[ Eighth Reincarnation | Voice ]

[first_scorned]

[ It is somewhat early on into the morning now, but... he cannot sleep. Eight a.m., and he hadn't slept yet. Naoya's sleep habits were always terrible; he wished he could forget everything, sometimes. Right now, most of all, he was likely in a sour mood, as he tended to be in the early morning. He was worried about Hiroki. ]... Tell me, Vatheon...

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voice.

[mrhanekoma]

You sure do talk like a man with a lot of time on his hands, boss.

[And then, he voice practically seeps with the grin on his face.]

What do you want with Neku?

[Voice]

[first_scorned]

Sakuraba is your friend's proxy, isn't he? It's a little impolite to go hack things, you know. Though I've got to applaud you on that; it would figure the day I don't feel like locking something completely is when it gets hacked.

[ He's really just nosy. That is his excuse. Although he had forever, really. Reincarnation was SUCH a bitch. ]

... Oh, don't worry, I'm simply curious as to his present condition.

[ And maybe whether or not he has to be the healfag again, like with Ragna. ]

voice.

[mrhanekoma]

Hey, mista, I was just a bit curious too.

[A chuckle.]

Well, he's hurt, o' course, but why would you even be interested, hm?

[Voice]

[first_scorned]

Truth be told? He reminds me entirely too much of a certain boy I know. And if it were me, in that place, I would be concerned. ... He's also a friend of Kishi-san's.

[ Like this explains everything. But shhh, he's not going to say he cares about Touka being happy, nope. ]

[mrhanekoma]

Ah, makes sense.

[Fff Naoya was a softy. That was hilarious. He's resisting the urge to chuckle here.]

I can tell you for sure that he's fine. He just needs a bit of time to rest.

[first_scorned]

[ Soft as a marshmallow in reality, yep. Please don't laugh at him sljkflgkdjhg. ]

That's good.

[ He knows if it had been Hiroki, he'd be worried sick and killed whoever had done it, so... ]

[mrhanekoma]

Heh.

[And then a thoughtful pause before he grins.]

Now that I've got ya here, how're ya, Mister Naoya?

[first_scorned]

[ sjhfklkjh HOW CAN YOU EVEN ASK THAT AFTER PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE--you know what, never mind, he's given up trying to figure you out. ]

... Alive.

[ In other words tired. ]

You have a reason for asking? I'm not the one you should be concerned with.

[ Although... now that he considers it. This might be a longshot, but... ] You haven't seen another boy with headphones glued to his head wandering around, have you?

[mrhanekoma]

Hey, I'm a fair man, just because we got in a little tussle doesn't mean I should stop caring for the players-- I mean, people.

[A sheepish grin and he chuckles softly. Whoops, slip of the tongue.]

Also... I haven't, unfortunately. [He's pretty sure he could take a guess to figure out who the boy is.] If I do, I'll make sure to tell you.

[first_scorned]

[ ... Earns you a brow raise, but! More importantly. He does look a bit sullen about that. Dammit... ]

... Ah, I didn't... expect as much.

[ He was sick when he disappeared ldf;fkjhg Naoya is one Extremely Worried Big Brother. ]