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[componere]

Who: OU!Joshua, OU!Neku, other!Joshua
When: two weeks after Neku's Game in Shibuya's time
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ...Joshua/Neku/Joshua, because clearly, that's how we all roll. And probably variations of the aforementioned pairing. Swearing will be involved, and sex, and the like.
Summary: How about I get back to you on that?

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You'll have to forgive awkward responses. I've never played with another me before~

[god_of_the_game]

Well, this was something he hadn't seen for weeks. Or, at least, since he'd last looked in a mirror. Yoshiya was standing in the center of the Room of Reckoning, and the visitor was, needless to say, an unexpected one.

Still, no one belonged in the Room of Reckoning save for the Composer, and a Composer they both were. The same one. And this had happened before, coming face to face with himself. Another Joshua had never landed into his Room of Reckoning, but he was a welcome guest.

So Yoshiya smiled and tilted his head at the newcomer.

"Mishap?"

Likewise 8|a

[componere]

As expected, the voice reached his ears, if not a bit later than Joshua had expected. A slight exhale left his lips, almost reminiscent of amusement. Slowly, he lifted his gaze up and across the room, feigning complete indifference. A portrait of perfect composure.

"Something like that, I'm afraid," he began with a cordial smile, taking a step forward. "You'd think by now they would have worked out the... quirks."

Or made it impossible to pass between planes unless you were of the Higher Plane status. This was getting old. Fast. Nonetheless, a smirk took form. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important?"

[god_of_the_game]

Yoshiya knew that feeling well. It made things rather difficult, and he was starting to get very tired of the Angels interfering in their own indirect and oh-so-subtle ways. His smirk is steadfast despite the contempt that flickers briefly in his eyes.

"Nothing important, no. Shibuya's voice is as chaotic as usual."

It was impossible to set it right, at the moment; Neku's Soul was bright enough to upset Shibuya's entire balance, and the Composer was working overtime trying to keep the harmony. It wasn't working out too well, and the fact that Yoshiya refused to wipe his existence from his ex-Proxy's mind to assist the process was a key factor in Shibuya's discord.

"Jumping dimensions on your own?"

[componere]

"Not exactly, no," Joshua explained, left hand reaching up to push back his bangs, "Call it... an ill stroke of luck."

Subconsciously, the Composer licked his lips, more so out of nervous habit than anything else. His posture was as proper and casual (how that was possible at the same time would always be an enigma) as usual, refusing to betray his inner most turmoil.

"I don't suppose you could tell me about this...Plane while I wait for my ride back?" he suggested, reaching into his pocket for his cell. It was still odd to see the orange device instead of the other device he had grown accustomed to. Strange, strange things.