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[OPEN] fuck timelines

[ after fucking off from the dungeon, leaving the daitengu all alone and sad (invite them too, guys :'( ), it's time to have fun. at whatever agreed upon time, the ou hirajiro gang is here to finally get some good r&r. rei has been extremely excited so she's early in front of the bathhouse, holding a bag of her belongings. she waves down anyone she sees. come faster!! let's get this show on the road! ]

Bathhouse time, hoooooo!!

[ for things in the bathhouse, there are your usual spa options: a sauna, jacuzzi, pedicures, manicures, that kind of stuff. have fun, everyone. ]

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[It's not a thing he ever really... talks about, because despite having this inner desire for theatricality, his presence in the real world is extremely subdued, and his presence in the dungeons and Metaverse mostly just channels it into excessive backflips and flourishes as he beheads Shadows. So he has a decent voice, but he doesn't always hit the notes all the time, doesn't know how to hold a mic, and so on and so forth. It's just a thing he does in the shower or when he's alone in Leblanc at night.]

[Someone else has stepped up to put on a show, anyway, so Akira lets that singing offer pass on into the night.]

Did you see a lot of live singing at home, too?

[He doesn't know a lot about Kido's home life, he suddenly realizes, apart from... the depressing bits.]

[ Kido breathes a sigh of relief when the mic is passed on and she's spared for another four minutes, though talking about this sort of thing isn't all that much easier, even with Terry screaming Vocaloid songs in the background or whatever. ]

Not a lot. But my mother— my birth mother was a singer. She performed in a small cafe, but she was... amazing. She loved it when people cheered for her. People always said she looked like she was having the time of her life on the stage... Most of this was before I was born, though.

[ Kido's home like is sort of also the depressing bits, sorry. ]

She loved life so much. But she died when I was five. Live singing always makes me think of her.

[ But they're happy thoughts just as much as they are sad ones. They're warm thoughts. ]

[ ... ]

[Akira nods. His expression changes a bit, moving from an outwardly cheerful smile to something quieter and more respectful. Still a smile, but with a very personal understanding of all the conflicting feelings she must still have.]

That's... a good way to think about it. You're remembering her as she would want to be remembered.

[He looks down for a second (as Terry attempts to hit the high notes of Tell Your World) and thinks about what he wants to say next. Is he drunk enough to be upfront with her? It's Kido. With someone else he might not, but... this is Kido.]

I... lost my mom, too. Later than you, but... my memory of that far back is still not very good.

[She's not dead, but she's also not coming back.]

[ Kido nods a little, because yeah... her mother was bright and cheerful, full of warmth and love and people loved her. Remembering her mother is always in stark contrast to how she thinks about herself, who can be blunt and very crabby even on good days. But maybe there are still parts of her mother within her, and it's those parts that feel hurt when Akira tells her his mother is also not in his life, and that he doesn't have much memories of her either. ]

I'm sorry to hear that... What memories do you have of her? It's okay if you don't want to share.

...If I do, I'm not going to think about anything else for the rest of the night.

[Akira came out here to have a good time, and even with the alcohol in his system he knows that thinking about her is really not the way to do it.]

Sorry.

No, you don't have to apologize. It's a pretty heavy topic and-

[ She gestures around the room. People are screaming metal in the background. ]

Let's enjoy ourselves today while we can. We have a long battle ahead of us.

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