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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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[Okay, okay. Maybe he'll be a little nicer ... after he reaches his ankle, anyways. And when he does, he settles Yosuke's leg back to its original position, making sure to run his hand along it and to his thigh again in the process~]

[He props up on his elbows and gives Souji a look. A look that is both annoyed and, well, pleading. Can't hide it if he tried.]

[He'd still be able to tell if he tried. Chuckling, he leans in, pressing a kiss against the corner of Yosuke's mouth as he moves his hands down to his own pants.]

Oui, oui. Désolé.

[dksjnfdfh french. Yosuke is not letting you get away without an actual kiss, so. Reaches up and tugs Souji in for one. Which also helps stifle a moan a-ahaha.]

[Yes, French~ And in response to getting tugged in, his takes advantage of the stifled moan to go ahead and deepen the kiss, working on getting his stupid pants off.]