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[soulbondee]

Oi, this is Yuma! Er, this is not Yuma! I mean, this is a recital 'cos I'm not Yuma-- I mean--

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[soulbonder]

Yuma?

[soulbondee]

...















... Hello?

[soulbonder]

[hello? Oh. Right. He doesn't sound like he should.] Could you bring me clothes to wear?

I am currently inside the Porter room.
... Please.

[soulbondee]

[There's a little bit of a pause, an unsteady inhale.]

I'll be right there.

[soulbonder]

Thank you.

[soulbondee]

[FAST-FORWARD THROUGH: Yuma spending at least two minutes twirling Tora around the living room with relieved and highly embarrassing exclamations, running out of the apartment, getting half a block away from the MAC, turning around, sprinting back to the apartment, getting clothes for Astral, turning back around and heading towards the Porter Tower, arriving, nearly dropping the Overlay Cards to scoop Astral up in a hug, freezing halfway to doing so because Astral is naked, floundering to gather up said cards and convert them into clothing with his eyes closed, pushing said clothes at Naked Astral, being rebuffed from helping him get dressed (which is honestly great, Yuma always had a hard time with that), and them eventually leaving the Porter Tower.

The fact that Astral didn't die—and thus has no reason to not be his usual, weirdly-dressed self—does not once occur to Yuma as a thing to question.]

[soulbonder]

[He reaches over to take Yuma's hand, and squeezes it. While Astral's grip isn't particularly strong, it's hopefully enough to get Yuma's attention and make him stop walking for now.]

Yuma.

[soulbondee]

[Attention, yes, but it's the fact that Astral is stopped—and thus pulling Yuma's arm back in an arc when he tries moving forward—that causes Yuma to halt, turning.]

Astral?

[soulbonder]

I'm hungry.

[They have stopped in front of a Basket and Robin. Will Yuma put two and two together?






No. But here's hoping.]