~BRING~
Yusuke is jolted out of his position and nearly falls off the stool. As soon as he rights himself and is stable he pulls his cellphone out, curious as to who would be calling him at 12:30 at night.
"Yo Inari!"
Of course. "Hello Futaba. What is it?"
"Geez tense much?"
"Hardly." Yusuke repositions himself to a more comfortable position. Rearranges himself to get a better view of the sky through his bedroom window. "Its not often you call, let alone this late. What's wrong?"
"Just need to know what color your eyes are."
Yusuke blinks twice at her response before pondering for a second. He then gets up and proceeds to leave the room, barely making sure to close the door. He walks a few feet down the hall until he reaches the dorm's bathroom. He walks up to the mirror to get a better look.
"Hmm... I'd say... a midnight blue? Hmm perhaps just black."
"How'd that take so long? Shouldn't you have that kind of stuff memorized?"
Yusuke turns and props himself against the sink. "Why would I?"
"I don't know you'd think an artist would know that kinda thing?!"
Yusuke shrugs before realizing she can't see him and actually responds. "I don't make it habit to fret over my appearance."
There's a slight lull in the conversation. "Um aren't you the least bit curious why I asked that?"
"Oh. Yes, that'd be nice." He somehow manages to say without sounding the least bit sarcastic.
There's a slight mumbling on the line before Futaba starts speaking up. "How can someone who looks so smart be as dense as a rock."
'Looks so smart'
"Why thank you."
"Ugh. Whatever. If you really want to know I was making your avatar."
"Avatar? I'm unfamiliar with that term, you mean like a sculpture?"
"*snort* No doofus. I mean your game avatar. I customizing my partner to look like you."
Yusuke is puzzled. "Why me? Surely Joker'd be better for that."
"...Good night Inari."
"Sweet drea-" The line goes dead. Yusuke stares at his phone confused before getting back up and going to his room.
'That was odd. Oh well at least I cam get back to my nightwatch-'
~krk-krk~
Yusuke tries to open the door before realizing its locked. He pats his pockets to look for his keys before seeing they're not there. He then slowly put his back to the door and slides down until he's sitting. He stays there thinking before eventually pulling out his phone.
/So Futaba what kinda game is this?
[Later that week]
"Boom! Woah Ryuji you suck." Futaba snickers into her headset.
"Oh shut up. You totally cheated, that was so not fair!"
Futaba blows a raspberry into her mic. "Whatever. You suck at life and video games what's next? Ascending to a higher reality and suck there too?"
"Oh haw haw. Real funny. If you want to play someone at your skillful why don't you go play with your boyfriend or something."
"What! Thats a legitimate video game genre! Don't think I don't know you play visual novels either!"
"What? No! I was talking about Yusuke."
"Pfft Inari what about him?" Futaba stops fiddlig with the match settings and unconsciously sits up a bit straighter.
"Oh c'mon we're bros. You don't think I've noticed. You may be a former thief but man you two are bad at secrets. So like tell me how do you two kiss? Cuz me and Ann argued over your height and whether like he picks you up or like its always when you're sitting. Cuz there's no way Yusuke's slick enough to pick you and kiss you.
Futaba's face heats up at Ryuji's question as she tries not to picture her and Yusuke like that.
"Oh shut up! J-Just cause you lost doesn't mean you gotta try and embarrass me!"
"Oh c'mon you can tell me! I swear I'll tell everyone except Ann!"
Futaba growls at him before yanking her headset off and disconnecting from the online lobby. Still slightly fuming she lays into her chair, trying to calm her heart as images of her and Inari play out in her head.
