ic contact;

[unswerved]

You just missed me. [ he's trying to sound cool. ] Leave a message or something, I guess.

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[unswerved]

[ then who's gonna kill yata if he does go on a murderous rampage?!?!?!? ]

I do have four jobs, and it's not as easy as being an eyeglasses model. . . [ his tone is soft when he speaks, and he tugs on the back of fushimi's shirt, too.

don't go, friend. ]

[swordplays]

[Nobody is killing Yata for any reason, not even a rampage.

He sighs, defeated. Even that small tug at his shirt is enough to get him to stay, so he moves, sliding back onto the bed and muttering to himself, though there isn't any real bite to it. Good thing it's dark, too, because he can smile a little bit as well.] Misaki would say stupid things even if he had zero jobs.

[unswerved]

[ dammit saru. don't smile when he can't see you! ]

Ah. That's— [ he's been had again. ] I guess. . .

[swordplays]

[He does what he wants. Including possibly stealing more blanket then he's entitled to, fight him.]

It's not too bad, though... being able to be around you a lot and hear all the things you say, even if some of those things are stupid questions.

[unswerved]

Heh.

[ this is now gossip time in the middle of the night. ]

If you think I'm dumb, you should check out this Jaune guy.

[swordplays]

[What else would two healthy?, young guys be doing in bed late at night besides gossiping???]

It's not a competition, Misaki.

[unswerved]

[ being freaky. in the sheets. ]

—gghk, I'm just saying.

I'm smarter.

[swordplays]

[Is that an invitation ///

But he's actually interacted with Jaune a little bit, and it's honestly a toss-up between the two for the title of biggest idiot.]

You're smart where it matters. Most of the time.

[unswerved]

[ he tugged on fushimi's shirt to take it off lbr here ]

Yeah! He should hear you say that.

[swordplays]

[Yata so bold. And also dumb. Fushimi has no desire to get into the middle of a Jaune and Yata battle over who's smarter.]

I think you can handle your own battles when it comes to people like him.

[unswerved]

[ a hand goes up to protest but it flops back down quickly on the sheets in defeat. ]

You can't even back me up on that one?

[swordplays]

[Well if he's going to be made to feel guilty about it... He sighs.]

If it happens to come up, I'll back you up.

[unswerved]

[ YES

YATA WINS ]

Awesome.

[ FISTBUMP ME IN THE DARK BRO ]

[swordplays]

[How is he supposed to do that in the dark?! But he can tell that Yata is pleased.]

Happy now?

[unswerved]

[ YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO FEEL HIS TESTOSTERONE ]

Yeah! Definitely.

[swordplays]

[Gross.

He huffs, half out of exasperation, and half out of fondness.]

You're so easy to please that it's almost ridiculous.

[unswerved]

[ man, he'll drop his fist then. :( way to be an aomine, saru. ]

That's not a bad thing, though?

[swordplays]

[Wrong anime, man.]

No... it's something that I like about you.

[THINGS HE WOULD NEVER SAY WITH THE LIGHTS ON.]

[unswerved]

[ oh //// ]

[unswerved]

[ he pull the sheets to bring more to his side. ]

We should probably get some rest.

[swordplays]

[Yes because now he needs to sleep off the effort of actually being honest with his feelings.]

You're right. It's already really late, so... [Even though he's the one that woke Yata up but whatever.]

[unswerved]

Y- Yeah, exactly. . . [ and not because his heart's racing or anything. ]

I'll see you in the morning.

[swordplays]

[Oh ///]

Goodnight, Misaki.

[unswerved]

N- Night, Saru.

[ GUESS WHO'S NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT. ]