[open] [ that picture from the iron giant of the guy yelling ART ]

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WHO: Yusuke Kitagawa + OPEN
WHERE: Around Recolle.
WHEN: From 5/3 to 5/12...!
WHAT: Oh just... normal things.
WARNINGS: Excessive use of PAINT.



[ Anyone who runs into Yusuke from the moment he gets his hands on his paintbrush and a paint pot is going to be aware of two distinct things: firstly, that he is an artist and definitely knows what he's doing with the utensils at his disposal. This ain't his first rodeo, that's for sure.

Secondly though, is that Yusuke is painting a lot like a man possessed - he's specifically focused on finding outlines and getting an idea of the layout, despite his well known attention to detail, and just... doesn't seem to be stopping. From the moment he finds his painting tools, he's back tracking to his home and wildly painting the street back into existence.

And this is how he is for the majority of the week. There's a method to his madness though, he's clearly looking for something, and seems to retracing old steps in an attempt to find it. The longer he's at it, the sloppier the paintwork becomes and, quite honestly, the worse for wear Yusuke seems. He only stops when it gets too dark to paint, and returns home, before leaving to begin again early in the morning. Watch him long enough, and you may even catch him swaying on the spot, or heavy lidded, like he's about to fall asleep on his feet.

... Help him? This is just sad. ]

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Mochi House Trio

[fiddlestick]

[ Truth be told, for the past couple weeks Elliot's been rather withdrawn himself. He hasn't been hanging out with his roommates as much despite not going out much, instead opting to listen to music in his room much more than normal. He's friendly enough whenever someone crosses path with him, doing his best to act like his usual self. But it's easy to tell even then he seems more anxious than usual, even a little disracted. Something was going on.

But before he really worked up the nerve to tell his roommates, the world fell apart. Suddenly everyone had to help repaint the city. Elliot shoved his own feelings on the backburner so he could focus on getting the city back.

Yet even with his own problems, it was easy to notice something was up with Yusuke. He was out way too late, and forgot to eat way too much. So after a few days of this, Elliot was accompanying Akira to help track him down and maybe even force feed him a packed lunch if necessary.

The trail at first was easy, very refined and professional. Definitely Yusuke's work. But then it started getting sloppier and sloppier....enough that Elliot was staring to have concerns about their directions. ]

Er...do you think we went the wrong way?

[maskreant]

No, I'm pretty sure this is the right direction.

[ Akira has noticed Elliot's slow withdrawal, but Elliot is eating well and right here... Which is more than what Yusuke is doing. Don't worry, you'll have your time needled by them soon. So here they are, stalking their friend by following this painted trail that starts becoming a mess of black outlines in spotty areas. It had less care—his guess? Sleep deprivation. Hunger.

Very Yusuke. He has no doubt in his mind. There's also this other helpful bit: ]

I've followed him farther than this before and it's been 7 times out of 10 this direction.

[ Don't... Don't question him. After a couple of more minutes, they see a familiar figure in the distance who's painting not so feverishly, but still obsessively in this area. The outlines are black and it doesn't seem like he's found what he's looking for. Quickly, Akira paints to try to find them a corner they can visibly hide behind. Once they find it, he takes cover. ]

Do you think we should call out to him?

[ Or should they watch fox friend's noodle arms give in to slow... Awful strokes. ]

[fabrefactions]

[ If anything, it'll be notable that Yusuke is favouring covering space over neatness right now. He stops at each side road to paint a little way down, before more often than not backtracking out and returning to the "main" road he has painted the most of.

For someone who is running on little sleep and food, Yusuke is very determined. He stops from time to time to rub his eyes, or pinch the bridge of his nose, but keeps truckn' on anyway. ]

[promisedyou]

H-hey!

[Mio is in the area, thank goodness when she sees Yusuke looking a little wobbly, and not even in the good way. Then again, is there truly a 'good' way to wobble?]

Are you alright...!?

[fabrefactions]

[ Yes; wobbling in style. He's very exhausted, but s t y l i s h! ]

I'm fine.

[ He pauses, long enough to take a deep breath and shake his head like he's clearing away cobwebs. ]

There is still a lot left to do, please don't mind me.

[mercurio]

Do you ever take a break?

[every time prompto's been out and about in the city, he's seen yusuke obsessively painting at something. day in day out. as the days pass, he's noticed the sloppiness and the sleepiness in the other guy.]

You've been at this a while.

[fabrefactions]

There isn't time for a break.

[ He's confident he can paint a solid path to his mother's home soon, but... it's further to the graveyard from there than it is from his home to hers. The sooner he makes it to base one, the sooner he can secure his route... ]

I haven't made as much progress as I would have wanted.

idk some time after that text w sanji

[adoringpast]

[ right, that guy who sent a text to the wrong number sure was something. BACK TO WORK, sena muses. so he turns the corner of the street with his paintbrush on his shoulder and -

oh, speak of the devil. yusuke really is the type to fall into a puddle of paint but luckily sena quickly dashes in, dropping his own paintbrush on the ground before catching the wobbly artist. oof. ]

H-Hey! Kitagawa!

[fabrefactions]

[ hey, he's really fond of that guy who sent a text to the wrong number, excuse. yusuke seems more startled by the sudden appearance of sena out of no where than he would have been by falling probably, and there's a moment of confused blinking before he speaks up: ]

Oh. Sena, I didn't realise you were here.

[ rescuing swooning damsels, A++ ]

Have you been painting as well?

[infreefall]

[ Well, Ochako was on her way to find the dojo, but it’s easy to get distracted by someone painting the street so furiously. She’s been watching for a few minutes, in awe of Yusuke’s artistic skills.

He’s not looking so good, though? It looks like he’s about to fall face-first into his art, and that’s no good, is it? She approaches him cautiously, as if he’s a deer who might run if she makes any sudden moves. ]

Hey, you’re a great artist! [ She smiles - see? Friendly! ] But maybe you should take a break so you don’t fall asleep on it? You can always start again tomorrow.

[fabrefactions]

[ Don't you worry, he's a pro and painting until he passes out. He got this. ]

That's a wasted day if I leave this until tomorrow.

[ He's... not actually looking up from what he's doing. Sorry, Ochako. ] There are least three more streets to paint, and then I have to reorient myself and go from there...

[truedetective]

[Naoto would be impressed by how prolific and genuinely talented he seems, had she caught him early. She doesn't, though. She finds him towards the end of his mad rush of painting, where he seems nearly about to drop on the spot.

In fact, she thinks she sees him stagger a bit, like he's about to collapse then and there.] Yusuke?

--Yusuke! Are you all right? [Just gonna

rush up to him]

[fabrefactions]

[ He has been painting for a very long time by now, it's true. But he's made so much progress, and that outweighs any of the other downsides. Like a headache. And general tiredness. ]

-- Oh, Naoto. Hello.

Yes, I am fine, thank you for your concern.

[ yes he looks


fine

not at all wobbly. ]

[usurpers]

[ oh my god do you know the definition of rest and food. eren’s been around and he sees you there only worsening every, damn, day. you we’re doing well at first! totally find and it was probably a playground! but the day eren’s helping around by mochi and yusuke nearly paints a stoop with his face, eren reels over to catch him, already frowning ten thousand frowns. ]

When’s the last time you sat down and ate?

[ YOU KNOW, LIKE A NORMAL PERSON ]

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[ He does, when prompted?? How rude. ]

I had a good breakfast this morning.

[ It's said very firmly. He had... toast. And some coffee. It was good. But now it is time for painting - wobbly painting, but painting nonetheless. He will paint all the things. ]

There is no need to worry.

[missingache]

[That guy looks ready to pass out. Shiori doesn't usually stop when he's on a mission, but this guy had a paintbrush, so an app user? That brings about a little concern as he carefully approaches the worn out young man.]

I wouldn't fall asleep out here... you never know what's creeping around.

[Says the kid dressed to the nines in black clothes, his own paintbrush dangling in his hand with the same shade as his outfit.] Do you want me to call someone to pick you up?

[fabrefactions]

[ Ready to pass out as he may look, he is truckin' on like a good boy. ]

No worries, I have been going home to rest in the evenings. And... thank you for the offer, but I'm still busy.

[ He isn't going anywhere, little goth friend. ]

double the threads double the fun

[alitaba]

[ Futaba's been in and out of his general surroundings for a while now, mostly just watching and commentating despite his razer eyed focus. It hasn't gotten to that point that it's time to call in the cavalry yet but it's certainly getting a touch worrisome. She knows you've got a one track mind but my guy, you can't survive on paint alone to keep going. That's okay though, Futaba is here.

So she leaves him to his work but eventually returns armed with a tupperware of curry and a face full of determination ]

It's lunch break!!

[ He can paint and eat, right?? She's going to shove the spoon in his face if he doesn't react fast enough. ]

grabby hands

[fabrefactions]

[ He can probably paint and eat, but I guess we'll find out because Yusuke doesn't react fast enough and absolutely eats up with a surprise mouthful of spoon-and-curry, and it's about as graceful as you would imagine. ]

Mmrph--Futab--wha---

[ ...

...

... It's good curry though. He's not about to waste it? Yum. ]

[concasse]

[Damn right it's a sad sight to watch. And Sanji's in a mood that demands he let Yusuke fall on his ass to teach him a lesson.

... Which never works out the way he wants it, and truth be told, it's the kind of logic his shitty old man would spout -- bah. So he'll pack away that thought, mouth thinned into a disapproving line when he finally, finally finds his wayward boyfriend diligently painting away in the waning hours of the evening. He's got a good hour, maybe two, before it's too dark to continue.]

Oi.

[No "hello" today, apparently.]

When's the last time you ate?

[fabrefactions]

[ There's been a lot of painting going on, even since he was with Akira and Elliot. So perhaps he looks a little calmer, even if he is bone tired yet determined. ]

Hm?

[ ...

Oh.

Hm. Yes. He hadn't mentioned his single minded painting to his housemates, or uh... his boyfriend either. That was a bit of a social faux pas, wasn't it? ]

I was somewhat force fed something around lunch?

Near the end of the week

[deathboss]

[Shit that is sad. Then again Michel was just as bad by the end of it, still nothing like how this guy was acting. Having dealt with a lot of drunk people before, it was going to help him out here as he grabbed Yusuke and swung him over his elbow to give him a bot more strength to walk.]

Dude, you okay? ...well I mean, after everything, considering.

[fabrefactions]

[ Yusuke freezes up when Michel comes out of nowhere and starts... well. To someone who doesn't really feel like he needs any help, it comes across more like manhandling. So he tenses, almost like a child trying to avoid being picked up and carried to bed.

...

Which isn't exactly... off the mark. ]

I'm fine.


...

What are you doing?

FOR MOCHI HOUSE + THE GUY THAT SETS HIMSELF ON FIRE

[usurpers]

[ after a long and perilous journey out at pesgare, it’s time to return home with our new hippocampi friends in memory— no, not in tow with you, that’d be removing nature from its natural habitat, put that hippocampus back where it belongs yusuke.

while most of you are tired, eren seems rested and alert enough to keep active, all under perfect workaholic regulations. to treat his friends, one thing led to another, maybe a comment about how no elliot you’re not cooking for us when we get back— eren’s cooking dinner for you guys. getting some new recipes from mother, everyone also gets a fresh apple pastry with rosehip cream, a connection from mrs. jaeger straight up to heaven that is left on the kitchen counter. that’s for dessert. anyone who dares to stick a finger anywhere near it is getting smacked. dessert.

for now, eren’s prepping and putting on one of his optimus prime aprons with no shame. what’s he making, you ask? ]

Beef Goulash.

[ the ingredients look good enough! potatoes, lots of meat, tomato sauce, pasta and more 👌 ]

[fiddlestick]

Oh that sounds good!

[Elliot is at the kitchen table, wringing his hands. He gets he's not supposed to be the one cooking but....]

Are you sure you don't need any help?