Voicemail (Cerealia)

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This is Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko. Obviously, I'm not here right now, so leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you later if it's not something stupid.

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[babermetrics]

Well it's their fuckin' fault for puttin' us in a system that never works right!

[He thumps his feet up onto the coffee table. It's his own coffee table and he can do that if he wants; that's the cool thing about having your own place. At this point, it's either that or get up and punch a wall a few times; the coffee table's more likely to survive.

What else do you even do?]

Did they even say anythin' about it? Any warnings or anything? If we were payin' for this we'd totally have gotten our money back weeks ago!

[He sighs. There, that's that outburst out of the way. He doesn't feel much better for it, but it was something. When he speaks up again, it's more normal and conversational:]

. . . Anythin' you associated with your family, huh . . . so yakuza kinda stuff? I don't get it. I could see everything fine except, y'know, me . . . I thought I was goin' crazy. Or maybe like I was really--ah, whatever, forget it . . . but it sounds like they just picked random stuff people would hate, to screw with them.

[impheired]

[Kuzuryuu's still standing a little ways from the door, arms crossed. He took his shoes off at least, but apparently he's too polite to just make himself comfortable without Leon saying something first? Who would have thought.]

They haven't said anything that I've heard.

[Does CERES ever do press releases? It suddenly dawns on him that they really should. A good company would SAY something when shit goes wrong. Aside from when Bellona took over though, he's pretty sure he's never heard anything out of CERES before.]

But it sounds to me like that's exactly what they were doing, from everything I've heard. Ran into one girl who couldn't see anything red. And judging by the way she was dressed, I'd guess that's her favorite color. Even had her tips dyed. As for me, it...started as distinctly yakuza stuff, yeah. First it was stuff like my family symbol, pictures of my little sister, dragons...y'know real obviously had to do with the Kuzuryuu family. But it also affected perfectly stuff that just...reminded me of 'em. Watermelon, coconuts, mascots, swords... [What...a very random list there.] Nearly everything in my apartment was gone or blurry because I tried to style things like my house. And on the last day, it started affectin' people too...

[babermetrics]

[That's quite the list. The swords he can at least guess at; he's met Pekoyama. Watermelon? Coconuts? Leon has a brief imaginative foray into "yakuza family summer vacation" territory. Tattooed men beating watermelons with lead pipes on the beach to split them open. Gangsters using pistols to shoot coconuts out of trees. Pekoyama in a bikini . . .

Save that one for later, maybe. He's not quite hopeless enough to get distracted by that now, when everything else in their lives is intensely fucked up.

And he's reached the same conclusion Kuzuryuu has:]

Shit, man . . . and they didn't say anythin' about any of that? 'Cuz it ain't just us! Larry was walkin' through things like a friggin' ghost! Togami almost choked to death! You couldn't even see whole people! Did they think we wouldn't notice or somethin'? Like we're just that stupid that no one would figure it out, when suddenly everyone's completely screwed up and it's all their fault?! They're just tryin' to make it worse by freaking us out!

[He grimaces at Kuzuryuu, who is . . . still standing there. Ah. Leon definitely hadn't taken him for the type to just stand in the doorway. He makes another face: it's some combination of still being really fucking mad, and feeling a little sheepishly amused.]

. . . Hey, man, you can sit down.