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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

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You made fun of me when I was a fish. Welcome to my world, jackass.

Don't even think about touching my carpet with that dog smell.

[pomaded]

alrhg t alrgiht im sorry

yull nevr guess whose trash i endded up in

idk how this wound up in my spam

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Oh please, please tell me.

[pomaded]

kiras

it sukced

evrthng hrts can u cme pick me up

[mom come pick him up from school he's sick :c]

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Why on Earth would I want to go near his place?

[pomaded]

no im at home nw

ples rohan

i nevr sa y please i feel lekie death

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Ugh.

Fine.

Do I have to give you a bath too? I'm not committed to that part of our friendship yet.

[pomaded]

ew n o tats wierd

i jst don wannabe by myslf promise i wnt hurl on u

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No weirder than anything else we've been exposed to.

You are at your place?

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yeah

gy nxet door is takin care of cats

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I don't think I've even been there.

What is the address? I'll bring you some water and draw you pictures until your baby hangover wears.

[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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Fun fact, I can climb walls.

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bullshit

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

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Wanna bet?

[pomaded]

lsst time we did thta ur house burnd down

wat if mines next

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Karma would be a bitch.

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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.

[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.

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[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.

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[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?