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But you truly did such an excellent job!

[Of course he would say that.

Anyway.

He considers the table, daffodils in hand, before he just... also sits on the same side in the same booth. Scooting closer. Of course he let the fans touch him, so he's shivering as well. Body heat, please.]

Everyone did! I'm pleased with how our show went, despite the... set backs!

You think so? [ i imagine he probably sat down first so he's against the wall and it means tsukasa joins him and he immediately leans for warmth. ] I think calling some of these things set backs is a little generous, man, but thanks.

[ immediately grabbing a giant stack of pancakes, thank youuuu. but he eyes tsukasa's daffodils. he's probably still wearing his glasses because he forgot to take them off. ]

Are flowers always a part of the finished job?

[It is leaning for warmth time absolutely. Tsukasa has his hands tucked into his sweater under his arms, shivering a little.]

It isn't any worse than some setbacks I've faced on stage.

[These things happen...

Anyway.]

Flowers are common after a performance, yes! ... Though it is classically supposed to be roses.

You know, actually I'm not surprised. You're gonna have to tell me about those times later.

[ he pauses to look at medea's roses, and then at tsukasa's daffodils curiously. ]

Why do you think we all got different ones then?

I truly have no idea.

[He also looks at that daffodils, head tilting to one side, before he looks at Yosuke's tulips.]

I don't suppose tulips hold some sort of special meaning to you?

[ don't mind him poking one of the daffodils curiously. ]

Uh, no, not really. [ to his credit he's keeping a pretty straight face about it. ] Do these... I gotta ask, are these normal to you?

[... Hm?]

Are flowers normal to me?

[Gonna have to be more specific, he's just tilting his head in bemusement (though it isn't stopping him from eating).]

Well that, too. [ this is likely the first time he's ever received flowers in any capacity and given they're a gay target bouquet he really is feeling a Way about that. ] But I meant more... do these feel different to you?

Oh! Yes, absolutely.

[Without hesitation, honestly.]

As per usual in this place, they don't seem to just be normal flowers. Still! This time, it felt like receiving a hug from Saki, so I'm not upset by it.

[ a slow blink. huh. ]

Really? That's... actually kinda nice. Especially since you miss her so much.

Yes, isn't it? I could not ask for a better bouquet!

[Heheh.]

Does that mean yours also felt like someone from home?

[ you know the physical reaction you feel within yourself when someone says something that throws you completely off-guard? it's like that, and he laughs a little while he looks at his tulips again. ]

Something like that, yeah. A little funny, but it's kind of nice that there was something for all of us.

[... Hm? What was that?]

Who was it from? Do you mind me asking?

[ he does and doesn't mind because he likes and trusts tsukasa, but he's also still trying to come to terms with, like, everything. ]

Um... [ hum. ] Saki's your person, right? They probably gave us flowers for everybody in our shards.

[ this theory will go out the window when the girls share what theirs are. ]

[Poor Yosuke, he's really going through it.]

Yes, that's right. Perhaps so. A loving, encouraging gesture from those who matter to us the most!

[Is he helping]

Who is in your shard, by the way? I've yet to see.

Y-yeah... something like that, probably. [ no! no he is not helping because now yosuke wants to crawl under the table and die. being freezing is the only reason he's still sitting here. ]

Oh. [ he thinks about making something up or dodging, but there is also such a chance of that coming undone so fast. ] Um, it's just Yu.

[Cheerfully!]

Oh, your partner! Yes, that makes perfect sense. I'm sure encouragement from him will also carry you far!

[ well. ]

It always does. I wouldn't have come as far as I have back home without him, so I guess it makes sense it's him.

[gay. That's me, Cal, not Tsukasa.]

Yes, that really does make perfect sense. Then in a way, these flowers are a reward not only for our performance, but from the people we are on our way to rescue.

[ yeah unfortunately. at least tsukasa is too in love with himself to notice this is extremely gay, or the red string fondness. ]

As much as I'd like to just get to them already, these'll have to be our motivation to keep moving. Weird theater experiences or not.

[help. an extremely accurate description]

I suppose it was a little weird... still, what did you think of being up on stage? I know you've performed before with your idol friend, but this is a rather different sort of experience.

Yeah, no kidding. The last time at least I had a guitar and the audience was more focused on Rise. Coulda done without some of the more annoying criticisms, but I think Medea-san handled those pretty well.

[ did she. ]

Kinda felt like I didn't really know what I was doing, to be honest. But it wasn't the worst either.

[did she.

He snorts lightly in response, and just kind of. Curls closer to Yosuke. Cold. Brr. Why is he so cold. This sucks.]

A shining review of performing. [Said dryly.] But that is perfectly fine. Stardom and performing isn't for everyone, of course.

[ it's fine, we can cuddle for warmth. again, we do not know what boundaries are. ]

Not sure what you want me to say, man. I'm more of a background performer to be honest.

"A background performer"? Now that I don't believe, even if your stage of choice is different from a theater stage.

[Continuing our "no boundaries" situation, he just reaches up to gently tug a strand of Yosuke's orange hair as an explanation.

It's meant to be eye-catching, right? That's what Yosuke had said.]

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