I. what the fuck are you doing here (living specific)
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uh?
kon looks up from where he was previously occupied looking through a shop's outside stock, apparently getting some ingredients for cooking and other busy work, blinking when he realizes that he's. looking at someone that's presumably alive. ("alive" by hell's standards.) he does the john travolta looking around, briefly, before back at said living person. slowly... raises his hand? he has both of those again, by the way. ] ... okay, did something happen when we weren't watching the show? Did you guys just completely nuke yourselves at the finish line? Hey..?
II. obligatory babybot
[ at some point, yoru has been reunited with kon. he's full on clinging to him with all of his limbs, and kon doesn't really need to support him with a hand with how tightly he's attached onto him.
you're welcome to overhear: ] I'm mad at you! Yeah, I know. Stop going where I can't follow!! You're acting like I had a choice this time, Yoru...
[ yoru lifts his head up and looks at whoever's nearby, demanding: ] Tell him how dumb he is!
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[
uh?
kon looks up from where he was previously occupied looking through a shop's outside stock, apparently getting some ingredients for cooking and other busy work, blinking when he realizes that he's. looking at someone that's presumably alive. ("alive" by hell's standards.) he does the john travolta looking around, briefly, before back at said living person. slowly... raises his hand? he has both of those again, by the way. ] ... okay, did something happen when we weren't watching the show? Did you guys just completely nuke yourselves at the finish line? Hey..?
II. obligatory babybot
[ at some point, yoru has been reunited with kon. he's full on clinging to him with all of his limbs, and kon doesn't really need to support him with a hand with how tightly he's attached onto him.
you're welcome to overhear: ] I'm mad at you! Yeah, I know. Stop going where I can't follow!! You're acting like I had a choice this time, Yoru...
[ yoru lifts his head up and looks at whoever's nearby, demanding: ] Tell him how dumb he is!
III. wildcard
[ give me anything or PC me binches ]