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WHAT SHENANIGANS
WHERE bed
WHEN 88...early....

[Hey someone is your bed!

Or you're in their bed!

Maybe several people are all in one bed.

How did they/you get there? Who cares? Maybe go back to sleep, or something else. You can't seem the leave the bedroom until dawn and there are a few hours to go.]

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[yusuke slowly opens his eyes and UHHH STARES WHY IS THERE A GREMLIN IN MY BEDROOM]

... good evening, Dave.

[wow???]

Cool. Continue to be polite and calm while you consider the situation and realize it is obviously a good ol' fashioned shenanigan.

[points at him dramatically]

Hold it.

[Puts up his hands?!]

Oh, my god. This is the opposite of what I just said to do.

I haven't had a chance to introduce myself in return. I'm Kitagawa Yusuke.

... Ok.

Nice to meet you.

Can I let it go now.

Yes, you may. Actually... why aren't you wearing any pants?

[Rubs his face]

I was in bed. I didn't have a whole lot of agency over my outfit choices before I got whisked over to yours by the mingle magic, or whatever powers the awkward encounters in this place.

You're saying you ended up in my bed by magic.

...

Not in the way that you're saying it where it sounds like a bad pick-up line from a sad clown magician.

Nevertheless, it's what you're claiming.

[he gets up (yusuke is wearing actual pajamas, thank god)]

Very well. I believe you.

Thanks, I guess. I would hate for you to have anything less than perfect faith that I am not a sad clown magician.

[stays where he is, just, hunched kind of tensely. He's not actually threatened but he is shades-less and pants-less.]

Are you?

No!

[nods]

That's cleared up, then.

[he goes over to the nightstand where his paints are, and starts mixing them in a palette, like he's getting ready to start painting]

[uh.

Watches this, perplexed.]

Are you... No, I got nothin'. What are you doing.

I don't feel like going back to sleep, so I'm going to work on this mural some more. You may rest, if you wish to.

O... K. I guess a response to these circumstances I'd to go about your business like it ain't even a thing.

[sits on the bed to idk watch. It's kind of interesting; Dave's never seen another artist working. What does this mural look like. What else is on the wall. ]

The moonlight also gives it a different feel.

[some parts of the mural are outlined in pencil, but only the top part has been painted in; it looks like some kind of grand stage, that also just happens to be covered in spikes of some kind? there are swirls of clouds with dark red lines in them and possibly it's snowing as well. there's a bunch of katanas embedded in the stage, some of them broken, but many of them pristine. and in the middle, there's a figure who looks absolutely ostentatious, like the most over-the-top kabuki actor you've ever seen, dramatic face paint and a gigantic pipe that is nearly the length of it, not to mention a pompadour that's to die for.

it's... it's something. there's elements of it that are clearly very abstract, but a heck of a lot of detail in certain places as well. it's clearly meant to pop out once it's finished, but for now the base outline is as far as he's gotten.]

[Some of these symbolic details are uncomfortable, once Dave actually looks at it. Mostly the swords. Why swords.]

... What are you painting.

I am attempting to recreate a vision--no, a presence. It's a story of a journey towards self-actualization, essentially. It may not need to be painted at all, for it's not something I've lost, exactly... but it gives me strength, nonetheless.

[yusuke that was like, deliberately cryptic]

[No that makes sense.]

Honestly I don't know how into narrativizing personal development I am but if it works for you, that sounds pretty baller.

[he pauses, and turns around with a quiet smile on his face]

Thank you.

[gjdfjgjkfdl]

Sure.

[and he goes back to painting]

I would offer you something, but I'm afraid my kitchen is barren, for the most part.