They will be when you catch up on the series. Makoto had to watch it alone last month.
[ He plays with his bangs, thinking back on how Makoto practically glared at him while also asking why did he seal her fate like this. It brings a thoughtful smile to his face. ]
I didn’t exactly make her. She watched it all on her own accord.
[ To say he isn’t surprised is a lie? He actually thought she would stop watching after the first episode like a smart person. With the episode done, Akira turns off the tv to end their misery. ]
It’s obviously bad, but addicting. You got a package, right?
[ ... Yeah. To be honest, Akira can only tell it’s a turf war with some murder sub-plot. He won’t disagree that he feels frustrated by how the show goes sometimes. Taking the box, he kind of weighs it a bit. It’s light, but: ]
It’s not another sniper rifle, right...?
[ Akira carefully opens the box with meticulous fingers, making sure they can always use this box to ship their own stuff in the future. Waste! Nothing! When he peeks in, he looks
Yusuke takes the jacket and turns it over in his hands a little cautiously, avoiding the spikes everywhere on the sleeves and... what even is this jacket. Heck. ]
I have no idea. I haven't seen it in any of my memories, and it doesn't even match what the other me usually wears.
Yusuke turns the jacket back and forth, looking more and more confused. When Akira shuffles off the sofa and to their room, Yusuke stands up and tugs the jacket on. It... fits him. Which is still weird.
Akira comes back with his box which feels a bit heftier than Yusuke’s, but his eyes glint when he sees his friend fit it on. It... Hm. Akira stands in the living room, box under one arm and other hand stroking his chin as if appraising Art. ]
I think so, too... Wouldn’t you be too conscious to sit down?
[ He goes to take his rightful spot in on the couch, still staring at the spikes. Cool, but strange, indeed. Crossing his legs by the ankles, he leans back and leaves his box (it’s a bit bigger than Yusuke’s) between them. ]
[ His full Persona 5 Dancing Star Night default outfit. From some parts of his school uniform, to the red gloves... and the hip hop shoes. Akira is focused on the spikes, though. Touching them again, he gauges how bad it would be for their furniture. ]
It should be fine since our couch isn’t leather. The spikes don’t that sharp at all—as long as no one just abruptly drags you across it, anyway.
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[ Ack. ]
I don't know.
[ It's so bad, but here he is?? ]
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[ Is liking it for being bad even considered liking it at all? The episode is coming to a close as it leave them at a dumb cliffhanger. ]
Don't worry. Ann and Makoto are also suffering with us.
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Are they really if they're not suffering alongside us here and now?
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[ He plays with his bangs, thinking back on how Makoto practically glared at him while also asking why did he seal her fate like this. It brings a thoughtful smile to his face. ]
Once you catch up, we can all watch it together.
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[ Uhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggghhh. ]
I will inform you when I have decided if that is a good or a bad thing.
how did I do that
[ To say he isn’t surprised is a lie? He actually thought she would stop watching after the first episode like a smart person. With the episode done, Akira turns off the tv to end their misery. ]
It’s obviously bad, but addicting. You got a package, right?
[ Let’s see that jacket. ]
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[ Oh. The package? ]
I haven't opened it. [ Hold up, he's just gonna... roll his ass off the sofa and go and fetch that parcel. Give him a minute...
... when he comes back he's got the parcel under one arm, and he flops back into the groove in the sofa next to Akira, and holds it out to him. ]
Open it, if you like.
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It’s not another sniper rifle, right...?
[ Akira carefully opens the box with meticulous fingers, making sure they can always use this box to ship their own stuff in the future. Waste! Nothing! When he peeks in, he looks
Confused? ]
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[ He's peering over, thoughtfully. ]
What is it?
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Akira takes out the spiked jacket out first, holding it up to fan out all its glory. ]
This is the last thing I thought you would wear.
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Yusuke raises himself up slightly to look at the jacket, and goes a little wide eyed at the sight of all those spikes on the jacket. ]
... It would not be my first choice of jacket, no.
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Look at it and all its glory. Shiny. ]
Why would you own something like this?
[ Here. You can check it out yourself—Akira passes it over. ]
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the never used the rifle.
Yusuke takes the jacket and turns it over in his hands a little cautiously, avoiding the spikes everywhere on the sleeves and... what even is this jacket. Heck. ]
I have no idea. I haven't seen it in any of my memories, and it doesn't even match what the other me usually wears.
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Unlike fox friend, Akira is kind of petting the spikes like they're massaging his palms. It kind of feels nice since they're not actually pointy. ]
I don't remember this jacket, either. [ Hm. ] Try it on? I'll go get my box, too.
[ Let him shimmy to their room. He'll be back. ]
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Yusuke turns the jacket back and forth, looking more and more confused. When Akira shuffles off the sofa and to their room, Yusuke stands up and tugs the jacket on. It... fits him. Which is still weird.
But it doesn't feel uncomfortable, just... odd. ]
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Akira comes back with his box which feels a bit heftier than Yusuke’s, but his eyes glint when he sees his friend fit it on. It... Hm. Akira stands in the living room, box under one arm and other hand stroking his chin as if appraising Art. ]
It actually doesn’t look bad on you.
[ ... ]
Not that it’s 100% like you.
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Appraise away, it boosts his ego. Or would if he realised Akira was admiring. ]
... !
[ Oh hello again. ]
It's... perhaps without the spikes I would be more likely to wear it? But this is notably strange, design wise.
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[ He goes to take his rightful spot in on the couch, still staring at the spikes. Cool, but strange, indeed. Crossing his legs by the ankles, he leans back and leaves his box (it’s a bit bigger than Yusuke’s) between them. ]
Time to find out. Also, you can open mine.
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[ Maybe he could go on a rampage, with just his jacket in hand?
...
But first, opening this parcel. What's he going to find inside, Akira-nyan? ]
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It should be fine since our couch isn’t leather. The spikes don’t that sharp at all—as long as no one just abruptly drags you across it, anyway.
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I will do my best not to turn quickly, just in case.
... Oh, this looks like a very comfortable outfit.
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They do look comfy, but... I don't remember my other self wearing some of these.
[ Carefully, he pulls out the shoes. ]
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[ Yusuke is tugging out the t-shirt now and holding it up thoughtfully. ]
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[ Ah, that shirt does look really cool with the grunge effect. Does it say DANCE on it? He tilts his head. ]
That is definitely not part of it.
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[ He steps back, framing the uniform with his hands. ]
It looks sharp but stylishly casual.
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