(3/2, about 9pm) send help

[doublesmall]

Chuuya Nakahara shared a photo. 3/2 near Recollé

((just pretend there's no ladder or feet here ok, also a much emptier and less pretty room.)) okay so listen I hate posting this here but this is getting real fucked up has anyone else had issues with weird things happening, including but not limited to being STUCK TO THE GODDAMN CEILING because if anyone knows how to make this stop, believe me, I am all ears

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[goen]

[ Whose shitty room is this and why is Chuuya taped to the ceiling. ]

Yaboku Tomioka Σ(･口･)
Yaboku Tomioka Date not go as planned, boss??

[doublesmall]

what?? I didn't have a date tonight what are you talking about

[goen]

Didn't you get duct taped to the ceiling by a spurned lover or something?

[doublesmall]

I never said I was taped to it.

[have another photo-- this one is of his feet, planted on the ceiling. he's just. standing up here.]

[goen]

[ Is this a joke... Seems like a joke. He is prepared to go to great lengths to call Chuuya's bluff. ]

I'm coming over. Where are you?

[doublesmall]

what, no you're not

I'm not giving you the address

[goen]

[ FISHY!!! ]

Do you wanna get down from there or not??

[doublesmall]

that doesn't mean I'm just going to invite everyone over here!

[goen]

It's not everyone, obviously!! Just me. (･ᴗ･̥̥̥)
Is the door locked? If so, I can get in where most people can't!

[doublesmall]

what the fuck, I'm especially not telling you where I live if you're going to learn how to BREAK IN

[goen]

I'll be the last person to break in without your permission!! I'd be the most obvious suspect and I don't wanna get fired... ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д`ﾟ)ﾟ｡
Let me help you, boss... (´･ω･`)

[ ok so he might've broken in for fun and pleasantry before but now he definitely won't... ]

[doublesmall]

you're not going to leave me alone until I let you try, are you

fine. just don't mind the state of the place, I'm in the middle of moving

[...a total lie, but listen, he has to save face about it somehow. he'll just send yato the address privately, with an extra little warning that he'd better not go sharing it with anyone.]

text -> action

[goen]

[ Yaaay! Time to call the boss out on his shit.

Yato arrives at the promised place. It kind of looks like a dump from the outside, which is why it's so good that Chuuya is moving out! Yato is so glad for him.

Yato explores the exterior for a few moments before deciding to just pick the front door lock. He has tools for it, so it isn't a huge fuss; after a few minutes of sweat-inducing focus and quiet clicking from the lock's inner mechanisms, the lock finally gives. Yato kicks the door open with a bang, posing victoriously as he steps into the doorframe. Picking locks is fun and he is so proud?? ]

Yahoo! I made it, boss!!

[doublesmall]

Don't kick the damn door, you'll break it! Lock it behind you, alright--

[unfortunately for both of them, Chuuya is not bullshitting about his problems, here. There he is, standing up there on the ceiling with his arms folded, phone still clutched in one hand.

He is, however, totally full of shit about moving. There are no boxes, nothing packed; this is just your average bachelor apartment with minimal, cheap furniture. Chuuya keeps it clean, at least, but it's very much lived in.]

[goen]

[ Yato just... assumes that it's still in the early stages of moving. Why would Chuuya lie to him (he asks after arriving to call bs on chuuya)?? Besides, he doesn't have much time to dwell on the mostly normal apartment, because he's too busy staring up at Chuuya. The door remains open, forgotten. ]

What the hell? You weren't yanking my chain??

[ WHAT ARE HIS EYES EVEN TELLING HIM RIGHT NOW. ]

[doublesmall]

Do I look like I was lying? Look, I know it's weird, but if you think it's weird for you-- you're not the one stuck up here.

[Just to further illustrate the point here, he does a little hop-- and his feet land right back on the ceiling.]

Seriously, though, shut the door, I don't need my neighbors seeing this shit. They already don't care much for me.

[goen]

[ Fine, fine... He finally shuts and locks the door behind him. Now what...? He brushes his bangs back as he looks up at Chuuya. He didn't actually think he'd have to help with gravity problems when he volunteered to come over... Is he absolustely sure someone didn't slip something into his last drink? ]

Well, let's get you down from there, I guess.

[ He grabs the nearest chair and places it under Chuuya. Then he climbs on and offers his hands up. Yato thinks he's probably heavier than Chuuya based on height alone? ]

[doublesmall]

Alright, but fair warning, I have no idea if anything is gonna work. If I fall on you, it's not my fault.

[He eyes Yato's hands a little warily before he starts to reach out-- then realizes his phone is still in his hand. Chuuya takes a moment to step away and carefully drop it down onto the couch before he returns to take Yato's hands, clinging on and staring down uncertainly at the floor.]

So should I jump, or...? What's the plan?

[goen]

[ So the phone isn't sucked into Chuuya's gravity... Seeing it drop onto the couch adds a new layer of reality to the situation. What are the rules here? What about Chuuya's clothes, would his hat stay on his head. ]

I figure there's nothing to do but give you a big tug and see where that takes us. What's the worst that could happen?

[ He has a very optimistic outlook on his own capabilities... So without further ado, he YANKS Chuuya toward himself with as much strength as he can muster. ]

[doublesmall]

Wh-- shit!

[The yank does pull him off the ceiling, at least... but Chuuya is apparently still drawn towards it. Yato's still doing the equivalent of pulling him up off the ground even after Chuuya's left the ceiling, leaving him sort of just... dangling upside down.]

Shit. Okay. Okay, just- don't let go, maybe if I get all the way down it'll fix itself--

[goen]

[ Well, that's cognitively weird. But no one's dead yet, so it's time to press forward! Hanging on to Chuuya isn't so awful; Yato's upright posture keeps him relatively comfortable despite the weight. ]

I'll never let go! Climb me all the way, boss!! ✩

[ Why does he sound so excited?? ]

[doublesmall]

Jesus, what is this, Gigantic? [you know, that boat movie.] I won't drown to death if you let go, worst that happens is I'm on the ceiling again.

[Hold on a second, he's remembered something else-]

--Wait, and she definitely let go at the end!

[chuuya is this REALLY more important than getting down]

[goen]

Of course she did. Is she gonna cuddle up with a corpse? Don't be weird.

[ Jock or whatever that guy's name was was already dead as a doornail by then so technically he let go first... ]

Are you saying you don't wanna climb? Were you one of those guys who couldn't climb the rope all the way to the top in gym class?

[ He hops off the chair still hanging onto Chuuya and... floats?? to the floor. ]

[doublesmall]

He wasn't dead yet! She just gave the fuck up on him!

[someone has a few issues with this film, apparently

but jumping off the chair serves as a very good distraction, and he cuts off with a short little yelp as he suddenly falls that much further down, clinging harder to Yato's hands. Okay, well, progress made, that's good-- but he's giving Yato a very disgruntled look for it anyway.]

I can climb just fine. You just made it weird, saying it like you did.

[goen]

Uh-huh... All I see's more talk and no climbing.

[ Don't call his cheerleading weird, Chuuya?? Maybe you're the weird one. And because Yato is hopeless when results aren't immediately being produced, he moves right on to the next idea: ]

What if I swing you? We're just trying to get your feet on the floor, right?

[ Yato gently begins to swing Chuuya back and forth... ]