, doesn't bother locking the front door, makes himself a cup of coffee, pulls a stool up to the bar, and sits. He doesn't drink the beverage. He just holds the cup in his hands and stares off into space blankly over the counter top. Not moving. Not thinking.

But there were a few things left behind, and at least one of them should be dealt with. So if the intended recipient doesn't show up at the formerly-a-cafe before the early evening, he's finally going to move and make his way to house 44, a note in his hand. ]

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[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua stays quiet. He doesn't do comfort well, not without empathy, not without sympathy and he can't allow himself either of those right now. His hand unconsciously drifts to one of the piles, the top paper of which is a drawing of his own Noise form he drew a few months ago. On the backside, hidden from view, words that he's already memorized replay in his head once more.

'Meanwhile, the Composer's situation has remained safe and stable. He remains in my company willingly'

He moves his hand away and starts to head back downstairs. ]

[demented-mama.livejournal.com]

[He couldn't have helped her. His silence is one of the few things she's grateful for right now. She doesn't want to talk. She doesn't want to be here anymore and she folds the paper up, slips it up along the long fold of her sleeve by her elbow.]

Thanks.

[And she carries herself a few steps in front of him because her chest and her stomach and Netherworld, her whole body feels sick and strung out. It's hitting her too strong and too now and what has been with this damn year.

She needs to get out of here.]

[neverplaysfair]

[ A soft noise to acknowledge the word, and nothing more. He follows without complaint. Joshua just needs time to himself right now. Being so close to people means he moves faster than he's used to. He's used to his own pace. Years had long since lost their meaning, but now he's in a world where months and days all matter again.

He's gotten too close to being human again.

He shouldn't miss Sanae this much. ]