Ryoji | 03

[gotnyxed]

Who: Ryoji, anyone
Where: The Warehouse
Style: Third, plox. The mun needs the practice. XD
Status: OPEN

He was so...tiredRyoji groaned in protest as he tried to lift his head off his pillow. Why was he so tired? He could barely even lift his chin up to look around the room. First he was separated from Minato and Akihiko in this strange place, then

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[un_forgetting]

Clack, clack, clack. Naoya had left his room on a whim, listening to the echo of his geta against the walls. This place...there was no way out. Trapped. Rats in a cage, or perhaps a maze. He had to wonder if there would be any 'cheese', so to speak.

But he didn't particularly care. He had other things to worry about. Like where the hell his brother was. Goddammit...

...And what was this he was sensing? Naoya's eyes narrowed. Well, well, what had we here?

"....This is unexpected..."

[gotnyxed]

A voice...?

Even if it was a guy, it was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever heard. Funny how being isolated from everyone was affecting him. He didn't really care, either.

He looked up, breathing in relief at the sight of another human being. The man looked familiar, but in the haze of weariness he couldn't think straight. "I...need help..."

Ryoji took one step into the hall and stumbled, only having the energy to cringe and splay his hands on the concrete floor as his knee hit the same unforgiving surface.

[un_forgetting]

"So it seems..." Naoya stared down at him, curious. His energy seemed to be being drained much more than he was...interesting. And he didn't look so well, either.

"There's no way I can replenish your energy, Mochizuki."

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He looked up at the stranger, trying to once again pull himself to his feet. "W-what... How do you know me?"

God, his head was an entire fog right now.