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[Five years, six months and eighteen days. A long time, and yet to actually believe it was over was difficult. Rise was trying hard not to think too much on it. She was ashamed to admit that she had been dreading this day for a long time, despite how she continued to work towards it--she had simply met too many people she had grown close to for it to be considered a happy occasion for her.

Life was life, it continued, and now it was time for all of them to return home. She should at least try to content herself with the fact that she had met them all--that she had met Matt.

Even if she would never see him again.

Rise closed her eyes as the countdown began, unsure of what to expect. When it reached one she felt a strange, uncomfortable sensation in her stomach that went as soon as it had come. Her eyes shot open and she nearly tumbled to the ground but caught herself before she did. She was now in what looked like a very cozy room. Definitely not the Kishin Chamber, but definitely no place she knew.

Stranger yet was Matt was by her side. She blinked a bit--what was going on?]

Matty?

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[Feeling much better, if a bit dizzy, Yosuke can't help but perk up at the mention of their friends. Because really, if any of them knew how to handle the current, bizarre situation, it would most likely be Matt.]

Really?

[He grins, excited, and leans in to kiss Souji again, softer this time, less insistent and more just...enjoying being with him. Even if things were weird as fuck, it was good to know some things hadn't changed.]

Really. It'll take them twelve or so hours, but they're coming.

[It's still alarming that he knows this, but. At the same time, he's thankful for it. Just knowing how long it'll take, where they are and having the connection...

And being able to tell Yosuke that, keeping the one person he cared about most as calm as possible, makes it more than enough. He kisses back, smiling a little into it before pulling away and shifting to get his feet under him.]

Come on. [He offers him a hand up, once he's standing.]

Yeah.

[Nodding, smiling, he pulls himself off the ground with Souji's help, rubbing at his face.]

Man, now my eyes are gonna be all red and puffy...

You look fine.

[Leaning in to kiss his cheek, he pushes some of his hair back with a light laugh.]

You always do.

[Flushes bright red. Like a tomato. Even his ears are red!]

Yeah whatever...

[muttergrumbleembarrassedforever]

[He'll never not chuckle at tomato red Yosuke.]

It's true. [But he doesn't tease any more than an amused smile.] We should get moving. They won't be here for a while, but we can't stay here all day.

[Shut up, you. Yosuke just clears his throat and attempts to get his face to clear; his cheeks are still a little red, though. But he manages to smile a bit at Souji, before returning to the subject at hand.]

Yeah I'd rather not stay in an alley.

[Pauses. And then looks at, uh, well, the seat of his pants, so to speak.]

Groooooss. I'm gonna need to change...

[He just makes a very unhappy expression, because ew. Sitting on the ground in an alley was not the smartest idea, not at all.]

[Never gonna ~~give you~~ shut up. You love it. Souji shifts, craning to see as well. Maybe if they were out in the open, or if it'd been six years earlier, he wouldn't be reaching to dust off gross alley stuff off the back of Yosuke's pants.

But it's there and now, and some of it can be cleaned off, at least.]

Considering the fact we don't actually live in Inaba yet-- [the thought stings, and no doubt Yosuke will be able to pick up on it] --we're going to have to buy some clothes from the shopping district.

[Yosuke just kind of rolls his eyes at that because really, Souji, that was unnecessary. ...helpful though, so.

He winces at the fact that they haven't even moved there yet--that's a weird thought--and shakes his head.]

How does that even-- no, you know what, never mind. I really don't think I wanna know.

[He pauses to think this over. Then--]

Huh. No Junes. That's a weird thought.

[Shush, it's in his nature to do things like hen over dirt and crap on his boyfriend okay.]

No Junes. [He dusts his knees off, though the fabric's stained. Eh, it was worth it if Yosuke's calm again.] It's really weird. No Junes, no food court, no electronics section.

[Making his way towards the front of the alley again, knowing Yosuke won't be far behind.]

But at least we know that we still have the Amagi Inn and Tatsumi Textiles, right? [Small comforts, but comforts nonetheless.]

[Very small comforts, Souji. It's not like Kanji or Yukiko know them and anyway they're, what, 12? Damn. Sighing a bit, he catches up with Souji and looks thoughtful.]

So-- clothes, and then a place to stay?

[He looks a little apprehensive, but it's not like they have any other choice.]

[It'll be really weird to see their friends being younger than them, but unfortunately it's not the strangest thing they've ever been through.]

Clothes, and then the Amagi Inn. We can't exactly go to my uncle, not without knowing whether or not he and Nanako are the ones that were with us in Death City.

[And maybe that hurts most of all, but Souji pushes it down and instead reaches to touch Yosuke's hand in response to his apprehension. Others before himself, as always.]

[After five years in Death City, not much could top the highest point on his 'weirdness scale' to be honest.]

Yeah.

[Yosuke pauses, smiling in response to the touch and leaning a little closer. It'd be strange for a while, but he figured things would start making more sense eventually. Hell, the voices in his head were already better; less like being in the center of a huge crowd, and more like muffled chatter.]

[The voices, the information, have all been pushed down, taking up the space that his Personae had in the past. A comfortable whisper, familiar despite the foreign concept of nations instead of folklore. But maybe the fact he's focusing on one in particular is helping drown the din, too.

Souji smiles a little at Yosuke, just a quirk, and finally moves to step out from the alley. Since Junes isn't around yet, he's moving in the direction of the northern district.]

Are the voices better now?

[Yosuke nodded, letting out a relieved sigh.]

Much better. Seriously, if that had gone on any longer I think I might have snapped. I mean, I can still hear it but it's... muffled. Kind of like listening to a group of people from a couple rooms away.

[He shrugged.]

I'm glad. [A pause, as if considering, before he chuckles quietly.] It seems like you've got a pretty noisy bunch, so that's a good.

[Souji bumps his shoulder into Yosuke's as he moves, navigating familiar streets. A glance is sent towards the shrine, but he reminds himself that they've got two years before they meet the fox.]

Ugh. City people. [He over exaggerates an eyeroll, but smiles.

Yosuke shoved his hands in his pockets, looking around the streets. They were getting a few odd looks here and there--people obviously wondering who they were--but it wasn't crowded, as was generally the case with the shopping district. Junes was the place that was hectic--he had no idea where everyone was, if Junes didn't exist.]

This is kind of really weird. Like, I know it's Inaba, but it doesn't feel like it. I guess 'cause it's not our Inaba... [He shrugged, unable to really explain it any better.]

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[Junes not being there was probably one of the weirdest parts about Bizarro Inaba, Souji would concede to that, but going to the inn after getting a change of clothes, seeing Yukiko's parents, Yukiko herself (albeit younger) was decidedly stranger.

He was grateful for so much practice keeping his cool, for all the masks he'd balanced throughout his life. Otherwise, he would've ended up staring at the Amagi family as they worked through the transaction for a room and everything that came with it.

Only when they were in the room did Souji slowly blink, half-turned to look at the closed door.]

[Yosuke, for his part, had ended up staring in confusion until he got a rather upset look from Yukiko's mother. It made him feel awful for not having better manners, but, well, it was Yukiko. And she wasn't, you know, the same age as him. It was weird.

Once in the room, Yosuke immediately flopped down on the futons laid out and sighed deeply. He thought about changing into the yukata the inn provided but... they'd just bought new clothes and it seemed rather superfluous. Or maybe he was just lazy.]

That was so weird.

[Shaking his head with a quiet chuckle, though there wasn't too much humor behind it, Souji moved to settle a little more gracefully down next to Yosuke. He closed his eyes, deciding he could change into the yukata if they decided to sleep (and make sure Yosuke did, too, so he didn't sleep in the clothes he had on), but figuring there was no immediate point to it.]

She was cute, when she was younger. It's only a couple years, but you can really see the difference.

[He lifted a hand up, resting the back of it over his closed eyes for a moment, even as he smiled a little amusedly.]

Well, yeah that's usually how it--

[Cutting himself off, Yosuke propped up on an elbow and gave Souji A Look.]

Okay, no, that's creepy, stop it. I see what you're doing there.

[Honestly laughing at that, Souji shifted his hand a little so he could peek through his fingers and hair up at Yosuke.]

Joking, joking. Besides...

[He pushed himself up, and leaned in over Yosuke with a calm look on his face, easily entering his space.] You know me. And you know there's only one person for me, past or present.

[Yosuke pulled a face, but his cheeks flushed and he was obviously fighting off a smile. As much as he wanted to be upset, he really couldn't be. Who could, when someone said something like that to you?]

You're such a sap, dude. Way to be embarrassing.

Five years in Death City and you still say that. Still turn red, too.

[Not that Souji would ever be surprised, but five years and he can't not comment on it.]

I still mean it, though. [He went from mostly amused to only faintly, slight grin fading and turning into a light smile instead.]

Yeah, yeah. I know you do.

[He does know! Even if it still makes him a little embarrassed, he's a lot less self-conscious about it. Which is... probably a really good thing. He just smiles back, and reaches up, putting a hand on Souji's cheek.]

I know you do.

[It's soft, kind of hesitant, but it's the truth.]