741/I have a ?

I have a ?
Date of Scene:	23 December 2015
Location:	Plot Room #1
Synopsis:	Ikuto wants to ask Mikoto a question.
Cast of Characters:	Ikuto Tsukiyomi, Mikoto Nakajima

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Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
It's getting colder. And with his nightmares, there's no way he's going to stay where Easter's provided for him to live. That's not a home. It's just a house. But he does know someone he might be able to ask. So he sends a text message to a certain person, on his burner phone. It's a very simple message:

'i have a ?, meet @ warehouse'

He and Yoru be there by the time she shows up. Ikuto's wearing his usual all-black, with a heavy long-coat over it. His violin case is looped over his shoulder, but he manages not to lean on it as he leans against the building. Yoru, however, won't immediately be seen. He's there, though... but hidden...

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto has been hoping to hear from him, to be honest. She wasn't entirely sure, when she gave him the phone, if he'd bother to use it. That he has, she hopes means she's gotten through his stubborn, rock-hard skull once again.

So she makes her way to the warehouse, where she'd been planning out her attempt at a return to the PreCure graveyard. Flying is quicker and more convenient, but she does send a message to Reese to have a car ready for them, just in case.

She drops out of the sky into the alley next to the warehouse, taking advantage of the shadows to conceal her arrival, though she doesn't try to hide from Ikuto. She's not there to do anything bad to him, after all!

"Hey," she calls to him as she walks closer. "You meow'ed?"

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
If Ikuto notices her before she makes her official appearance, he doesn't mention it. His head's down and he's looking at the ground, and he looks up as she speaks. He starts a bit, as if he was surprised. He might notice that he looks tired. It's not too terribly bad at the moment, though, thankfully. He smirks at her words once he registers it. "Nyan," he says flatly, in jest.

And then there's a wiggling around in his coat, and a moment later, Yoru pops his head out. "Nyaaa~!" he proclaims. apparently he'd been hiding in Ikuto's coat, where it was warmer.

Ikuto reaches up to ruffle Yoru's hair. Then he looks to Mikoto. "I wanted to ask you something. Not out here, though."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto nods, and lifts a hand to wave hello. "Nyan," she returns, just as flatly. "And Nyan-nyan to you as well, Yoru." She reaches into a pocket, producing a small, Halloween-size chocolate bar, that she tosses to the feline little Chara.

"Yeah." She reaches over to unlock the door and let everyone in. "It's getting kind of chilly out." She's somewhat surprised he didn't bother to pick the lock and let himself in, she'd sort of expected it. Maybe it was that good... maybe he was too tired to try, he does look kind of drained, she thinks. Doesn't matter right now. "You hungry? I can have Reese go get some takeout."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Yoru squirms out of Ikuto's coat when he sees the chocolate bar flying at him, and catches it expertly. "Whoo, chocolate!" he crows. For his part, Ikuto goes inside when Mikoto unlocks the door. "That's what I wanted to ask you about," he observes. "The warehouse, not the takeout. But that would be nice." He hasn't eaten yet this evening, after all.

"I don't know if you've experienced it," Ikuto begins, as he pulls his coat off. He puts it somewhere it's not in the way, and finds a place to sit. Well, in his case, more like somewhere to recline lazily. "But a lot of people have been having nightmares. My house has cameras all over the place, and Easter's always watching me. I don't want them to see me having nightmares. I want to stay here instead, so I can sleep." Though it's more he wants to have his nightmares in peace.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
The warehouse has a nice bit of office space for the foreman, and a little break area for the workers, with comfortable chairs and all. That's where Mikoto leads the little group.

"You're not alone there, yeah." She finds a seat of her own, settling in and dropping her own coat on another chair. "I've been having... well, it's been a rough few days. Missed an important meeting yesterday, thanks to... stuff." Her own nightmares, that is.

"You don't think they'll rag on you for getting out of the house?"

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto nods. "We're not the only ones," he notes. "A bunch of the kids at school are showing signs of being sleep-deprived. Couple of them are getting really nasty about it too."

"You noticed when you bothered to go-nya," Yoru speaks up. Ikuto smirks, but doesn't admit to skipping class.

He does look at her with a shake of his head. "No. They're used to me leaving the house. It shouldn't strike them as odd."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto sinks into her seat, stretching out, hands above her head. With her Barrier Jacket and winter coat off, she's left in jeans and a light silk blouse, in her trademark blue. "Same at Infinity, too." Her eyes are back to their familiar vivid green, at least. That's probably a good sign. And she's tapping away on her phone, sending a text to Reese about the food.

"There aren't a whole lot of amenities, here... but between this, Summer Garden, and - well, I think we can keep you out of the weather." She was about to add a third place, wasn't she? Maybe her dorm? That'd be ... well, rather forward of her, wouldn't it? But then, she's always been one to speak her mind about what she wants.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto picks up on this, too. He turns his head in her direction, and raises a brow. "Oh?" he observes. A teasing note to his voice, he asks, "Did you have somewhere else in mind too? Maybe somewhere I shouldn't be?"

he's being naughty again. Actually no, he's just teasing Mikoto. But he's not going to let the opportunity to tease her pass him by. It's a ponytail, he's going to pull it.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto reddens a bit. Apparently that was what she was going to say. Of course, not even Reese would let her get away with that. It's one thing to share an apartment for a night or two, but the close confines of a dorm room?

"Maaaaaybe," she teases back. "Did you at least get a few changes of clothes and such when you ran out? Or do we need to go shopping, too?"

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto freezes at her question, blinking as if confused. No, he'd completely forgotten. He hadn't been back to his house since his nightmare the previous night. he had a couple since that really vile one, but none that bad. Still, it was getting to be more than he could stand. But, though he doesn't answer the question directly, his response is probably informative enough.

"...Che'."

Yoru starts to laugh.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I'd figured as much." She sighs and sinks back into her seat, settling in. Hopefully Reese will turn up with the food soon. "And nobody has any idea what's causing these nightmares?"

If they could find the cause, deal with it... maybe then...

"Well, once Uncle John gets here, we'll get some shopping in, pick up enough for a few days... hopefully by then we'll have figured out what's going on with all this."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
"...Things were getting pretty bad, and I needed to get out fast," Ikuto replies. "With my sudden jump in productivity, Director-san is wondering what's going on. Wouldn't surprise me if he had the whole place equipped with cameras and bugs. I need to be careful, otherwise he'll realize something is up. And that's exactly what I don't want."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto's heard this bit a half-dozen times from him, easily. And she agrees with him, it is important to keep Easter in the dark until they're ready to move. She doesn't have to like it, though, or the effects of Ikuto's increased productivity.

"Maybe you should cut back a bit. You've been pushing pretty hard... they might get just as suspicious of you being -too- cooperative, after so much time spent being the little rebel."

'Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
"I haven't made myself seem too cooperative," Ikuto replies. "I'm trying to make it seem like a progression. Like I'm enjoying the increased priviledge or whatever. I got the three. Now I'm up to five. I'm going to start making them think I'm interested in the company. Slowly."

No, Ikuto doesn't like it either. Because he has thought about what he's doing. It's like someone taking Yoru away from him, and he knows it. But what else can he do? He can't cut and run now. Not with Utau still in their clutches...

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I know. I still don't like it." She turns away for a moment, then back to Ikuto. "What do they actually do with the eggs you bring in?" she finally asks, curious and concerned.

"If we can somehow get them back to the kids they were taken from..." It's a long-term goal. Probably impossible. But it wouldn't be right not to at least try.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
"Nikaidou's been trying to see if he can use them to get to the Embryo," Ikuto replies. "He's not been having any luck so far, but Director-san is a slavedriver. And he's afraid of what the Director would do if he failed. So he's not giving up. I'm not sure what his plan is when that fails." He speaks in certainties.

And as he speaks, Yoru alights upon his chest and curls up, beginning to doze off. Seems like the little Chara hasn't been sleeping well either. Maybe because Ikuto hasn't been.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto nods. "If there's anything we can do to make sure that they're... returnable.." She trails off. She doesn't really understand just what they're doing. She isn't sure she wants to.

Fortunately for her, an interruption is just what the (cat)girl needed. "Uncle John, you're a lifesaver," she proclaims, as he enters laden down with food.

"I'm sure," he replies. "Your father's started to take notice of how much you're using Summer Garden, though."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto actually has the manners enough to sit up properly when Reese comes in. This does dislodge Yoru, who 'Nya!'s in complaint as he falls off Ikuto's chest. But he yawns, and floats into the air. For his part, Ikuto stands, offering a polite nod of greting. And winces a bit when he mentions the Summer Garden. He doesn't apologize, though. Because he can't really help it.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"Well, fudge," Mikoto says, taking the bag of food. "Thanks for getting this, at least..." She looks down at the takeout containers, then back up. "He isn't, you know..."

"Upset?" Reese finishes for her. "Not yet. He is, however, curious. And he knows there's a boy involved. He's already ordered a background check on Tsukiyomi-kun here."

Mikoto swallows heavily. "He... he knows about...?" She sinks back into her seat, the color draining out of her face.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto frowns at Reese's mention of a background check. "All he'll find is that I'm a slightly rebellious son of a rich CEO," he points out. And then to Mikoto, "It's not like exactly what I do can be written down on just any piece of paper." Does Reese even know? Maybe, maybe not. But he's at least very likely aware Ikuto's into shady business.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"... that's even worse." Mikoto's hand tightens on the takeout container, styrofoam creaking under her fingers. "If he thought you were just some nobody, all he'd do is tell me to stay away from you, and I'd ignore him."

Reese clears his throat, and Yoru probably has his own opinions on the thought of her crushing their dinner, and she manages to unclench and start actually passing out the food. Looks like Reese found a nice Indian restaurant this time. Chicken in a rich spicy sauce over rice. It'd be horrible for such a bad mood to spoil such good food.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto blinks. "...What do you mean?" he inquires. "Even if he goes to Kazuomi, when he tells your father how I'm bad news and a rebellious little hellion, the same thing will happen." He shrugs. "There are other circumstances too. Most of them point to 'this boy's bad news'. I wouldn't worry about it."

He sits back down, with a smile at the smell of the food. Even Yoru seems to wake up a little, and heads over, licking his lips. "that smells really good-nya," he comments.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto nods and pushes one of the containers - not the one she almost crushed - across to Ikuto, along with some utensils to eat it with. She takes the crushed one for her own. "You clearly don't know my father."

She scoops up some of the chicken and sauce and rice and starts to eat. She's almost as hungry as Ikuto probably is.

Meanwhile, Reese retreats, to provide the two some privacy, with his own meal.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto accepts the container and the utensils, with a nod of thanks. Yoru begins to hover around Ikuto until the container is opened. It's almost funny how the two of them eat around each other while sharing a meal. They seem to have figured out just how to share a meal while not getting in each other's way.

"What do you mean?" Ikuto inquires. Nomf. He'll pause long enough to not be rude before noting, "If he wants you to do better for yourself, he'll take great pains to keep you away from me. My family has... a lot of bad luck following it."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I mean he'll think it's funny. Two bad-kid rebels from rich families end up hanging out together? And actually trying to do good? Yeah, that'll tickle the old man's fancy." He isn't that old. But from the perspective of a teenager, forty-something is infinity-something.

"He'll probably think it's just the thing to get me to be respectable. Make a big deal of it, cut deals with your family..." She shakes her head. "If the kami have any mercy at all..."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
"He doesn't have to know I'm trying to do good," Ikuto points out, with a smirk. Uh-oh. That's the expression he gets when he's planning something. Oh boy...

Ikuto shakes his head. "Very doubtful," he notes. "Kazuomi's a greedy..." Pause. "Well, you know what I mean. If your family's shrewd, Director-san will probably feel more threatened by them than anything else. He sees me as an object that belongs to him, not as a person."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"Which could be worse. If Dad scares them, how do you think they're going to react?" She stabs her spoon into the rice and stirs it about. "And remember, he's going to get this Kazuomi's perspective on it. So if he likes what you're doing... then all Dad's going to hear is that I'm seeing a respected young man."

Oh, what a wondrous web we weave, when we practice to deceive. "Kuso... This has the potential to be so many different kinds of disaster."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto sighs. "Would it ever be any other way?" he points out. He's got a smirk on his face. No, he doesn't find it funny. And there's an edge to the smirk. But he's trying to reassure her. Even if he doesn't really know how.

Yoru pauses in chowing down. "Well. If all he gets is Director-san's viewpoint, I know what he'd say-nya." He floats up, flattening his ears back, making his eyes droop, and placing his hand-paws on his hips. Mimicking Kazuomi's raspy-sounding baritone as best as he could, he drawls, "'His father was a horribly unreliable man. He even left his children and wife. But I suppose that's what musicians are, flighty and unreliable. Ikuto's just the same! No matter how much I give him, he refuses to do his duties to his family'.

The feline Chara's ears and eyes returned to normal, and when he speaks, his voice has also returned to normal. "Somethin' like that-nya?" Ikuto nods, with an affirmative sound.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"Oh, that ought to be just peachy," Mikoto mutters. "Well. There's nothing we can do about it now... nothing but be prepared for anything." She sighs softly. "Maybe it's better if they don't find you at Summer Garden. We'll have to work something else out. And he'll definitely blow his top if I start using another safehouse..."

"I don't want to think about this right now. I want to enjoy having dinner with you. Let's not talk about it anymore, okay?"

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
"That's why I was asking about here," Ikuto replies. "Because I didn't want to make it look like you were housing someone. Why would someone actually live in a warehouse?" A chuckle.

Though as Mikoto indicates she wants to talk about something else, he nods. It takes him a moment, and he takes a few bites of his food before he comes up with something else. "...What do you want for Christmas?"

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I'm sure we can get a cot or something in... and some decent amenities. A little more in the way of kitchen and bathing facilities, at least. There's a hazmat decontamination shower, but I don't think you want cold water in the middle of winter..." Mikoto sighs softly.

"I've seen stranger. There actually are a couple around here... people with big collections and such... there's one guy who collects antique cars. He keeps them in a warehouse here, and he's got a workshop and everything... and a whole little apartment set up so he can spend the night if he works all through the day on one of his toys." She manages a forced little chuckle.

"Christmas... mmm. I was just wondering the same about you, to be honest, when I got your text..." She considers it while she eats another couple of bites of chicken. "You, your sister... and your director's head on a silver platter."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
The thought of cold water in the middle of winter gets a shudder. "No," he confirms. The mention of the cars and someone spending all night working on one gets a thoughtful 'hmm'. "I guess that makes sense," he says. A car might be warmer in winter, too. But anyway. He smirks a bit as the subject transitions to Christmas. "Director-san's head would make a messy present. And I know what to get Utau," he states.

"Yeah. All you gotta do is show up there-nya," Yoru replies, snickering. "She'll latch on like this." He glomps onto Ikuto's arm. "An' she won't let go-nya."

Ikuto suddenly looks worried. If this was an anime, that might actually be a sweatdrop. "...She will, won't she?"

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I'll wager she wouldn't mind head on platter, either," Mikoto jests. "But you're right, it would be messy. We should get someone from one of the museums to embalm it, like a mummy. Then we can haul it out on Halloween and terrify the neighborhood children with it."

She blinks at Yoru's glomp. "She... would, would she?"

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto suddenly looks uncomfortable. "Mhm," he confirms. "I don't see her that much, because I don't want Kazuomi to use it against either of us. It's easier if he thinks I don't care. So... whenever I go visit her, she hugs me and won't let go."

He doesn't mention that she's always done that. But that's all right, Yoru is obliging enough to do so. "Ne, Ikuto. She's always been like that-nya! Remember the hide-and-seek-- mmmf!"

The muffled sound is due to Ikuto reaching up suddenly and grabbing Yoru around the mouth, gently enough not to hurt him but firmly enough to preclude the comment. "Urusai."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
There's a certain sense of amusement that some girls, especially teenagers, find in the romantic embarassment of boys. Mikoto does indeed find it hard to avoid a little smile at Ikuto's reaction, especially with Yoru's imitation of the sister added in. "Wow... sounds like she really cares about you. I should definitely meet her... sometime soon, I hope."

She leans back in her seat and crosses her legs, considering for a moment, chewing on the end of her spoon. "Nothing stopping us from going out to get her a present or two, though... Girl deserves a little fancy in her life, hmm?"

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
"...That's true, I guess," Ikuto replies, releasing Yoru. The little Chara remains in the air its eyes very much resembling pinwheels for the moment as a quiet 'nyaaaaa~' escapes. "What could I get her, though?" Ikuto inquires. "I don't shop for girls very often." Which may have been why he asked Mikoto what she wanted.

Yoru shakes his head, recovering. "You could always get her a new microphone-nya," Yoru suggests.

"She gets them at the studio," Ikuto points out. "She gets all the stuff she needs for recording at the studio."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto nods. "Sounds like work things are all taken care of. Besides, this isn't about work, it's about family. You want to get her something for fun, something to be beautiful or special. Now, you're her brother, so jewelry isn't quite right, except maybe something like earrings..."

She taps a finger against her lip, still chewing on the spoon. "Maybe a cashmere sweater, or a really nice silk scarf... that's the sort of thing to think about."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto nods to the remark of family over work. And he gives a thoughtful 'hmmm' at the mention of something 'not so special'. "I'm not sure what she'd like, though. Something fun? She doesn't do a lot that isn't work. Though I guess I could get her something to keep Il and El in." Pause, smirk. "Or rather, a pillow for El and a cage for Il."

Yoru laughs. "She is a little devil, isn't she?"

And Ikuto just smirks. Though at the mention of a scarf, he tilts his head. "What about one of those fuzzy scarf, slash sweater, slash dress, slash 'every other garment you can ever imagine' things?"

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto chuckles softly, shaking her head. "No, no. It should be something specific... something special to her. Maybe look for a pattern she might find appealing, or her favorite color..." She runs down a few other ideas. Most of them would be fairly expensive.

"In the end, the real key is to show you put some thought into it, not that you grabbed the first thing that came to mind. That's what will really please her." Or me.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto blinks. "...Actually I... don't know her favorite color," he admits. That's a horrible thing for a brother to say, isn't it? "But I guess... a wing motif might be something she'd like. Maybe something not completely angelic or demonic, but a bit of both?" Because 'angel' and 'devil' are both intrinsic concepts to Utau. And both have wings.

He nods, thinking about the advice of putting though into a gift. Though he smirks a bit as he returns to something Mikoto had said earlier. "...Does that mean I can get you jewelry other than earrings?" He might be teasing, it's hard to tell.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto considers the 'wing' motif for a moment, then nods. "Yes, that might work... maybe something like a butterfly, or a raven?" She hmms to herself, considering. "A brooch might do it, that'd be alright..."

Teasing Mikoto is almost always worth it, it seems. "Well! The light begins to dawn, hmm? A ring would be a bit forward right now... and this is the only pendant I'll wear most of the time," she taps Carnwennan's storage form, a little silvery amulet mostly hidden by her blouse. "But a bracelet, say? That might work." She flashes him a little smile, genuine and warm, this time, finally coming out of the shell of depression she'd hit when she learned about her father's interest in their affairs.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto thinks a bit. "Hey... a butterfly might work-nya!" he suggests. "Because of her song!"

Ikuto nods. "She wears high necklines a lot, too. So she could pin one to her shirt."

Then the mention of jewelry for Mikoto! Ikuto smirks. "I guess one of those big, giant chunky charm bracelets wouldn't cut it?" he inquires. Again, he's... probably teasing. He better be.

Yoru gives a disgusted 'nyaaa!' "you better not, Ikuto. those things literally have the patent on being horrible-nya."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I have to agree with Yoru-nyan on this one, my boy. I'd be honor-bound to do something horrible to you if you did that. Think elegant and fashionable."

She tosses Yoru another of those little chocolates, and smiles again. "And there's one other thing you can get me. I want to meet her."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto chuckles at the mention of doing something horrible to him over a gaudy charm bracelet. "I'm a cat, you understand," he teases. "Shiny things distract m horribly." He winks. And Yoru catches the chocolate, with a 'Nyaha!' of triumph!

Suddenly Mikoto's saying something that Ikuto's not quite sure he heard right. He pauses, looks back to Mikoto, and blinks. "...What?"

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I'm a girl, you understand. Shiny, elegant things distract me." She winks right back.

"I know it's not going to be easy. Probably not possible for a while. But... she's your family. And we're getting her out of there, too, not just you. I... want the chance to get to know your real family, not the crummy old fart who's making you run around and hurt little kids."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto goes quiet for a little while, mulling that over in his head. It's true, Kazuomi's no more his real father than Tsukumo is. But still... "...I don't want her to get attached to me more," he says softly. "I know that sounds weird. But if I go see her, she'll be clingy for a while, and then Director-san will have more to use to make her do his dirty work."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto nods. "I said it wouldn't be easy. We'd have to find a way to do it so he doesn't notice... something quiet, in secret." She sighs softly. "I wish we could do one of those 'magically binding promises' like in all those dumb Harry Potter fanfictions." It wouldn't work. It's entirely silly. But it isn't easy to come up with a way to sneak around Easter and make sure Utau doesn't give them away.

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto emits a sound that's clearly laughter, over the 'magically binding promise'. "That might not be as hard as you think," he says. "All these magical girls and boys running around. Maybe some of them know how to do that. Or how to erase memories or something."

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto chuckles, lightly, too, but there's a darker tone to it. "No, no. I'd never actually do that to a person." She seems to be almost disgusted by it, despite her joke. "Take away their memories? Bind their thoughts?" She shakes her head. "That takes away who they are as a person."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
"That's true," Ikuto agrees. "That's why it's so hard for me but not so much for the rest of them there at Easter. Because I have standards." Here a smirk pulls at his lip. Though soon he's looking at another subject. "So... a bracelet of some kind? And nothing gaudy and chunky, on pain of death?"

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"I know you do. Which is why the whole thing worries me so much. The more you do it, the more people get hurt by it..." She sighs and looks down. "We can't let it go on like this."

On the subject of jewelry, she seems to be appeased. "Yes, that's right. If you're going to get jewelry at all, that is. Like I said, put some thought into it. You know the kinds of things I like."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto nods, brows knitting in a frown. "Yeah. I don't like it either." But once they're stopped no one else has to lose their dream, he realizes. Mikoto's words of a gift get a thoughtful 'hmm'. "I'm not sure what else, though." Pause, smirk. "Maybe coupons for take out?" Yes, he's kidding.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
She chuckles, taking the joke for what it is meant as. "Now, now, Neko-chan, don't tease quite so much, hmm? That's the girl's prerogative." She's kidding, too. Mostly. Sorta.

"As for staying here, you can have the couch for tonight. Uncle John's gone and disappeared again, so I'm going to assume he's out picking up a few things to make it more comfortable for you. If he isn't... then as soon as he turns up again we'll make that shopping trip."

Ikuto Tsukiyomi has posed:
Ikuto raises a brow. 'Chan?' "I'm not that little," he teases. But he does offer a smile when permission is given. "Thank you," he says seriously, with a nod. "I'll try to be as little trouble as I can."

"Trouble is your middle name, Ikuto," Yoru pipes up. "You know it always finds you-nya." He's obviously teasing, since he flits over to Ikuto and flops down on the top of the boy's head.

Ikuto chuckles, and then reaches up to poke at the feline Chara. "Pest," he responds, though the words are fond.