Voice-testing and so worried about it. (Don't even ask about canonpoint.)

[photophilia]

Don't even think about it. I don't want to go to a game somewhere! I have things I need to do here, and... everyone I know. All my memories. Finding out more about Septimal Moon... Soubi...

... no, it doesn't matter what you say. I don't want to go if it won't help me find the ones responsible for Seimei's death. That's that.

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[in_loveless_memory]

Muns never listen.

[photophilia]

It's not their business. They're practically bullies to us.

[in_loveless_memory]

Not "practically."

[photophilia]

Nngh... well, mine hasn't done anything yet except talk real big. What about yours?

[theophorous]

Going somewhere won't take away your memories, Ritsuka.

... Unless, I suppose, it's one of those places. If it is, your mundane is especially cruel.

[photophilia]

Ah, Soubi... The place she's thinking of — if I don't agree to stay, then I won't remember it at all. [ You see his dilemma, right??? ] It's not fair.

[theophorous]

What kind of a place is it?

[photophilia]

Another world. Another... reality. Peoples' souls turn into animals. [ And he's left to wonder whether his and the real Ritsuka's would actually be the same... ] She doesn't want to spread herself thin across different "games".

[ethical_anomie]

How resolute. Ritsuka has become reliable.

[photophilia]

Seimei! You're here, too?

[ethical_anomie]

Here... too?

[ Hmmmmmmmmmm. ]

Careful. If you don't behave for your caretakers, it might show up in your school report card.

[photophilia]

[ Ritsuka is not quite sure what's going on here, but maybe it seems like Seimei doesn't either? ]

O-of course! But this mun... she's not my caretaker! She just showed up. Seimei... [ His tail starts to tremble from the effort of trying not to just outright run up and hug the hell out of his brother. ] Are you really here?

[overcoming]

If they send you to one, you'll have to go.

[photophilia]

But I don't want to! But I can't say no... They shouldn't be able to do that...!

[overcoming]

Adults can do whatever they want to us.

[photophilia]

[ He flinches. ]

She isn't an adult.

[cutename]

Sorry kid I don't think you'll have a choice.

[photophilia]

[ He never has a choice. ]

That's horrible. Someone needs to stop these people.

[cutename]

Good luck to whoever tries. Muns are too stubborn.

[extraspicy]

Well, how do you know?

[photophilia]

How do I know... what?

[extraspicy]

That going to a game won't help you find the ones responsible!

[bloody_spy]

[Why so many Ritsukas today? Nisei leans against a wall with his arms crossed, watching the other conversations with detachment.]

[photophilia]

[ Wow, that certainly is a weird adult creepering on all his conversations... it almost reminds him of Soubi, except Soubi tends to push his way into conversations a lot more. ]

Hey. What are you doing?

[bloody_spy]

[His preferred methods don't work here. A dressing room doesn't lend itself to invisibility, no matter how well he conceals himself. And failing in the attempt is suspicious. So ... interaction. How annoying, but he covers that thought with a puzzled look and an easy smile.]

I - you don't remember me, Ritsuka?

[He's not necessarily expecting you to, but it's the easiest way to throw you off-balance. All things considered, he'd rather be the one asking questions.]