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[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

Ehh, ehh? This place looks kinda interesting~ [Ryuutaros puts his hands behind his head and takes several overexaggerated steps, while looking up at the sky. He stops suddenly and takes a more serious look around.]

Hey, how come I'm the only one here? Where'd those guys with the weird faces go? How come the train's not coming to pick me up?

[He turns around in place several times to look in all directions. Upon realizing that he doesn't recognize anything, he plops down on the ground and prods his boot with a finger, mumbling. Glancing over at the bar for a moment, he weighs the idea of going to get a drink but decides against it.] ...I bet Airi-neechan's drinks are a hundred times better anyway.

[Missing the other Taros right about now? Of course not! Nope, definitely no missing going on here.]

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[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

...I guess if Ryoutaro says it's like that, then... But- Ryoutaro's still Ryoutaro, right? [Fidget fidget] Sowecanstillbefriendsright?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I'm still me. ... I think. [... Waitwhat. That takes him by surprise.] You— am I Den-O where you come from?

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

[Nod nod.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... I see. [And here he pulls out the Zeronos belt, if Ryuutaros would like a look.]

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

[If Ryuutaros' eyes could get any bigger, they would.] But... How could Ryoutaro be like that...

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

I could ask the same about me being Den-O... That's just how it is, in my reality.

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

I guess... [He suddenly thinks of something] AH! Nee nee, Other Yuuto has another me, right? And I must hate you guys, right? [Tact, you were never Ryuta's strongpoint.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

You tried to kill me once.

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

Ehh, but I say I'm gonna do that all the time~

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

E-ehhh...!?

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

[He grins.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

You're... what? [This... If this is true, Sakurai is in for it. His own Imagin wants to kill him?]

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

But that's because it'd be really fun to be a conductor, right? ...but it's kinda fun with Ryoutaro, so maybe I won't~

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

A conductor? ... But, if you're my Imagin, wouldn't killing me kill you too?

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

For Den-Liner~ it sounds like fun, right? [He grins very innocently, as if this next part is the most practical thing in the world] But I really hate Yuuto, so I kinda gave up on killing Ryoutaro for now~

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... I guess that's a good thing, then. For Sakurai, I mean. [The other Yuuto seems capable enough anyway; it's his own that has Ryotarou's attention.]

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

[Insert look of momentary confusion here.] That guy with the huge jacket Ryoutaro keeps chasing...?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[L-lawl, he just doesn't like calling his little sister's fiancée by his name. HE DOESN'T REALLY APPROVE OF THE RELATIONSHIP, OKAY. D: The confused look is mimicked, though.]

... What?

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

[Call him 'GUY WHO WILL NEVER GET AIRI! NEVAAAAAAARRRRRRR']

But that's what Ryoutaro calls him. Sakurai-san, right?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[BEST. NICKNAME. EVER. Ryotarou approves. Ignore the fact that Sakurai is growing on him now.]

No, but— [that sounds familiar] — ... is that his future self, where you come from?

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, Ryoutaro. Ryuta only just met the guy and already likes him.]

Ehhh... I think so?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... Ah. No, I mean my Sakurai. The one from my reality.

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

AH! [He looks both ways conspiratorially] He's kinda tolerable, I guess.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

... Is that so?

[kotaekiitenai.livejournal.com]

[Is going to pretend he didn't just say a Yuuto was tolerable] You could always trade for ours! But he's a real jerk.