inbox @ cerealia

[rollin]

residential area some apartment idk

inbox

info
name Misaki Yata (八田美咲 Yata Misaki)
canon K Project
age & birthday 20, July 20
height 166.9 cm no really (5'6")
inventory

• Cerevice (usually worn as a watch)
• crow CYbuddy
• his (gross) clothes (FROM THE 90s)
• watch
• skateboard with HOMRA decal on underside
• hoverboard (looks like his skateboard... ONLY IT HOVERS)
• headphones
• music player
• metal baseball bat
• penguin CYbuddy
• pot of forget-me-nots
• a marimo plant
• a crowbar
• a ton of beanies (why)
• a book on how to talk to girls (why)

Permissions and first impressions here. His app is here. Yata does a lot of stupid shit but is most known for riding a skateboard and yelling about HOMRA!!!

Comments

[brocon]

[ good!!

the feeling of freedom. ayumu fixes up his clothing, his collar in particular, then his hair again. ]

I basically only exist so if my brother gets in trouble and loses some parts, they can get mine.

[rollin]

[ He lowers his head, but his focus remains on Ayumu's expression. ]

And you're okay with that?

[brocon]

That's as much as you're going to get for today. Maybe next time.

[rollin]

[ Yata clicks his tongue harder and frowns a little deeper. ]

I didn't ask for your bullshit; just answer the fucking question...

[ It's said more like a quiet complaint rather than an order. After all, Ayumu had the right to disclose whatever he wanted and whatever he didn't. Despite knowing that, Yata still can't help but worry. ]

Whatever. That's the building, right?

[brocon]

[ Yata has absolutely every right to be fed up with Ayumu for all the shit he's given him, really. But that's not enough to make Ayumu spit out everything. In fact, he meant it when he said he's told too much, because once he's home, he's going to go to his room and just try to shake his anxiety away. He just hasn't opened up to someone in a long time. ]

Yeah, that's the one. I can make it from the elevator.

[rollin]

[ His brows furrow. ] What, and I just leave you there? Who else is gonna treat your wounds, dumbass?

[brocon]

They're just scratches.

[ Waving a hand dismissively. ]

Better than a bullet on my shoulder, right?

[rollin]

[ Yata makes a face; bullets bring up bad memories. In any case, Ayumu seems fine enough to go on his own, but still! ]

... Call me if you need anything, aight?

[brocon]

Already did.

[rollin]

But really, if something comes up—

[brocon]

Alright, alright.

I'll call.

[rollin]

[ That's more like it. Just give in to the friendship, Ayumu. ]

Okay! Watch yourself, aight? I'll catch ya later.

[brocon]

Yeah, just go already.

[ Ayumu is the nicest. ]

Thanks.

[rollin]

[ How rude! But Yata is neither offended or mean enough to wish for him to step on a lego, so he cheerfully waves goodbye before being on his way. ]

Anytime!

[ YATA, OUT. ]