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[to_slay_god]

[Sitting alone near the mall's fountain sits a familiar figure to those who know the world of the Lock Down well. Clad in his usual casual combination of Haori, pants, and shirt, Naoya seems to show no real emotion in the face of finding himself so far from home

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[mistakengrace]

Like what, brother?

[Hi, Naoya. You're not sitting alone anymore, since you now have the rapt attention of this catphones boy.

...He might not be pinging the way you'd expect.]

[to_slay_god]

Perhaps a way to begin war with the heavens or maybe finding something to give my brother for his birthday~

[mistakengrace]

...It's Abel's birthday for you, soon?

[Apparently not his Naoya after all, then. War with the heavens is cool and all, but there aren't really any heavens to challenge here, so. This is obviously the more important subject.]

[to_slay_god]

It should be in a month or two. While I'm quite angry with him for what he did during the Lock Down, he is still my brother.

[mistakengrace]

...I see.

[...]

Say, brother? Do you know my name?

[to_slay_god]

The Abel I know goes by the name of Tsukasa. From your tone I imagine that is not your name.

[mistakengrace]

Neither are mine. [But he's smiling anyway.] I'm "Ayato", and "שֵׁת".

[Ayato slips into a different language as he turns to face Naoya fully.]

It's nice to meet you.

[-And then back to Japanese.]

[to_slay_god]

It is nice to meet you as well Ayato. You are every bit as sweet as my Tsukasa~