[Keiko's not the only one up at this ungodly hour of the night - in fact, Yusuke here has been awake for nearly ten minutes now, tossing and turning and trying his very goddamn best to get back to sleep despite his rattled nerves. This nightmare might not have been anywhere near as bad as the one he'd had a couple nights ago, but it'd left him feeling tense and agitated all the same, with his senses on such high alert that when his 'Gear vibrates on the end table next to his bed, the sound alone is enough to damn near propel him onto his feet. He doesn't quite make it there, thanks to his movement being somewhat impaired by the heavy blankets tangled around his waist, but he still wrenches himself upright so suddenly that it startles his Mightyena, who lifts her head and regards him with a low, disconcerted "wuff" from where she's stretched out on the floor. Yusuke, attentive as ever, ignores her and reaches over to snatch his 'Gear off the table with a stiff, shaky hand; his heart is thundering in his chest, and he's irritable enough that he strongly considers chucking the device across the room, but sheer curiosity persuades him to check the message he received instead. Who knows, maybe bullshitting with someone for a while'd help him actually get to sleep.
It's a good thing he'd decided against smashing his 'Gear, because as it turns out, the person who sent out the text is Keiko, who also appears to be awake and looking for someone to talk to. Yusuke stares at the screen for a long moment, then sets the 'Gear aside and clambers out of bed to pull some jeans on. He has a feeling that half of everybody they know would give him shit for being so quick to go to her, but after waking up at Goddammit AM from a very unsettling dream where his Infernape turned into Sensui and then snapped his fucking neck, he doesn't much care what anyone would say or think about him for seeking out the company of the person he has the dokis for trusts most. His reservoir of fucks has been depleted; there are no fucks to be given here. Everybody can now feel free to form a line to kiss his ass.
Once he's decent, Yusuke heads downstairs to the second floor of the Fighting Studio, with Hana the Mightyena groggily but ever-so-loyally following along on his heels. She's the first to enter the room when they reach the kitchen, trotting up to Keiko to say hello with perked ears and a gently wagging tail; Yusuke, on the other hand, pauses in the doorway, where he stands there squinting against the light in the kitchen and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. If his wrinkled shirt and his messy mop of hair aren't enough to tip her off to the fact that he hasn't been awake for terribly long, the thick, hoarse quality of his voice probably will.]
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It's a good thing he'd decided against smashing his 'Gear, because as it turns out, the person who sent out the text is Keiko, who also appears to be awake and looking for someone to talk to. Yusuke stares at the screen for a long moment, then sets the 'Gear aside and clambers out of bed to pull some jeans on. He has a feeling that half of everybody they know would give him shit for being so quick to go to her, but after waking up at Goddammit AM from a very unsettling dream where his Infernape turned into Sensui and then snapped his fucking neck, he doesn't much care what anyone would say or think about him for seeking out the company of the person he
has the dokis fortrusts most. His reservoir of fucks has been depleted; there are no fucks to be given here. Everybody can now feel free to form a line to kiss his ass.Once he's decent, Yusuke heads downstairs to the second floor of the Fighting Studio, with Hana the Mightyena groggily but ever-so-loyally following along on his heels. She's the first to enter the room when they reach the kitchen, trotting up to Keiko to say hello with perked ears and a gently wagging tail; Yusuke, on the other hand, pauses in the doorway, where he stands there squinting against the light in the kitchen and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. If his wrinkled shirt and his messy mop of hair aren't enough to tip her off to the fact that he hasn't been awake for terribly long, the thick, hoarse quality of his voice probably will.]
Hey.
Rough night?