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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou appears on the Plane, seeming fairly annoyed at something. He has a bruise on the left side of his face that's only now starting to fade, and his left arm is wrapped up on Yuzuriha's advice. In his hands is a folded up piece of paper, which he opens up to see what's printed on it before taking a breath and letting it rest at his side. He looks around for a moment, apparently for someone in particular, before deciding just calling for him might be the better choice in a place as large as this.]

Sakurai. I need to talk to you. ... Now.

[If you managed to catch a look at the paper while he had it up, it's a missing person's flier for none other than one Sakurai Yuuto.]

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[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Just... holds the flier out for him to see.] This is why.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

[Yuuto takes the flyer with a scoff, then... actually looks at it. Surprise fades to ... worry.]

... This is a joke, right? I've... I've been with Airi every day, the same as ever. Who's spreading lies about me?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

According to Ai-chan, this is the third day she hasn't heard from you. Today, Ozaki-san came in with these and she was setting them up outside when I found her.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

... What...? [He swallows hard.] Something... something's not right here.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... Very. [His annoyed look is fading, but it still lurks around the edges. He tilts his head a little.] You say you've been with Ai-chan?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

[Of course he's still annoyed. He's always annoyed with Yuuto.] I have. When there are no Imagin rampaging, I try to spend as much time with her as I can.

... I don't like the sound of this.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Not always... just a majority of the time.] Neither do I. But what is 'this'?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

I don't know, but if people think I'm not around... What if something big happens? [He looks away.] Airi...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... I don't know. [And his fist curls up tightly at his side, the only indication of his irritation and stress over all of this that he's willing to show right now.] I only have two cards left, Sakurai. If this extends to the Imagin...

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

... So you are limited... We'll fix this before anything happens, Ryotarou. I promise. [He hands the flier back, not wanting to look at it anymore.] Maybe we should ask someone else about this. It didn't start happening until I found this place, right?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I've told you that before. [He takes the flier and forces himself to relax so he can start folding it back up.]

... Right. But who?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Wasn't there some weird woman?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Yes, but... I'm not sure how good of an idea that is.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

What makes you say that?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

She's one of the people that runs this, right? Why would she want to tell us anything?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Then let's ask someone who's been here a while, I don't know. [Yes, he's getting fussy.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[It's a natural, eventual state when he's around Ryotarou. He's used to it.] I guess that means you don't have anyone in mind.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Maybe the Doctor? I just got here, you know.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I don't know who you've talked to. [Slight headtilt at this, though.] Have you spoken to any of them?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Mm. A couple of people, I guess. [He crosses his arms.] Any of the Doctors? Just the one that you talk to a lot. [He'd bring up how MAD he is that Ryotarou didn't tell him sooner, but ... bad timing.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Who? [Then... pauses.] ... ah. Brown hair, probably wearing a suit...?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that one. He'd know.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

That's the tenth that was here first. [Tilts his head a bit and nods, though.] You could ask him about it.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

... What will you be doing in the meantime?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

Does it matter?