009. [Video]

[preybeforemeals]

[Good evening, Johto! It seems that Tsukiyama's in a decent mood today; we're doing this again, from the sound of it, and he's got the camera set up as he usually does - the focus is low, aimed more toward the piano than the player with the exception of his hands, and keeping his face out of the shot. (It can be seen, however, that he is once again unironically wearing one of Chihiro's janky-ass scarves, because of course he is.) He'll speak after a while, though; he sounds pleased, at any rate.]

It doesn't seem all that long since the last time I did this, does it? It's hard to believe it's been a year or so. But time flies like that, n'est-ce pas? Even if we have a funny way of ending up back where we started, in some ways.

I asked last year, where you all thought you would be now; some of those who answered have left, but some surely haven't. So tell me! Have you managed what you'd hoped you would, in the past year? I've been wondering about it, a bit...

Of course, I'd like to hear what you've done with yourselves this holiday season, just in general; I want to know the sort of experiences you've had. Assuming that you don't mind sharing - that's what this time of year is good for, c'est vrai?

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[shuttermouse]

I knew you'd appreciate it. [ She laughs. ] Now you can eat Mitsuba as much as you want without me having to dump hot chocolate over your head.

[preybeforemeals]

I can- ...I was trying so hard not to say it, Hori...

[...oh goddamn it, that is going to get him to laugh, okay.]

Someone put work into that chocolate, too.

[shuttermouse]

[ ...These two are so awful, aren't they. ]

The chocolate had to be sacrificed so you would go home and take a shower.

[preybeforemeals]

[Possibly literally the worst.]

Just getting it on my clothes probably would have been enough, you know.

[shuttermouse]

That wouldn't have been as funny, though. And you gotta admit, it was a good way to end an argument and win some time.

[preybeforemeals]

Oh, no one's denying that.

[really, though.]

Well, I can't say that little adventure wasn't interesting, at least - you've always been good for that sort of thing.

[shuttermouse]

It was fun. I wouldn't mind doing something like that again.

[preybeforemeals]

Well, it obviously wouldn't be exactly like that here.

[Humanizing.]

Perhaps when we've returned home, hm?

[shuttermouse]

[ Chie goes quiet for a moment at that; given what happened on that rooftop, she... honestly isn't sure if he'll be up for another adventure anytime soon. Then she nods, her expression as impassive as always. ]

Okay. Just don't pull the "I'm hot so I get dibs" card again.

[preybeforemeals]

[...That pause gets his attention, of course it does; he wonders, for a moment, if it's something that he should ask about. He generally doesn't press with regards to matters like this - if it's important he'll be told, and if it's not then logically it isn't - but at the same time...

...Not now. Later, maybe.]

Ah, giocoso! That's a perfectly valid argument and you know it, albeit one that I'm always going to win by default...

[shuttermouse]

Uh, no. You're not even hot.

[ In what universe is I'M HOTTER THAN YOU even a valid argument???? ]

[preybeforemeals]

As always, Hori, I'm truly sorry about your taste. Or, more specifically, the utter lack thereof.

[shuttermouse]

There's nothing hot about a man who spends a whole day admiring his own reflection. Or who thought that haircut was a good idea.

[preybeforemeals]

That haircut was a long time ago.

[shuttermouse]

It's been etched into my memory forever. And Kaneki-kun's. [ ...And at some point it'll probably be etched into Naki's because she wants to show him pictures from the dork age. ]

[preybeforemeals]

...What.

[WHY WOULD YOU SHOW HIM THAT, THOUGH]

[shuttermouse]

Don't worry, he liked the pictures.

[ BECAUSE WHY NOT. ]

[preybeforemeals]

I...I'm sure...

[HORI...]

[shuttermouse]

[ She laughs, and reaches up to thoroughly ruffle Tsukiyama's hair. You're fun to embarrass, bestie. c: ]