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[isdf]

HELLO

"Greetings. This is Kisaragi Yuma."

GOODBYE

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[isdf]

[Yuma nods, then matches pace with Edamura. He opens the first door they come across and there, right in front of them, are two faceless figures going at it.

Goodness.]

[ordimame]

[IMMEDIATELY GRABS THE HANDLE AND SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT]

[isdf]

[There's a pregnant pause before he turns to Edamura.]

My apologies. I will be sure to knock next time.

[ordimame]

[whispers]

They didn't even stop. . .

[. . . anyway!]

Just. . . look for a door marked as an exit.

[isdf]

[He looks around them. There's no door marked as such.]

We will have to go farther.

[And move on, they do, until they find themselves at a bend in the corridor and the silhouette of a person—people?—appears around the corner. Could they be debt collectors? (They're faceless lovers.)]

[ordimame]

[DEBT COLLECTORS? IN THE LOVE HOTEL? making a strangled noise as he grabs Yuma by the sleeve and tugs him towards another random door]

Quick, we need to hide!

[isdf]

[Edamura needn't say that twice. Yuma quickly rights himself and follows Edamura past the nearest door, which leads to an empty room . . .

. . . but not a soundless one as an explicit footage plays in high definition at max volume on a large screen mounted to a wall.]

[ordimame]

[WHY. . .]

[at least Edamura can march soundly towards the television and turn it off!!]

[isdf]

[The room is now deafeningly quiet.]

What was that just now?

[Please explain the bizarre contents of the footage to him.]

[ordimame]

That.

Was.

Nothing important at all.

[isdf]

I understand that it wasn't, but that still does not answer my question.

[ordimame]

It was so unimportant that the question doesn't matter! Trust me. Let's just. . . move on.

[he simply cannot explain the birds and the bees to an eight (?) year old]

[selfconcept]

[ sorry he's gonna try very hard not to laugh at this in the background ]

[ordimame]

[his face is SO RED as he wheezes, hands pressed firmly against the door as if the extra pressure is needed to keep it shut]

This is definitely the love hotel. Great.

[selfconcept]

"People have sex in regular hotels too."

[ You know. In case you needed a reminder. (He did not. Probably.) ]

[ordimame]

[he absolutely did not, but thanks anyway, Hien]

Did you see any other large and prominent hotels around here?

[selfconcept]

"No."

[ Just casually answers this. ]

"This gives me an idea though..."

[ordimame]

[dubious side-eye]

What is it?

[selfconcept]

"Be right back."

[ And then Hien just fuckin

opens the door Edamura just closed and goes in it, closing the door behind him. No subtlety whatsoever. ]

1/2

[ordimame]

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[ordimame]

HIEN!!

[what the fuck! Edamura is going to follow him!! yes he knows what he is getting himself into, and he is as red as a tomato as he flings the door open, but Hien please!!]

[selfconcept]

[ The faceless people are having so much sex on the bed, which Hien ignores as if they're not even there.

Then he looks through the room. Hm. ]

[ordimame]

[oh my god. they are having so much sex. they are having sex as if Hien and Edamura aren't even here. speaking of the latter, he makes a sort of semi-strangled noise as he forcibly tears his gaze away from the scene on the bed, turning his focus entirely on Hien as he pokes around the room]

What are you doing?! We shouldn't be in here!

[he hisses in a sharp whisper. as if he needs to be quiet]

[selfconcept]

"Money."

[ He is stealing from the faceless masses. Literally. ]

[ordimame]

[FUCK!!! literally the only thing that could get gambling addict Edamura to pause]

[. . .]

Fine.

But we're splitting whatever you find.