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[enteloki]

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[enteloki]

Jazz Jin?

I've gone once with Akira - it's pleasant. The owner is also the bartender and he's quite entertaining.

You'll enjoy it. Please give him my regards.

[placation]

Bartender? Are you drinking? I told you I wanted to buy you your first drink!

[enteloki]

I couldn't help myself. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was passed out in a ditch.

I'm joking, of course.

While he sells alcoholic beverages, I always choose the non-alcoholic ones. They're fairly colorful and the flavors mix well.

[placation]

Thank goodness! You scared me for a minute... "( – ⌓ – )

It's all the way in Kichijoji. Do you want me to pick up anything for you while I'm out there?

[enteloki]

No, though if you want to pick up anything for yourself, I would suggest it. The area has many newly established businesses and plenty of vendors to eat at.

You don't need to worry about me - I'm self-sufficient.

[A beat, and-]

For the most part.

Stop making that face.

[HE CAN PREDICT THE LOOK.]

[placation]

I'm not making a face!

[ He was definitely making a face. ]

I know that you're mostly self-sufficient. And I know that I don't need to get you anything. I just want to!

You'll never be too old for a little treat ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[ Is he being embarrassing on purpose now because Akechi called him out on his face. Yes. Maybe. Yeah. ]

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[enteloki]

[enteloki]

[He does want a little treat.]

Then I challenge you to find something new. An item or food that neither of us has seen or eaten before - please get two.

You'll have to search for some time, but I'm confident you can manage.

[placation]

I'm going to be out all night! That's almost an impossible task! I'll fall asleep on the last train home and wind up in Ikebukuro!!!

[enteloki]

You can find an internet or manga cafe to sleep in.

Have you ever done that before? It's an interesting experience.

[placation]

When I was a much younger man, yes, occasionally...

Wait. Have you?

[enteloki]

Yes, once.

Or perhaps twice.

Not of my own choice, of course. It's not an ideal situation and I don't particularly like the chairs or bedding. It's all uncomfortable, but well-

Things happen, I suppose.

[placation]

[ !? ]

WHAT

If you're stuck somewhere after the trains stop running, call me! I'll come pick you up! I don't own a car in Tokyo for my health! And I don't want you staying in manga cafes!!!

[ PAPA WILL PICK YOU UP AKECHI PLEASE ]

[enteloki]

[HE KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN. OH, he can see his dad's face clear as day.]

You don't need to. It was a valuable learning experience, the first time.

The others, well-

[He blames Kurusu.]

If I were truly in trouble, I would ask for your help. Besides, they're perfectly safe and I was only there for a few hours.

I even called you from one - it was the day I was telling you about One Kick Man.

[placation]

[ And in the ten minutes or so that it takes for Maruki to get his stuff together so he can leave and head for the train to Kichijoji...

He thinks about it, and it's all true. They are perfectly safe. And Akechi is a sensible young man who knows a concerning amount of information about true crime. There's no real danger in these little jaunts he has around the city. Breathe, Takuto... ]

You're right...

I'm sorry I panicked (シ_ _)シ

I wonder if this is how our parents felt when we first went off to college. Maybe the lack of cell phones was a good thing.

[enteloki]

I can only imagine what you got up to in your wilder years.

It's often the mild-mannered ones who have the most interesting stories.

Now that we're both adults and I'm on equal standing with you, do you have any to share?

'Pulling an all-nighter' isn't an answer you're allowed to give.

[placation]

[ It's cute how he thinks they're adults on equal standing just because he's eighteen and living near his campus... Maruki will allow it. ]

I may have one or two...

But first you have to promise that you won't think less of me!

[enteloki]

It's not me you need to concern yourself with.

Go on - tell me.

[He will be telling his mom every single story that comes out of this chat. It's Rumi that Maruki needs to worry about.]

[placation]

[ Oh, that threat comes through LOUD AND CLEAR. ]

Hold on!

Anything I tell you stays between us.

We can't do a secret handshake over text, but you can imagine it.

[ A secret handshake originally born from years spent pretending to be Feathermen together? Well, yes! ]

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[enteloki]

[Hold that thought.

He texts Rumi - just real quick. 'I may have devastating information about your husband soon. We're talking about his suspicious past. Please know my alliance is with you and I will report any shady behavior.']

[enteloki]

I imagined it. Our contract is fulfilled.

Your secrets are safe with me.

Please, continue.

[placation]

[ Double crossed?? By his own son???? BETRAYED?????????? This is worse than what would have happened to Masayoshi Shido. ]

During our first year of college, we went out to karaoke with a bunch of friends Rumi had made in her program. It was pretty overwhelming for me, so I stepped outside to smoke...

I'll let you process that first before I go on.

[ His horrible former smoker secret revealed as he heads out to Kichijoji. What a day. ]

[enteloki]

[Yo what the HECK.]

It was more common do so when you were young and those at your age still tend to. I shouldn't be surprised, but-

I can't imagine it.

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[placation]

Give me a few minutes. I promise the rest of the story is coming!

[placation]

[ And it does indeed take a few minutes. Maybe closer to ten. They recently went through endless boxes of photos and videos from Rumi's parents – generations worth to digitize for their family records, but there were some in there that were more recent, a few albums from their high school and college days that Rumi had left there for safekeeping because their first few apartments were too small to hang onto things like that.

He took a photo of one of the photos so she could send it to Shibusawa for a laugh. Both of them not a day older than Akechi is now, hanging out in some alley he hardly remembers. Shibusawa sits up on top of a low dividing wall in front of a nondescript home, and Maruki leans against it next to him, his hair close-cropped and neat, face clean-shaven, cigarette held jauntily between two fingers as he blows smoke up at his friend. The only thing that's the same are his thick-framed glasses.

And now Akechi has it too. ]

There. You don't have to imagine. I'm not proud of it...