003 | ❝Expose your thoughts...❞

[pitiedthefool]

Characters: Yu Narukami (pitiedthefool), open to all
Setting: Floor 14, Floor 15, Floor 28, Floor 38, or wherever!
Format: Starting in action spam, but I'll follow you!
Summary: Just your average day as a life of a protagonist...
Warnings: I want your friendships and I want your rank ups, you and me could have rad social liiiiinks~

Floor Fifteen

[He had been working on this for a very, very long time- almost since he first arrived nearly two months ago. It wasn't perfect like Daidara-san's work - no, not by a long shot, but he was finally putting the finishing touches on his own blade. Though, he had decided to take a break from finishing the hilt earlier... if the item beside him was any indication.]

Your Choice

[It's April 27th... and someone's birthday. He definitely made them something, but the question is... where to find them?]

[> You begin your search for a certain detective, but will it only be Naoto-kun that you bump into?]

Floor Fourteen

[He hasn't been to this floor for a long time, but right now... he doesn't mind the break. Yu sits in a corner of the room, watching others playing video games with one earpiece on and the other lying there, hanging off his jacket. People from his world may recognize the voice as "Risette," but really-- he only knows her as Rise...]

[So many of his friends have been hurting lately, and he has no idea where to begin to help them other than continue to lend a helping hand and an ear to listen. Sometimes he wishes they would see that he's never too busy to help them, but other times... What do you even say to someone who can't tell you the problem they're facing?]

[...Maybe he should join the others and play something for a change.]

Floor Twenty-Eight

[The music floor...]

[He really has no problems with it, the instruments sometimes playing on their own. But this time, he finds an instrument that he knows well enough- something he hasn't played in a few months, now. If someone stumbles upon him, they'll hear a single trumpet playing something both hopeful yet melancholic, just a little louder than anything else around.]

Floor Thirty-Eight

[At the end of the day, he can be found on the thirty-eighth floor, staring out the windows to the outside with his newly-forged sword at his side. The height doesn't scare him, and the view isn't too bad... but it partly reminds him of being up on the hilltop overlooking the small town he made so many memories in.]

[Yu is silent, simply sitting there in one of the over-sized chairs with a small notebook in hand. He's almost done with the account of their journey, one no one would ever believe aside from their own...]

Comments

[pitiedthefool]

I can take you to the suggestion box if you want, and you can request one. If you get one, I'll teach you how to use it.

[It's okay, man. He's a natural at teaching/tutoring others.]

[drknss_bnd_lght]

Uh... Ok.

[He really doesn't mind at all, even if he does look a little taken back.] I-I mean if it's not a bother, Yu.

[pitiedthefool]

[He shakes his head just out of habit, now. Stupid habits of being quiet that he's spent a year trying to break.]

No. It's no problem. [Yu'd lead him now, if he wants to go.]

[drknss_bnd_lght]

Alright. When you're ready.

[Not when he's ready. If it was up to Ventus, he'd take forever and a day to be ready to do something of his own will. He's willing to do this though, as it does sound interesting but...

He's still so used to doing what his Vanitas and his allies others want, that it's far easier to default to their wishes.]

[pitiedthefool]

..Let's go, then.

[It's alright, Ventus. We'll slowly help you out of your shell... eventually.Until then, Yu will lead the way... out of the music floor, and toward the suggestion box.]

[drknss_bnd_lght]

[Eventually, yes.

Ventus will just follow along, listening to Yu's steps and using them as a guide of sorts.

He won't say anything - he's not used to saying much at all, truth be told.]

[pitiedthefool]

[It's alright. Like he really minds with how he's naturally quiet all the time.

They eventually arrive, and he taps it on the side with a finger.]

Here we are.