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[mwehehe]

Sender: Futaba Sakura
To: Everyone
Subject: Question


You ever just.

Lock yourself in your room for like a month and forget what time is? I mean, I guess I ate at least, and I didn't just fall asleep for a whole freakin' month like after the Medjed thing but

like

a whole. Month. Least it was fruitful.

Which uh, leads me to my actual question: who has some technology here with 'em? Phones, laptops, things that require a power source cause I think I figured out some dream crystal things, but it might require a more... ambient dream energy. Dunno how THAT is gonna be harnessed yet, but I need to know my many sleepless nights and curryless days weren't for nothing. Testing on my own stuff is fine, but knowing it's not just a fluke is even better.

Comments

[masqueraid]

Hm. How many coffee beans did the fairy leave under your pillow?
Though to be honest, I can't take credit for that one.

But since you'll be helping me as my diligent taste-tester, it's the least I can do in terms of repayment.

[mwehehe]

Not enough for a decent cup of coffee, if that's what you're getting at.

Oh, I'm the guinea pig huh? I'm fine with that, BRING IT ON, REN. ‾͟͟͞(((ꎤˋ⁻̫ˊ)—̳͟͞͞o I'll eat so much curry, I'll turn into a currymari!

[masqueraid]

Shame. Guess I'll just have to bring some of that, too.

Ah—! I can feel your fighting spirit from here, insatiable currymari!
I'll be there soon. ;)

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[masqueraid]

( and true to his word, it isn't long after that there's a notable knock on Futaba's door— probably a distinguishable pattern to let her know who it is before even opening it.

under each of his arms is a round package each, one larger than the other as he shifts his weight waiting, wondering what sort of scene he was about to walk into, if she had wanted to start tidying without him... was she really doing all right? it had been some time since they had had a one on one visit. he'd... sort of missed it, really. )

[mwehehe]

[If Ren feels a chill down his spine at the idea of it being a terrible mess, well... it's mostly right. It's not quite as bad as her old hacker caveroom in Sojiro's was when she was still housing a whole freakin' Palace in her heart, but she's got... some of it once her door creaks open like a damn horror movie.]

Ren...! My saviour...! The enemy mess has pressed into the trenches, I was really backed into a cornerrrrrr.... the hunger is too intense, the lack of curry... killing me... can't... go on...

[Complete with a drop to her knees with the most melodramatic whine. Dramatic, yes, but would she really be Futaba without it?]

[masqueraid]

( he is immovable as the door inches open, steel-hearted in the face of the otherwordly horrors that may lie within. as she performs her death throes, he looks on with quiet bobs of his head until she is finally down on the ground.

slowly, he crouches down, too. without saying anything, he merely places both of his parcels down, screwing off the lid of the smaller of the two, as the familiar, enticing scent of leblanc's own genuine house blend filled the air. with gradual movements he brings it towards Futaba for her to catch wind of... )

Don't worry, soldier. The cavalry has arrived.

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[Ren, such a bro, putting up with whatever the hell this is from her (melodrama, that's what it is) but... but!!! The scents from home get her eyes to snap open, the familiarity of curry and coffee... home, Sojiro, her mom... truly, the best way to get her back to life is curry and coffee a la Sojiro.

With vision crawling over the containers, Futaba perks up at the sight. Familiar, making her a feel a little tinge of homesickness. There's only a few words that are appropriate for this moment, and they are:]

I can't promise there will be any left for you.

[...very exaggerated, she wouldn't leave Ren to starve, that's just mean.... but she is a curry fiend, and Sojiro-slash-Ren's curry is the absolute best.]

And is that... some of Sojiro's coffee? Or is that from here? [She'll drink it either way, of course, there's no way she'd leave a thermos of coffee to go cold.]

[masqueraid]

( it would have been fine, anyway. even if she had been serious about leaving none for him. it was her condition he was worried about, and it was Futaba he would make sure to feed, before even thinking about a plate for himself. )

Heh. The coffee is bonafide... Leblanc-ified? ( he chuckled. it didn't sound as good as her commentary— ) I've been holding onto it until I knew it would come in handy. What do you think, worth it?

( he reaches to push his glasses back up his nose, with a smirk. )

Come on, it definitely tastes better up and off of the floor.