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[soundfrequency]

[written]

Has... anyone who was sent back home that returned later, when you came back did you remember being here before? Did you remember right away, I mean.

If you didn't... did you ever remember?

[action]

[A little while after Neku makes the entry he heads off to wander around town for a bit. Maybe something there would jog his memory some

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[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua sees Neku's entry and deliberately ignores it. He doesn't have any reason to respond to the question itself, and he doesn't feel like engaging Neku right now. So instead he is going to stay holed up in his home. He's too sick to deal with this right now.

A bit later, he heads downstairs to make tea. He's bundled up in a blanket, complete with flushed face and fuzzy slippers, and just as he finishes pouring a cup, the door opens and he looks up.

Oh.

Just who he wanted to see.

Joshua doesn't say anything immediately. ]

[soundfrequency]

[That's okay, Neku will talk first.]

Er, sorry. I just thought-I guess I'm getting memories back that are really old. [This is not awkward what are you talking about.]

[neverplaysfair]

... What do you remember? [ He doesn't want to hope. ]

[soundfrequency]

...was Mr. H here before?

[neverplaysfair]

...

[ He turns to his tea. ] Yes.

[soundfrequency]

So then I did remember that. I think I'm starting to remember other things, but they're not as clear.

[neverplaysfair]

... Is that so? [ He doesn't look up, instead sipping his tea. He coughs on the hot liquid. ]

[soundfrequency]

[He shrugs, slowly stepping further inside.]

Old memories it seems like it. Anything you'd like to fill me in on?

[neverplaysfair]

[ Scuse him while he finishes coughing before answering and moves to take a seat at the bar. ]

Mr. H has been gone for months. Closer to a year at this point. You... well. The rest it's probably better if you remember on your own. [ He takes another tentative sip, and doesn't cough on this one. Mostly he wants Neku to hurry up and remember letting Joshua listen to his Music, because it's less than two months until he's due for another fit of Shibuya withdrawal, and the last "one year since the clock began ticking" was a distinctly terrifying and painful experience he'd like to avoid repeating as much as possible. Neku's Music is likely his best, if only, chance at mitigating it. ]

[soundfrequency]

...I guess. [Small, frustrated sigh. Eying Joshua there.] How long have you been sick?

[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua takes another sip and stares down at his tea. ]

That depends on what you mean by "sick".

[soundfrequency]

Whatever is wrong with you.

[neverplaysfair]

Since I left Shibuya. [ A distinctly fake smile. ]

[soundfrequency]

...

[Wait. Wait. Waaaait. Oh I think there might be a memory coming back.]

[neverplaysfair]

... Earth to Neku?

[soundfrequency]

...I think I just remembered something.