(3/2, about 9pm) send help

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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]

[ 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. ]

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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? ]

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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. ]

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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?? ]

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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. ]

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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... ]

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What-- don't fucking swing me! What if you lose your grip?!

[Chuuya now has a death grip on him, just in case that does actually happen, and his legs flail as he struggles against the swinging. Nope. No human pendulums. Not today.

And maybe it wears off, or maybe his weird new ability just responds to that panic-- either way, gravity finally reverses itself just about then, dropping Chuuya to the floor.

-well. or onto Yato, in this case. catch, buddy.]

[goen]

[ Fuck. The instant gravity begins to turn the other way, Yato knows it's gonna be trouble. But he told Chuuya he'd catch him, so he's just gonna nut up and reach his arms out-- ]

Hurfgh--!

[ -- and get crushed by all of Chuuya's 5'3" poundage. Ow?? Ow. Yato will just be wheezing underneath him for a moment or two... ]

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[Owww. So much for getting caught-- but at least he has Yato to soften the fall?

Chuuya groans and rolls off him, but he doesn't bother offering to help him up... largely because he's not getting up either. He's​still splayed out on the floor, facedown.]

... well. Good effort, I guess? [it's a little muffled.]

[goen]

[ Yato sits up slowly and rubs his sore backside... and chest... and head... but when he hears Chuuya's odd muffledness, he squints an eye over. ]

You okay over there? Don't tell me you're stuck to the floor now.

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I'm not stuck!

[He lifts his head just enough to give Yato a petulant look, then finally shifts a bit more, folding his arms to prop his chin on them.]

Listen, I just spent like an hour upside down. Let me have my moment with the ground, alright?

[goen]

Oh. Well, good!

[ He helped!! Fuck yes, mission accomplished. Yato hops up and immediately starts rooting through Chuuya's cabinets and/or rooms in search of a blanket, which he will return with and gently parachute down over Chuuya. Be comfy, boss... ]

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[He's going to have to dig around a bit, because Chuuya definitely doesn't have any blankets in the cabinets or... well, anywhere except the bed. Which is just a mattress on the floor. So.

Chuuya accepts being blanketed, at least, though he's still going to be grumbly about it.]

Do you always just go through people's shit like this?

[goen]

Uh-huh!

[ HONESTLY... no one ever stops him so he just keeps on snooping. Also he's assuming that Chuuya's bedframe got moved to his mythical new place first... because it's big or something... ]

Anyway, maybe you should invest in a ladder or something! One of those real wooden ladders, you know? That way, you can climb back down here yourself if there's a repeat episode.