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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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[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.]

[Really, really good thing. Souji's proud of how far Yosuke's come since his ~~third~~ arrival to Death City, and is even happier that he was there with him.]

Good. Though I'll be saying it for a while yet.

[His intention was to distract Yosuke from the topic, but it needs to be said--they've got some years ahead of them where Souji can embarrass him by being a sap.

But instead if saying anything else on it, he lifts his hand to touch Yosuke's, just before leaning in to kiss him again.]

[Mm, Souji kisses. Definitely something Yosuke liked and approved of wholeheartedly. In fact, he liked them so much, that he just slipped his hand away from Souji's face and instead wrapped his arm around Souji's neck, pulling him closer as he moved off his elbow and onto his back.]

[Though there was the realization that they were in the Amagi Inn, Souji couldn't bring himself to care about the thoughts that came with it when he felt the arm around his neck. Instead, he followed Yosuke back, resting his weight on one arm while his free hand moved up to cup the side of Yosuke's face.

If he wanted Souji kisses, then he would have them.]

[Not like Yosuke would have let him stop even if being at the inn had bothered Souji. But anyway.

He smiled a little into the kiss, wrapping his other arm around Souji's shoulders. Even if he had a bunch of voices in his head--and that was still really weird--just being with Souji made everything a lot easier to handle. And, you know, the kisses helped too.]

[Souji shifted his weight, keeping his hand where it was, but pressing his arm down into the futon beneath Yosuke while he freed up the other hand. It moved down to Yosuke's hip, fingertips slipping up underneath his shirt to add more contact.

He knew the kisses helped, and being there, too, but it wouldn't hurt to add that extra reassurance that came with even the slightest bit of skin-to-skin contact.]

[At this point, there was pretty much nothing that could send Yosuke back into the territory of utterly frightened. Very, very little. He arched into Souji's touch, barely aware of his actions--or thoughts--by this point.]

[There was a slight laugh, deep in the back of Souji's throat, as Yosuke arched up against his fingers. But instead of teasing, or laughing more, he slid his hand higher, catching his thumb on the bottom of his shirt to push it up at the same time.]

[You know what, just for that, Yosuke if going to pinch you, Souji. But, you know, not really hard or anything, because he is enjoying himself, after all. He is all for clothing getting taken off and all that.]

[Ow. Except it doesn't hurt and just makes him laugh more. Quietly, but still laughing! And using that moment to actually pull Yosuke's shirt up--

--but not off all the way! Have fun being stuck with your shirt over your head and still on your arms, Yosuke. Souji is going to move down to kiss his collar.]

[dnjksd unfair. He can't move his arms like that! He pouts a little and make a displeased sound, but still tilts his head back a bit to give you easier access, Souji~]

[Knows you are pouting. Oh, how he knows. And, after a moment of pressing kisses slowly along Yosuke's throat, he starts to pull the shirt off a bit more, until he can give an actual kiss again and the shirt is at his eyes.]

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[He can't help that he pouts all the time. Also, you're terribly mean. Kisses will only get you so far. He kisses back a little urgently because damnit this is definitely still unfair.]

[Unfair, yes, but you're still enjoying it, aren't you. In response to the urgency, he slides his free hand down, along Yosuke's side and towards his hip, nice and slow and lightly until he pulls the shirt off the rest of the way.]

[That is completely beside the point-- oh hey, movement. His hands immediately go to the hem of Souji's shirt, tugging it up quickly and running his hands lightly over Souji's stomach.]

[No it is not. But oh, hello Yosuke's hands. Go up a smidge higher and you'll hit scar territory. Not thinking about that, though, because he's gone down to kiss Yosuke's jaw. And, really, it's a very nice jaw.]

[Mn. Yosuke can't help but be a little sad when he feels those scars. A part of him is still guilty he wasn't there for Souji; he figured he'd always feel guilty. But by this point, it was so far in the past it wasn't worth dwelling on, really. Instead, he's just going to pull his hands out of Souji's shirt and get to work on unbuttoning it as fast as he can, without, uh, ripping off any of the buttons...]

[Souji tries not to linger on it much, but he can't help it sometimes. Even if he's seen Dojima and Nanako, alive and happy, for five years. It's a reminder that he failed them once, and couldn't ever do it for a second time. But it is in the past, and now isn't the time to think about scarred skin and guilt. Not when he can move both of his hands along, kneading his fingers into Yosuke's sides with practiced ease.

He's very aware of how distracting it might be.]

[Yosuke shivers, fingers faltering on the buttons for a second because, well. How could they not? He moans a bit into the kiss before finally managing to get the shirt unbuttoned, and yes, mission accomplished. He drags his hands up Souji's chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders as he goes.]

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lol o yosugay. /ENJOYS.

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