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[enteloki]

Yes. I'll head that way now, though feel free to take your time.

[>action] do they have on matching sweater vests

[sadpoem]

ok

[It takes some working up to actually get dressed in clean clothes and leave the house. Really, he didn't have to agree, but he did. Could be a quest, maybe, all this. Why did he mention it being dangerous?

[As promised, he arrives at the Stone Dragon only thirty or so minutes later. He's only seen a picture of Akechi. He glances around, trying to locate him. His hands fiddle anxiously, idly, at the hem of his shirt.]

they need to one day. akechi will teach him nerd fashion tm

[enteloki]

[There's no appeal to this shop. It lacks of the fabricated image of pop up cafes and the authentic warmth of LeBlanc. The spot is a profound disappoint by the time Sunny appears in his peripheral vision and the opportunity to pull his attention from his phone, to him, is welcome.

The coffee tastes fine though - that's one solace. Nothing like the brew crafted by those that knew his taste so profoundly and-

He pushes the dizzying thought away with a small smile and wave.]

You made it - thank you for coming.

akechi stop yearning challenge

[sadpoem]

[Oh. There he is. Sunny waves, but remains standing still for a moment before he seems to remember he needs to come to the table.

[He takes a seat across from Akechi, silent. Doesn't even bother ordering anything for himself.]

n o

[enteloki]

[This is awkward.

The guy's silent. Doesn't say a single thing as he plops to the table, through gesture or otherwise.]

You aren't going to order?

[sadpoem]

[Well, he fucked up this simple social interaction instantly, huh? He looks a little like a deer in the headlights when Akechi asks about food.

[So, what? He just...gets up and goes to get more now that he's already sat down? Akechi has food. Sunny flinches for lack of something better to do.

[He holds up a finger and leaves to buy a muffin.

[He returns to the table. Remains silent. He's great at this.]

[enteloki]

[This is going well.

It's irrelevant in the long run. His care only extends to figuring out if he's a persona user - a small detail in a world full of strange powers. One he would appreciate being aware of. There's been too many wayward persona using teenagers catching him off guard lately.

Up and a way to get a...muffin? That's fantastic. His own coffee growing cold as he watches Sunny's erratic and bizarre movements. Socially awkward and mute, maybe?

The silence wouldn't bother him normally - would almost welcome it, but-]

Forgive me if I'm making an assumption - would you prefer to talk through the phone?

[sadpoem]

[Sunny blinks, looking surprised. Not many people offer that sort of thing; only Kenma so far, really. He nods, pulling out his phone.]

thank u
hi

[enteloki]

[It's not abnormal for people to look at their phones while chatting - he witnessed it often enough. Was a part of it, sometimes, at work gatherings or even with his brief interludes with the Phantom Thieves.

It's less awkward than sitting across a table, staring from one pair of blank eyes to the other. The question is does he verbally respond or just talk via the phone? Less ears on whatever they say. Not that it matters much when their captor's influence is everywhere.]

It's no trouble. I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable.

[sadpoem]

[He likes this better, actually - them both texting. Still, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he reads.]

its not ur fault

[enteloki]

Perhaps not. I still bear some of the responsibility though since I asked you to do this with me without clarifying your preferences on the matter.

[sadpoem]

its ok

[There's a pause, an anxious fidget.]

is there smth
u wanted to talk about?

[enteloki]

Nothing in particular.

I wanted to get to know you outside of the Oracle's influence. If you're open to it, we could talk about anything you wanted to.

[sadpoem]

why
do u want to know me?

[enteloki]

Is there a reason I shouldn't? Of course, again, you're not obligated to answer anything you don't want to. Keeping your life private isn't a bad thing either.

[sadpoem]

it isn't that
im just curious
why u want to

[Sunny simply...doesn't see the appeal.]

[enteloki]

Isn't it natural to wonder? We're close in age and we're both stuck here. That's already common ground.

[sadpoem]

[Why does he keep answering questions with other questions? He can't even come up with one good reason why he'd like to know him. Sunny gets it, but...]

thats true

what
do u want to know?

[enteloki]

How about something easy - what types of books do you like?

[sadpoem]

poetry

[enteloki]

Admittedly, I'm not very versed it in that. Do you have any recommendations or favorite poets?

[sadpoem]

would u like
a poem?

[enteloki]

Yes, if you don't mind.

[sadpoem]

[It takes a moment. He's typing from memory.]

"I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky."

I Am!
John Clare

[enteloki]

[Unexpected. This is a whole poem - the reverence for it apparent in the care of its reiteration. Coming from someone who only seemed capable of chat speak - he's somewhat impressed.]

It's a poignant take on human loneliness. I can see why you like it. There's a great deal of emotion in it.