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( * Resigned, he sighs. But there’s a hint of a smile as he plays along with his Partner’s antics. )
Bob Evans or bust, right?
Now c’mon, put away the sausages and let’s get some shut eye.
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> Fool that you were, thinking your diversion stood a chance at keeping Yosuke away from your fatigue.
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> You’d be lying if you said the sausage one wasn’t at least a little genuine—you WERE planning on cooking…
I will.
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… alright, will you sleep if I answer your question. Or is this really about something else.
( * He’s not blind to the eye bags that have etched themselves onto Yu’s face, this isn’t just one bout of insomnia. )
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( * 𝙒𝙃𝙊𝘼 ?! )
( * That’s definitely caught him off guard, and he’s stunned silent for a good split second and his brain all turned to fuzz. )
… I, uh— Yes, ma’am ?
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… *𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 ? 💧
That’s not gonna be for like another— ten hours, or whatever. M’ not about to do the math this early.
Seriously, have you even slept yet …
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( * His headphones move to settle at the slope where his neck meets his shoulders, looking back at the absurdly tall kid. )
Oh, these old things ? I appreciate, man !
You’ve definitely got an eye for taste, these are an old school model — but by far top of its class.
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( * Yosuke laughs incredulously, a little too loud and a little too out of breath, running a hand through his hair in nervous habit. )
Ah, whoa — that’s weird, *𝘩𝘶𝘩 ? Guess I ate somethin’ bad for lunch ! Yeah … *𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝 !
Nothing I can’t sleep off, don’t worry.
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> . . .
> A cursory glance at the lush grass around the area means only one thing.
We’re…outside? Are you feeling okay, Partner? You look redder than the tomatoes I harvested the other day.
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It’s — not important !! For real. Noooo problemo, Partner.
ᴬʰʰ ʰᵃʰ … Man, is it *𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮 in here or what ?
I’m sweltering, are you sweltering ? I’m gonna open up a window (and maybe jump out of it) !!
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