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Yep. She does.

[He tells her the address.]

Uh... she hasn't been officially open all that long, though. I'm sure she'd be happy to talk if you went over or I can introduce you sometime if you want...

[... given that Fuuka seems kinda shy, he figures he ought to offer that option.]

[Going over for the express purpose of meeting someone does feel a bit bold... and she smiles at Noctis giving that offer, but ultimately shakes her head. She doesn't want to put that on him.]

Thank you. I'll be sure to drop by when I have the time.

[At the Spa, right in front of Fuuka's door, there was a bento box. a simple but cute bento box awaited her.

No names were left! It must have come from a MYSTERIOUS STRANGER]

[please imagine Akira just lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, bouncing a rubber ball against said ceiling as he mentally calls all of his contacts on this day]

[because that is exactly what he's doing]

I sort of miss cell phones. . . what about you, Yamagishi-san?

...

[No. No, he wouldn't, but it didn't make it any less frustrating to hear. Trying to argue against that point wouldn't do any good, either, because he didn't want to needlessly make her upset about technicalities. After all, he was supposed to throw himself head first into danger to protect those around him, wasn't like he hadn't done it countless times before while running through Tartarus, but hearing Fuuka say much of the same was not something that settled well with him.

And yet, he wouldn't have expected anything less. Probably why he knew no matter what he said, it still wouldn't of changed her mind.

A thought that continued to linger when he felt that tug on his coat, steel-grey eyes drawing themselves up from the pavement to stare up at her. A flicker of a question, until he saw her move towards the tables and was wordlessly getting up from the ground to follow her. Slowly, and lagging behind a good few seconds, but eventually he'll move to settle in the chair across from where the young girl sat.

A part of him still wanting to keep a bit of a distance, but more for his own comfort than anything else at the moment.]

Relying on Eikichi might be the only choice we have. Trying to outrun Castor won't work for me, at least not for very long. [The last part was spoke softly, but he was more willing to figure out some kind of solution that didn't involve either of them getting hurt. He was more adamant about making sure it wasn't Fuuka, of course, if such an incident were to happen again, but if there was a way to keep the two of them safe than he wasn't about to shoot her down.

But her next few questions gets him to fall quiet again. Attention turning towards the table between them, because he'd been trying to figure that out himself, and had a sinking feeling he already knew the answers to it. If only partly.

He just wasn't sure if this was something that he wanted to tell Fuuka about. Which is why there's a hesitation in the way his eyes darted from her to the table once again.]

Must of started around the time I was having trouble sleeping. Though I don't see how that would trigger Castor to act out, there was no warnings until...

[Shinji didn't think he had to say it, so he simply stopped there.]

Oh, hello, Kurusu-kun!

[Fuuka responds chirpily, light amusement flowing over the connection at his words.]

I don't know, I've actually gotten quite used to the network. You don't have to worry about signal strength, or anything like that. Or bills, for that matter.

[She is so ridiculously adjusted to living in Verens...]

Ah-- that's a good point. Not having to worry about bills is a good thing.

[especially when he has one (1) part-time job and no other sources of income]

And I guess hearing someone talk in your head is no different than having a Persona, in a way.

I'm not sure how Sakura-chan's powers work, but that was the main way I communicated with my team back at home, actually. Juno allowed me to communicate telepathically... along with other navigator functions, of course.

[And that makes her wonder...]

Where is it that you fought against Shadows, anyway? Or should I ask when...?

[Tartarus had crumbled, so it couldn't have been that. But with the falling of Tartarus was supposed to be the end of the Dark Hour, as well. Then again, would it have been possible to summon Personas outside of the Dark Hour...?]

The Metaverse, year 2016.

[he answers quickly and without hesitation. since Fuuka is a Persona user, he doesn't mind sharing the information with her. he's pretty tight-lipped about it with everyone else, though]

It's a. . . world built on human cognition. Are you familiar with the collective unconscious?

[The Metaverse... At his question, she shakes her head until she remembers this is a voice connections, whoops.]

I can't say that I am. My team and I fought during a time called the Dark Hour, which would happen after midnight each day... Most people were unaware of it. And we usually fought them in a tower called Tartarus.

Well, it would make sense if you're not aware of those things. Tartarus was destroyed, and the Dark Hour ceased to exist alongside it.

[Dark Hour. . . Tartarus. . . yeah, those are both unfamiliar terms for him]

We never ran into either of those things during our-- missions. [carefully replacing the word "heist" with "mission" again] We would actually use a phone app to travel there, but in order to do so, we needed. . . certain coordinates.

The coordinates of a dungeon created by the massively distorted desires of a person. A "Palace."

Miss Fuuka, I apologize for the intrusion. Do you have a moment?

[The news he bears isn't good by any stretch, but he's hoping to break it to her as gently as possible.]

Ignis-san...

[The moment he opens that connection he'll feel worry flowing over it. Because of course these two dumb lovebirds usually greet each other every morning and Fuuka is trying not to panic because Prompto isn't responding. He must have overslept, right?

... but Ignis contacting her just amplifies the worry. She tries to stem it, but really, she's so scared for what she might hear.]

Is it about Prompto?

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I'm afraid so.

[However, not all the news is bad-- though he's sure that Fuuka will be feeling Prompto's absence just as deeply as the rest of them.]

He appears to have left us, albeit only temporarily. We have his crystal. Generally, that means the owner will return before too long, but I thought that you ought to be told.

[He liked how quiet the spa was after hours. The ability to take a break from the rush and noise of the day, bouncing around socializing with all the new company and those who'd never been much to leave him to his own devices - especially after everything that's happened over the last few months - made it where he enjoyed the tranquil moments of the evening. Probably why he didn't mind idly spending his time cleaning the cafe, his dragon lingering behind him to lick up the scraps that hit the floor while he wiped down each table methodically.

Though his thoughts weren't exactly focused on the task, this time, so much as silently wondering what he should do about his kouhai. It didn't take much for him to realize she'd been fretting over something, not that she made it particularly difficult to figure out. He just hadn't been able to decide on a proper way to question her about it, so he settled on the idea of waiting until later - when the two of them could actually sit down and chat with something warm to drink between the two of them. Hopefully this time the contents would actually stay that way, when considering their track record of freezing things during more serious conversations.]

[A noise of awe.]

I've never heard of such a thing... Not the phone app of which you speak or... of dungeons created by distorted desires. How strange.

Does that have something to do with your outfits, as well?

[She didn't get to see Akira's but is assuming that he did have one, since Futaba and Makoto did.]

[A small breath of relief escapes her. It's not great news, but at least he's only gone for a few days. It's better than leaving completely.

... though it's still worrying. How long will he be gone? Will he be okay? She abruptly remembers how he told her what had happened to him just before he arrived in Verens, and it makes her breath catch, a bit of horror trickling over the connection.]

Will— will he be alright?

[and she'd be right about that, of course]

It does. Those outfits are what protect us from a Palace's distortion. They're physical manifestations of our "wills of rebellion."

[That's right... Castor's summoning usually leaves Shinjiro weak, doesn't it? At least when Castor comes out of his own volition. Still, if it's long enough to get within range of someone who was able to protect them...

Her eyes draw up to her senpai when he starts to explain his suspicions, and something about his expression told her that he had an idea, if he was maybe reluctant to share it for whatever reason.

No warnings until it had happened, of course. Fuuka is quiet, gaze on the table, before it lifts to Shinjiro again.]

...is that all?

[You look like you still have more on your mind, Shinjiro. Tell her. They need to work through this together.]

[Shinjiro had asked to talk to Fuuka later that evening, and Fuuka was sure she hadn't been very good at disguising her upset about Prompto leaving. Not that she did it intentionally so much as it was just... a natural behavior of hers, to try to put a friendly smile on for the sake of others and not wanting to bother them.

But of course her senpai would have none of that.

...but to be honest, it would be nice to have someone to talk to about this. She's just been stewing in her own thoughts about all the ways this could go wrong and it's exhausting. So that evening, she heads downstairs and sees Shinjiro already waiting for her at "their" table, a cup of tea waiting. She gives a small smile, and thought it's somewhat weak, it's genuine.]

Hello, senpai.

[She comes over and takes a seat, grabbing the cup and taking a sip. The warm, sweet liquid helps her relax, and she takes a deep breath of the aroma and lets it out as she sets the cup back down, but keeps her hands wrapped around the warm ceramic.

Quietly, looking down at it, she asks:]

... do you know what happened?

Oh... [Can you feel that bit of awe flowing through the connection.] That sounds... really cool...

[why didn't her group get outfits made out of the will of rebellion, whaaaaaat!]

It is pretty neat.

[he admits with a smile, and appreciation meets her awe]

The outfits are based on our own personal ideas on what "rebellion" looks like. So they reflect our inner selves as much as our Personas do, I'd say.

[He recoils a little into his coat, when Fuuka's gaze hits him. Looking for all the world a lot more uncomfortable, but considering what the topic was about, having to talk about things this personal always made him reluctant to say much to start with.

He knew if he just kept quiet, nothing would get solved, but he didn't think explaining the events leading up to Castor's outburst in detail would really help the situation either. If anything he was confident she'd only worry more, and it's a thought that keeps him silent for a long moment. The hands currently resting over the table's surface curling into loose fists as he focused attention down towards them, before he eventually gives in with a tired sigh.]

No. [He'll shift back against his chair, finally turning his eyes up to Fuuka once more.] How much do you know about the side effects of suppressors?

[Out of everyone he knew, Fuuka was perhaps the easiest to figure out whenever it came to something being wrong. A talent that only proved to get more refined the longer they hung out together, and although he'd slowly picked up on some of her tells back where they were from, he'd gotten considerably better about it here. Something that hadn't necessarily been intentional, at first, so much as quiet observation, but it was difficult not to pay particular attention to certain details the more they hung out together.

She was, after all, someone he found important enough to care about. In the minor, distant ways that he could.

The smile he returns isn't much better, the corners of his mouth briefly shifting upwards, but it was enough to give her a more gentler look. Far different than the usual gruff exterior he'd normally try to play up around most people. Any greeting he might have given, however, was disregarded in favor of simply nodding in her direction before his eyes would drift back down to his own tea.

Waiting for her to speak first, as he generally wasn't sure how to breech the subject and was considering just starting with a normal conversation until her questions has him peering over his cup.]

... No, but considering the way you've been actin', it must be something important.

Physically, I believe so.

[He can't say he knows everything about their future, but if Prompto had come to any real harm, Noctis surely would have told him well before now.]

However, he will certainly need your support when he returns. Things are difficult back home-- for us all, unfortunately.

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