Open! Come to me my pretties.

[inthejunk]

Who:New and old CR. it's a party! Sorry for inviting Yosuke...
When:Tuesday or after. But go for after if you don't want to deal with Pull sickness.
Where:Give me a setting, I'll play along. Maximizing new CR potential. Hell, he can wander into a strip club if you want, or an underground lab. We'll blame the brain fuzzies.
Summary:Happy reunions, unhappy reunions, potential unexpected meetings, etc.
Warnings:Probably some grumbling and cursing, and whatever other mischief people like.



It's cold compared to Inaba, Japan, anyway. Especially considering it had been August in Japan. So if Yosuke is hunched over in his summer uniform, puffing and huffing and stamping a bit unhappily, can he really be blamed?

Last night he was safe at home in his own bed, probably sweating in his sheets while cicadas chirped and the fan on his desk hummed quietly. Today, he's on this cold, grey island instead. It turns out it wasn't just a dream. Or if it is a dream, it isn't quite over yet.

And it's turning his freaking fingers blue. Swell.

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[inthejunk]

[Yosuke doesn't reply at all. At least not in words. But he grabs the cuff of Gilbert's shirt loosely between two fingers. There are too many monsters when he tries to close his eyes right now. It's better to have backup. Whatever details he's fuzzy on, he knows without a doubt that he trusts Gilbert. For now, that's enough.]

[retraced]

[He knows better than to say a word. He sits in silence right where he is, not moving a single muscle, and lets Yosuke hold on as tight as he wants. He doesn't plan on leaving until he's asked, doesn't plan on speaking until he's questioned. A rock is only there to give structure and be leaned on, and he's okay being Yosuke's rock as long as he needs to be.]

I don't have a sleeping icon anymore shh just pretend

[inthejunk]

[Thankfully, Gilbert is a far more comfortable rock than that one he fell asleep on at the beach when he was tipsy. And he's enough of a calming presence that Yosuke drops into a deep, exhausted sleep quickly enough, and his hand sinks off of Gilbert's wrist. It dangles off the side of the bed, fully relaxed. Any fits and starts that are usually there are buried under thick layers or subconscious. For the moment, Yosuke is absurdly peaceful, all things considered. Quality rocking, Gil-san.]