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[ivoryworld]

[Woodpecker was doing great for a while. He really was. He'd thought that even though the people he knew weren't there, he could hold out until the DR decided to send him home.

It didn't work out that way.

He met a Ryo and a Fubuki here, but they didn't make being here easier. Instead, seeing all the differences between them and the ones he knew only

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[blizzard10jouin]

[blizzard10jouin]

YUSUKE! ♥♥♥

[You are getting tackleglomped so hard right now.]

[ivoryworld]

[OH GOD SUDDEN FUBUKI GLOMP. It's not the fact that he's being hugged that catches him off guard--he's used to this from Fubuki. He just wasn't expecting a Fubuki to be here.]

Fubuki...?

[He doesn't look displeased to see you, Fubuki, but he does look pretty damn tired.]

[blizzardtenjoin]

[He lets go suddenly and puts his hands on the sides of Woodpecker's face, concerned.]

What's wrong? You look exhausted!

[miraclefusion]

[Juudai is wandering the halls right now, but something catches his eye as he passes the room in question at just the right angle. Very tentatively, he looks into the crack in the door to see a Fujiwara.

...Not that he and Fujiwara are particularly great friends or anything, but... kid has problems, yo. So he opens the door a little more and peers in.]

...Fujiwara?

[ivoryworld]

[Woodpecker's head snaps up at the sound of his name--and the familiar voice. He tries to straighten himself up a little, but the dark circles around his eyes and the messy hair are still there.]

I-- Judai. ...Hello.

[Somehow, Woodpecker isn't surprised to see him in a place like this. Judai works in mysterious ways.]

[miraclefusion]

...Did something happen? You look pretty terrible.

[Blunt as can be. Still, no point in lying about it... and if something did happen, he figures he might as well see if he can help. Fujiwaras are prone to having some serious problems, in his experience.]

[ivoryworld]

...I do? [He didn't realize it himself, but he hasn't been taking good care of his appearance lately.

He shakes his head.] No, nothing happened.

[Lying about his mental state is a habit he picked up pre-Darkness, and though he's been told countless times he should break it, he hasn't had much success with that yet.]

[tinyspazzmarik]

[When Spazz pops his head in the door during wandering he almost leaves when he sees Woodpecker, but when he remembers how Woodpecker's helped him a couple of times he sighs a little bit and sneaks in quietly.

He trots over to the bed and jumps up, w-which might startle Yusuke a bit.]

Hey...

[ivoryworld]

[It does, but not all that much. When he sees Spazz, he uncurls himself from the sort of ball he was in and tries to smile.]

Hi, Marik.

[tinyspazzmarik]

You look like you could use a hug.

[ivoryworld]

[It's hard to be frustrated for not being able to be alone for a while after something like that. Woodpecker doesn't want Spazz to see him in such a state, especially if it worries him this much.]

Thank you. But don't worry about me.

[obstinate_truth]

[Lackadaisically strolling down what must be the fiftieth unique blur of hallway, Trueman cannot help but cast his weary, passing glance into the ajar refuge of is a darkened room. How welcoming it is, the nostalgic memories and profound notions that the simple sight stirs withing his mind; a shelter, all his own, that is not blindingly illuminated by dozens of florescents..!

Truly, such a luxury is not one that he is worthy of at this point, but how his shoulders throb, and how his eyes are sore, and how the temptations of a soft and silken bed strike at his heart and make him all the more weary...

Furrowing his brow only out of a reflexive reluctance and disapproval towards his impious desires, he lets out a soft sigh as he feels the last remnants of his moral compass crumble into nothing beneath the demands of his aching body. So, with subtle raise of his arm and a gentle push of his hand, he opens the door.

...Such a familiar pose, that boy was in.]

Oh. Are you suffocating, Fujiwara Yusuke?

[ivoryworld]

[Woodpecker looks up when he hears the door opening, and sees...a Trueman. Probably the same one he met on his first day here. He's always thought that Truemans were somewhat creepy, especially after he escaped Darkness' control. And he really isn't sure what to think of this one, since he seems more like a person than a mindless humanoid minion.

He isn't sure if he wants to answer his question, either. It's strange enough that he doesn't know what kind of conversation he's getting himself into.]

...No.

[obstinate_truth]

[And Trueman's expression changes from one of a calm and tired bemusement, into a rather cold deadpan with Fujiwara's response. That 'no' was such a horrendous and bold-faced lie, that the very sound of the single word was enough to infuriate him on one-thousand levels. Because it's no secret that at the rate Fujiwara's going, the next thing he'd know, he'd be INCESSANTLY WANDERING OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF TALKING WITH PEOPLE AND SUCKING AT THREADS LIKE MR. TRUEMAN, KING OF THE EMOS AHHHHHH]

...Really.

[After a few moments of undoubtedly loaded silence pass between them, Trueman takes a few steps into the confines of the pleasantly dim room. Taking his time in casually turning and shutting the door behind him, he also takes the greatest of cares in ensuring that the typical 'click' of the doorknob's lock is rendered mute with slow and patient movements.]

Then just what is it are doing, exactly, Fujiwara Yusuke..?

For you to be all alone within this small, black room... Within this vast, horrendous rift...

Without a doubt, all of this