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[paperpusher]

[But there's that quiet admission, and Natori pauses in response. It would be... simpler, in many ways. It would certainly be a way to "survive," as Matoba had pointed out before. And, well. It might be their first like this, but it wouldn't be their first.

But, on the other hand. Matoba is the one who was saying, repeatedly, not to let his guard down. He sighs, glancing off to the side to look at the miserable little wall of his windowless little room.]

...Is this a good idea...?

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Haha, isn't it better to be honest?

[Flippantly. They both know the inherent joke.]

[Matoba, too, is staring off into a corner of the ceiling, because he knew full well what saying that would incur in Natori- and indeed, in doing so, has confirmed that it would be a terrible idea.]

[Shuichi remains frustratingly incapable of devoting himself.]

If you want to get out of this pathetic little room, you are going to have to get used to it.

[Some motivation to get better at it, and quick.]

[paperpusher]

[Natori does snort at that, because it is a pathetic little room.]

So much for star power, huh... [He picks at a piece of clothing at random (it's a virgin killer sweater; he hasn't figured out what it's supposed to be yet) as if to encompass all of what he could have versus what he does have, then tosses it to the side to make enough room to... not really lie down, per se, but at least lean back with the same energy as if he'd flopped back onto his bed, gazing up at the ceiling.] Well, I'm sure you've been here long enough [and fucked enough other people!!!!] that you're in a room to put the Matoba estates to shame.

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Hmmm.

[Matoba grunts thoughtfully.]

The room I reside in is more acceptable than this.

[Not a lie.]

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That's not saying much, [Natori says, folding his arms behind his head.] Tell you what. If you want a Three of Spades, you're only going to get it in your room, not mine.

[ha ha, it's funny because he could be joking! just a joke. he hasn't committed to anything.]

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[Matoba's head turns. His smile is calculating.]

Is that so?

[A beat, and then Matoba finally stands from the bed. Smoothing out his kimono, he tucks his arms away, smiling down at Natori with a glint in his eye.]

Very well. I hope that you will not make the mistake of many others, and underestimate the thrall of this place.

Pick your battles, Natori.

[paperpusher]

[Something feels weird in that reaction-- like Natori saying he wasn't down to fuck in this cramped little dorm bed was making a larger statement than he intended, had unintentionally revealed something that would make Matoba feel smug and superior. Then again, there were a lot of things that would make Matoba act smug and superior, whether or not they're reasonable. Or maybe Matoba's just salty that he didn't jump right to the two of them sleeping together at his immediate suggestion. It could truly be anything.]

I feel pretty comfortable with this one, [he says, crossing one leg over the other as if drawing attention to just how carefully he has to move to avoid bumping into a pile of assorted gifts.] Feel free to take anything that catches your eye.

[except for him. heh.]

[worldbent]

[It could be aaaaaaanything!!]

[Matoba's eye disdainfully passes over the piles of trendy clothing and romance novels gifted him by the staff, ready to simply give a 'thanks but no thanks'. However, something catches it, and he stoops to draw up a silky black scarf, the sort that idols and aged rockstars would drape around their neck with a light cardigan.]

[He unfolds it, and then tries it, draped over the back of his head veil-like, and smiles as he folds it back in his hands and tucks it under his haori.]

This will do. [The smile turns onto Natori- knowing- as he turns for the door.] Until next time, Natori.

[paperpusher]

[Triggered by veil, Natori waits for Matoba to leave before he goes thumbing around this stupid watch to see if there's a-- yep.

Well.

None of his business, he supposes.]