[Yeah. So after all of that, it's something that Junpei keeps in mind when he ventures off to go find Taako. He isn't sure how to approach the subject entirely, but it's left enough of an impression on him that it's meant to be pursued.
As he approaches, he slows down just enough to give him a once-over before there's a nod of greeting.]
You ever think it'd be easier if the demons went to go fuck themselves? [It's a bad joke and a little annoyed, but at the same time demons sure are the worst.]
just realized i fucked up and forgot to comment first im so sorry
[Also . . . holding out a bottle. It might be familiar? It's the one he just fucking stole for no reason the other day. Seems like he might need it right now.]
I was impressed. I've seen plenty of disappearing acts but each one's different. [He gestures with his head for Takko to follow. To the lounge for glasses.]
[He looks a little exhausted, but there's something about this approach that's actually really helpful.]
Thank god. [There's a half-grin.] I get why people are asking, but...[He waves a hand. He's not going into it in the spirit of detached irony.] It's not over yet.
[He's had to talk about feelings already, there's only so many feelings you can handle in a night. Pushing the plate over - it's freshly made apple crisp? Enjoy it or not, bud.]
Most definitely not.
Uh, listen, I gave Dick the same speech, so I won't make this long, but I guess I just wanted to say - I want to help in whatever shenanigans you're up to. Don't want to be a bystander anymore, you know?
[He'll take the plate because thanks, he's not one to turn down free food. Nevertheless, the crisp is halfway to his mouth before he pauses to look at him.]
A good approach. Sitting on our hands isn't going to help. [But...] What'd Dick say to you anyway about what we're working on?
[Well. Wherever Taako is on Wednesday Junpei's going to approach him and find him. This is apparently now post-Dimitri but can be pre-party, whichever is funniest. He's making this seem casual enough, but when he ensures they're alone he speaks up.]
Seems our demon friends are changing their schedule. How about that? [Please destroy him.]
Doesn't seem all that planned. Bet someone had a meeting the same day we did that resulted in that decision, so, uh, I'd definitely bet on a role. So, with someone missing, what are our chances of them turning up again, but like, as a freaky monster? Definitely high, right?
[Wherever Taako is, Junpei will flag him down and approach.]
So. That went well. [The sarcasm is there, but at the same time:] I didn't get to thank you for handing over the letters, but it might've just confused things even more. Still, thanks.
[ Taako is, as customary, in the kitchen after trial. It’s where he goes to stress cook. Snorting a bit of a laugh at the sarcasm. ]
Ch’yeah. Somehow pulled that one out of our asses. [ Just nodding about the letters. ] Full disclosure, in case my translator rats on me, I snooped on yours. But you’d have done the same in my shoes, right?
[Dominos sure is here and it's by sheer accident that Junpei finds Taako here. As he approaches, he's eyeing the food on display dubiously before he wanders right up to him.]
Figured you'd want some updates on some stuff before Tuesday. Got a minute?
[It shouldn't surprise him at all to find Taako in the kitchen but Junpei sort of nods once before breezing past him to fiddle with a coffee maker. There's a whole coffee shop on another floor, but that also involves potentially running into more people. Taako, at least, is okay.
Please ignore the black-ish stains on his hands and on his face while he putters around doing his own thing.]
Enjoying the clean space while you can? [Someone's bound to fuck it up Friday, he means.]
Instructions. [A half-smile.] We've officially got everything now. All seven items, the day, the time...we just have no idea what to do with any of them.
[He's curious what Taako is making but he'll behave himself for now.]
W1, SATURDAY;
As he approaches, he slows down just enough to give him a once-over before there's a nod of greeting.]
You ever think it'd be easier if the demons went to go fuck themselves? [It's a bad joke and a little annoyed, but at the same time demons sure are the worst.]
just realized i fucked up and forgot to comment first im so sorry
[Also . . . holding out a bottle. It might be familiar? It's the one he just fucking stole for no reason the other day. Seems like he might need it right now.]
Held onto it for you.
im laughing you're totally fine!
Good to know I left it in capable hands. [Hm..] Split it with me? It's been a weird kind of day.
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[It looks pretty much the same! He hasn't busted into it or anything.]
If you insist.
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Too bad we're not really getting one tomorrow.
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W2 - SUNDAY
In the spirit of, uh, detached irony, I will spare you the "how're you feeling" talk.
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Thank god. [There's a half-grin.] I get why people are asking, but...[He waves a hand. He's not going into it in the spirit of detached irony.] It's not over yet.
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Most definitely not.
Uh, listen, I gave Dick the same speech, so I won't make this long, but I guess I just wanted to say - I want to help in whatever shenanigans you're up to. Don't want to be a bystander anymore, you know?
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A good approach. Sitting on our hands isn't going to help. [But...] What'd Dick say to you anyway about what we're working on?
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W3, WEDNESDAY;
Seems our demon friends are changing their schedule. How about that? [Please destroy him.]
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[Putting a hand over his mouth and making a fart noise. Mature!]
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Maybe this is a new schedule? Or...and more likely, one of our missing roles found out something that we don't know yet.
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W3, SATURDAY;
So. That went well. [The sarcasm is there, but at the same time:] I didn't get to thank you for handing over the letters, but it might've just confused things even more. Still, thanks.
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Ch’yeah. Somehow pulled that one out of our asses. [ Just nodding about the letters. ] Full disclosure, in case my translator rats on me, I snooped on yours. But you’d have done the same in my shoes, right?
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Of course I would've. [Like. He'll be up-front about it.] I'm gonna assume Dick translated for you? Can't think of who else.
[This is only because Dick is the one who told him about the letters in the first place.]
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Get— what the hell! Get your ass off the counter, I’m trying to— I’m cooking! No one wants your ass near the food!
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W4, SATURDAY;
Figured you'd want some updates on some stuff before Tuesday. Got a minute?
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[Don't judge him . . . He's pretending he's not eating it.]
Yeah, what's the good news, my man?
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Part of it's actually good, but the rest maybe not so much. Which one do you want first?
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[Taking one too though.]
Better start with the good. Feelin' kinda, uh, majorly bummed.
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W5, WEDNESDAY;
Please ignore the black-ish stains on his hands and on his face while he putters around doing his own thing.]
Enjoying the clean space while you can? [Someone's bound to fuck it up Friday, he means.]
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[ANGRILY STIRRING A POT]
So, what else are we missing? For the ritual?
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[He's curious what Taako is making but he'll behave himself for now.]
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[Seems to be some sort of meaty sauce!]
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