Game 053 [Voice]

[neverplaysfair]

[ The picture in the feed is a rather disgruntled Joshua, sopping wet and with a towel draped haphazardly on his head. ]

Let it never be said that the Malnosso are inhospitable. Of all the places to be left out in the rain, they deposited me on my very own roof. [ Dramatic sigh. ] The least they could have done was given me a ladder to get down.

Well then, who wants to let me know what I've missed?

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[action]

[idealism]

[Despite the fact that Joshua seemed like he didn't want to see him, Tsuzuki takes the open door as a sign that he ought to come in.]

Are you upstairs?

[Picking the pot up and politely stepping out of his shoes once he enters, Tsuzuki decides it's best to leave the food in the kitchen.]

[action]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Oh, it's Tsuzuki. Right. Josh is so used to Neku just showing up when something's up that he's used to just letting him in. Well, it's not like it really matters. He's got his phone and his gun on him, even if he's exhausted that should be enough to defend himself should it be necessary. ]

Yeah. In my room.

[ ... Stupid habits. Tsuzuki doesn't know which one is his room. Whatever. ]

[action]

[idealism]

[It's actually the first time Tsuzuki's been allowed into his home, so he feels a little out of place. His whole body language reveals he expects to be thrown out at any second, even as he makes his way up the stairs.]

[He ends up looking between the two doors, lost.]

Left or right?

[action]

[neverplaysfair]

Right.

[ He's sitting on his bed with his back up against the wall. Several features are readily noticeable once Tsuzuki walks in. In the middle of the room is a stool and easel with a nice collection of paints and brushes nearby. Painted on the wall behind him is a white skeletal Reaper wing with grey feathered wings around it. All around the room, both hung up and stacked, are many paintings of a city. The back wall has text spray painted on it, but it's obscured beneath the paintings on the wall. ]

[action]

[idealism]

Wow.

[His gaze roams across the wall, not really believing what he sees. When he finally focuses on Joshua, he's close to having forgotten what he came for, thanks to the pictures. He takes a few, tentative steps closer.]

You've painted these?

[action]

[neverplaysfair]

I have. Everyone does something with their free time here.

[action]

[idealism]

I didn't know you were such an artist.

[He'll just go straight over to the nearest one and admire it a bit closer.]

[action]

[neverplaysfair]

[ It's an alleyway with stores lining either side of the street. Though the shops and buildings themselves are clear and detailed, there's an odd lack of distinction about the people passing each other on the street. ]

It's a skill I picked up.

I'm noticing a distinct lack of food here.