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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

Comments

[pomaded]

[Aaand he attaches an address in Bavan- it's not a particularly great neighbourhood but it's not the worst either.]

uh you can stll clibm st airs right jsut cheking coz ours are kinda steep

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She only wants the best for us. If She didn't, She wouldn't have offered us foresight. The Fourth's followers are in denial that they are fixing anything or are any better.

They think that we are the manipulators... They are wrong.

Trust me, Chie. If you bring any of your friends to Her side, I will be sure to keep them safe as well. You know that, yes?

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Fun fact, I can climb walls.

[pomaded]

bullshit

[that's the longest word he's typed right so far]

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Wanna bet?

[lowsteaks]

I do.

And u know I'll protect all of Hers too. It's what I'm here for, I think. It's why She chose me. I think maybe it's why She made me a bear too.

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I told you that you were chosen for a reason.

She doesn't make mistakes.

[pomaded]

lsst time we did thta ur house burnd down

wat if mines next

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Karma would be a bitch.

[pomaded]

no kiding

spare keys tapped to th inside of lettter box

putting on a shirt is the equivalent of putting on pants tbh its a chore

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Let me put a sweater on.

[ Once that sweater is on, Rohan has to slither his happy ass out to Josuke's to rescue him from whatever Issue he's gotten into this time. By the time he does get there, he's fumbling with the spare keys and slipping all of himself through the door.

Alright. Now where is he... ]

Hey Trashmouth, I'm here.

[lowsteaks]

She doesn't.

I hope I can help Her better as time goes on too. I think I can.

3/16

[lowsteaks]

[Thursdays are by appointment only. That doesn't stop Chie from banging on the door of the shop early that morning. If that doesn't work, she'll pull out her laptop and send a message to Rohan: Hey, Kishibe-sensei, are u at your store or at ur house? Can I come in/over? I've got news about the Fourthie Trifetica.]

[pomaded]

[The building itself is a little bit of a dump but, now that he's through the door, Rohan will find himself in a small but cozy apartment that is, thankfully, free of cats for now. There are signs of their existence but no signs of life at all. That is, until a muffled groan comes from the doorway to the right.]

... in here.

[Huddled beneath a small mountain of blankets in the bedroom is Josuke himself- though the only sign that he's even there is the hand he pokes out of the side and waves at him. Strewn across the floor are a pair of ripped pants, the shredded remains of a shirt and, in bizarrely good condition, his gakuran.]

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[ Oh, there he is. Rohan's lips drop into a somehow further unimpressed line when he slips off toward the voice and finds Josuke under a blanket mountain that rivals his own. He's worse for wear but he's alive. ]

Look at you... [ Yikes. The hand alone is enough to tell him what's been going on and the TASTE in his mouth and his sinuses has him trying not to let it wash over his tongue.

Gross!!!!!

Passing the clothes, he reeeeaches with his tail for the blankets as if he's expecting a spider to pop out of there to assess the damage. ]

This is the saddest thing I have ever seen.

[pomaded]

[The hand- whatever happened last night really wrought havoc on his manicure- attempts to weakly bat his tail away but gives up within a few seconds of impotent flailing. Whatever. This is fine. He doesn't care if Rohan sees him looking like death, he's feels like he's dying anyway. Though he doesn't so much as look up from where he's lying face-down on the pillow somehow the mournful quality to his voice manages to carry right through it, only amplified by how muffled it is.]

I smell like a dog.

[he's not even trying to deny it rohan that's how bad things are]

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You taste like one too.

[ He shivers and tosses the blankets aside. His arms aren't doing a thing-- he's rather shaking his head with his cheek in one hand. He knows how to wake poor Josuke up but it ain't gonna be fun.

Please enjoy a chunk of COLD FROM CRAWLING AROUND OUTSIDE scaly tail being draped all over your person, Josuke. Any bare skin is going to feel like a bucket of ice was dumped on it. ]

Up-up. You wanted my help. You're getting it.

[pomaded]

[The reaction is instantaneous. With a startled yelp, Josuke jerks himself away from the cold, slippery mass of Rohan's tail- easier said than done when it's not exactly light and he's out of it- and slams his back to the wall, snatching up his pillow at the last moment for good measure. Now that he's upright, it's easier to see the raccoon-like blotches under his eyes and, weirdly enough, a purple ribbon tied loosely around his neck.

Oh, and he's growling. It's not quite as impressive without the claws and teeth.]

That wasn't funny...! [Sulkily, he rests his chin on the cushion.] I knew I should've called Jotaro...

[... which would have been literally no help since he's probably a giant, beefy rock right now but fine, okay.]

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[ Yup, there he goes. Rohan pulls his tail away, thumping it on the floor benignly. What a survey this is. ]

Jotaro wouldn't treat you any different. He'd light a fire under your ass. [ He taps his mouth in a yawn. Being in the cold makes him sluggish but giving Josuke a hard time doesn't. ]

What's with the ribbon...? Did you stop by the Triple T before you crawled into a trash-heap's trash-heap?

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Shut up.

[Irritably, he attempts to tug the ribbon loose, succeeding only after he nearly chokes himself with his first few attempts and sore fingers. He'd completely forgotten it was still knotted around his throat, if he's honest, but he's not about to tell Rohan how it really got there. At least, not the details of it.]

Someone put it on me while I was a wolf. [It sounds considerably more impressive than wolf-sized poodle. He rubs his head, still a little groggy.] What time is it?

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[ If Josuke thinks he isn't going to get pressed about it, he's wrong. ]

Mid-afternoon. [ He's slithering about, collecting the scraps of the poor, not-goblin's clothes like he's his mother or something. ]

I'm going to ask a question.

A horrible one that I don't know if I want the answer to because I might strangle you.

Are you okay with that?

[pomaded]

[Ugh. Of course he wouldn't just let it go.]

I don't think I've got a choice.

[Josuke stays exactly where he is, legs crossed and pillow clutched to his chest like it's going to actually do anything against a soon-to-be enraged naga looking to Old Yeller him for Suspicious Activities with a known psychopath. Sighing, he presses a hand to his forehead.]

Just do it and let's get it over with.

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[ Listen, he doesn't WANT to do this. In fact, he's already rolling his eyes into the back of his head with the thought of having to taste what he has to ask. ]

Are you still running around with Kira?

[ Not to sound like A Mom or anything but: ]

Honest to Fog, Josuke. Are you really?

[ He's not mad. Just disappointed and mad. ]

[pomaded]

[Even without the ears and tail to do the heavy lifting, there's really no other way to describe Josuke right now but scolded puppy. He's not even going to fight you on this one, Rohan, you've caught him red- purple?- handed.]

It's not "running around", it's just we keep bumping into each other or some shit happens and I end up taking his cats or... or whatever. [He gives another short sigh.] Sorry. I'm not doing it on purpo-

[And then he freezes. No way. Did he just-]

Please tell me I heard you wrong and you didn't just say "honest to fog". Don't you think that's kind of- kind of messed up too?

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[ MMMHMMMMMMM. ]

Bullshit--

[ BUT-- ]

Excuse me? What's more messed up?? [ Oooooh boy, that tail is ready to whip now. Josuke is also all too familiar with Rohan's teeth and his smell. ]

Me saying a word, or you saying that you're just running into someone you should be actively avoiding for obvious reasons?? Bash my alignment all you want but at least I know where my loyalties really lie when it comes to interpersonal connections! You have a new excuse every freaking time.

You end up taking his cats. [ Those clothing bits go flying because his hands are in the air. ] THAT'S what you have for me this month??