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[ceiling_cat]

...Well, now, that's funny.

I could've sworn I was back in Shibuya for a couple seconds there. Guess my mind was playin' tricks on me. That lovely lakeshore sure isn't anything I'd expect in Tokyo.

Sure isn't anything I'd expect in my apartment, either, and I recognize this little note they left me.

Hey there, Discedo.

Lemme guess - it's been a while?

I'd appreciate somebody fillin' me in while I make my way back to less soggy ground. Just how long has it been? Seems a bit colder than the last time I was here.

By the way, if anyone listenin' to this thing has a hand on the controls of whatever you use to drag us here, leave me a bit longer next time, won't ya? I could've grabbed a bag of beans.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Long as things keep going the way they are, it won't happen again, Neku.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

[It better not. He might not shoot Joshua, but he could punch him. In the face. Repeatedly, if necessary.]

...You have a place to stay?

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

I hear somebody took my old place, but I can always find an empty room. Shouldn't be a problem.

[He glanced thoughtfully at the door.] Anyplace empty on this hall? Not that I mind walkin', but it'd be convenient.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

No idea. Uh, I think 412 is empty...

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

I'll give that a look. Thanks, Phones.

[He paused, glancing over at the boy again. Neku looked calmer; but....]

Anythin' else you wanted to ask me?

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

[Like this day hadn't been weird enough already.] Not right now.

[Neku got up off the couch and slid his headphones down around his neck.] ...I saved some of your stuff. If you want it. Pi-Face took the paints before I could head back down there, though. [Since the whole Joshua thing chose that moment to happen. Great timing there, Josh.]

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

That so? Then I definitely owe ya one - don't worry about the paints, I wasn't expectin' em to last till now. What'd you get?

[He heaved himself to his feet, then paused. One more thing to say before he let the subject go.]

Don't talk about the Angel thing over the communicators, Neku. That information is strictly limited to Composer rank and above.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

I know. He told me. ...Sorry.

[Neku moved over toward his room.] I got whatever paintings I could find. I think Joshua just stole your food.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Keep it in mind. Spreading it around could get you both in trouble.

[He shrugged away the serious moment, grinning again.]

If it's just paintings, keep 'em, Phones. I can't do much with those with no supplies.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

...Wha--Really?

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Knock yourself out.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

...Thanks.

I'll be careful not to say anything over the communicators.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Appreciate it, Phones.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

..........

Good luck finding Joshua.

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[greatcuppajoe.livejournal.com]

Oh, he'll show up.

So, 412, was it?

[He turned towards the door.] See ya around.

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[iamnotatunaroll.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Neku threw a look toward the kitchen. If Joshua wasn't back soon, he was going to have to figure out how to fix something on his own.]