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it's only a theory if you're a quitter
WHO: Yusuke and Keith
WHERE: Bluo district
WHEN: April 2nd
WHAT: dudes working together on a craft project
WARNINGS: c for conspiracy theories
[Morning brings Yusuke out of the house--he doesn't know what to do with roommates or in being in a house, not really, and despite his best efforts he's, you know. Unpracticed. At social interaction. So on and so forth. It's a whole Thing, he's trying not to think about it.
There's other things on his plate today. Such as... what he usually does. Thankfully the furniture has stopped bringing up things it had no business bringing up, though Yusuke did clue in to the fact it stopped when he tidied up his space. That was all right, he guesses, though he still would've preferred not to hear about Madarame in this place when he's set that more-or-less-kind-of behind him.
He's sitting on a bench not far from his house, sketchbook on his knees, staring at nothing. There's an absence of things to do here besides all of that cleaning, and it leaves him lost at times. He ought to be doing other things, he thinks as he taps his fingers on the sketchbook's cover, just basically spacing out and staring at the sky. But what? Hm. What can he do?
He's deep in thought. Really.]
WHERE: Bluo district
WHEN: April 2nd
WHAT: dudes working together on a craft project
WARNINGS: c for conspiracy theories
[Morning brings Yusuke out of the house--he doesn't know what to do with roommates or in being in a house, not really, and despite his best efforts he's, you know. Unpracticed. At social interaction. So on and so forth. It's a whole Thing, he's trying not to think about it.
There's other things on his plate today. Such as... what he usually does. Thankfully the furniture has stopped bringing up things it had no business bringing up, though Yusuke did clue in to the fact it stopped when he tidied up his space. That was all right, he guesses, though he still would've preferred not to hear about Madarame in this place when he's set that more-or-less-kind-of behind him.
He's sitting on a bench not far from his house, sketchbook on his knees, staring at nothing. There's an absence of things to do here besides all of that cleaning, and it leaves him lost at times. He ought to be doing other things, he thinks as he taps his fingers on the sketchbook's cover, just basically spacing out and staring at the sky. But what? Hm. What can he do?
He's deep in thought. Really.]