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4TH WALL: YUUTA & IRELAND

Who: OC!Yuuta [

meitori] & OC!Ireland (4th wall player) [

lostapiece]
When: December 16th, early evening
Where: Apartment 201, Yuuta's room
Rating: PG13
Summary: Yuuta has invited Ireland to his apartment, and given the current weather, Ireland has agreed to come over for the night.

Yuuta started cleaning up his apartment the moment Ireland logged off of his device, a few moments after he agreed to come over and spend the night so he wouldn't be exposed to the elements. Kami or no, he was still vulnerable to whatever might be out there, probably. He still didn't like the idea that an entire country might be in danger while he was stuck int his place.

Humans were one things... but a spirit of his importance...

Well, no matter. A roof over his head and as few drafts as possible would be better than anything, and he might as well make this place as clean as he could. Or cleaner than what it already was.

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It took a while for him to navigate through the different buildings and up the stairs until he reached the right apartment. Ireland reached up and knocked on the apartment door for 201 a few times.

Yuuta put down a few books he was stacking up before he quickly went to the door and looked through the peephole, something which he was grateful for. With all of the dangers of this place, he needed to know who he was opening the door to before he actually did.

He was glad when he saw it was Ireland.

"I'm glad you got here alright," Yuuta said as he opened the door. "Sorry this place isn't much, but the roof doesn't leak."

He was soaked from head to toe from the rain. Definitely not his own but not bothered by it. Ireland easily towered over Yuuta by at least half a head. He cocked his head. "It's all right. Not all dwellins are the same. Sorry I'm a bit damp. 'm used t'being so but...not so much in this form."

"Don't worry," he said, closing the door. Wow, he didn't imagine that he would be that tall. Not that neither of them were really that short or tall, but it was accurate with what he saw in his dreams. "Here, I have some towels here... um, more like scraps of things, but they'll serve their purpose. You can also borrow my jacket."

"It's all right. You needn't. It's not like I get sick're anythin'. Not like how normal humans do anyway." He walked in and glanced around the surroundings. "...looks like some places I've gotten..." he noted softly..."Specially after...well..."

"Still, you shouldn't just hang about in a wet jacket," Yuuta repeated. He looked around his apartment as well. It was utter crap, if he was asked to be honest, but he tried to make do. "I know," he said. "We're all trying to make do with what we have. Sorry I don't have any tea or anything. I am craving some really badly."

He shrugged. "Fine." Ireland reached up and pulled his wet jumper up and over his head, tossing it on the floor. "I guess everyone's experienced poverty." The dark haired man touched at one of the walls with a sad look. "It really kills the lands when our own mortals suffer so..."

"We're not suffering too badly," Yuuta said, handing him a small towel so he could get some more water off. Really, it was more to keep his eyes off his bare shoulders and neck. "But I do hope things get better... If I could find the kami, I would see if I could help fix what's wrong. Or maybe they would have an idea of how to get rid of the zombies, aside from salt."

He looked over to the bag of salt he had tried to bargain with and had stolen (or really traded without the owner's knowledge). He would have to go and find some more soon, or maybe some decent paper and ink.

He reached up and undid the buttons of his shirt, letting the wet fabric slide and fall to the floor as well. Ireland used the towel to wipe at his face and ruffle his hair a bit more dry so that he wasn't completely dripping everywhere. "Zombies exist here? Huh. That's new. I knew that there were those who've tried to use the dead as slaves to the living." He shook his head. "A tragedy, really."

"Those things existed in the world? Not just the creations of legends and Hollywood media?" he exclaimed. Yuuta ran a hand through his hair. "I know every legend and myth has a grain of truth to it, but... seriously?" He handed him another towel. "Please tell me those spells or however they were created has been destroyed and not just lost."

he stared at the second towel, confused as to why it was handed to him. Ireland held out both towels back to Yuuta. "Some're lost. Others destroyed. It's powerful magic that dabbles in something far more powerful than most mortals think of." He locked eyes with the shorter man. "Somethin' that we try to stop."

Yuuta took back the towels, folding them and putting them in a separate pile from the others. "Good. I'm glad they're lost and destroyed, some of them. I hope they're never found or recreated."

He shook his head, remembering examples of dark magic and other negative magics he had seen back home, especially when he was much younger. "Go on and sit down, make yourself comfortable. I have some soup we can heat up."

He did sit down on the floor, making himself comfortable in the tiny apartment. "I don't need soup. Don't need t'eat like mortals do." His blue gaze flit over the small area. "How long've you lived here? Certainly not a place t'travel to if I'm not mistaken."

"Alright," he replied, sitting across from him. He wished he had more than a simple cot for a bed. They'd both need something later tonight, unless he was right in thinking that he probably didn't sleep as well. "Since September. I was dragged out of my home world and suddenly landed here. That was when I first met that hungry ghost. I'd never willingly go where one of her kind lingered."

"There's always a balance of good n not good in the world." He could hardly use the word evil. It could've applied to...certain beings but he didn't want to get into that. "S'December when I last left. So you've been here a while."

Yuuta nodded, though if he wanted too, he could tell Ireland how he had seen more bad than good in life... though the statement probably would stand because surely, someone had seen more good than bad in their lives.

"Yes, I have. Have other people disappeared like this?"

He shook his head. "I haven't seen people disappear like this. Kidnappins happen but...I usually know where they're goin. Even if I don't like it." he replied.

He frowned. Okay, it had to do with unique perimeters, or maybe because he was in Japan at the time, he didn't know. "Someone had to have noticed something. People just don't disappear and not go missed." Of course, since he was technically in hiding... maybe he had.

He gave a sigh. "Well, there's no helping it for now. We just have to figure out how to survive here and get out."

He nodded along. "I just hope it isn't long. I need t'get home or my people'd starve." Ireland looked about. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"Hmm," Yuuta said sullenly. "I am sure you'll get out long before that happens." What kind of being or power would take the spirit of a country was either stupid or just didn't care. When he got his hands on whoever was responsible for this...! "No, you weren't interrupting anything. Like I said, a dream woke me up and as you can see, I'm still awake."

"I'd say amblin' about will get you to sleep easy but...I wouldn't suggest doing that here." Ireland stretched, still slick from his walk in the rain. He drew his knees up and rested his arms on them, looking at Yuuta. "Whenever y'get home. Come visit. It'll be grand."

"Hmm, I do like walks, but there is no reason I am leaving this place unless I need to. Nearly got eaten by zombies the last time that I did that. But I will visit. It will be grand. You sure you don't need to dry off more?" Yuuta added, still doing his best not to ogle Ireland. The likeness between him and the person in his dreams was just absolutely uncanny.

His eyebrows raised at the smaller man. "Somethin' y'wish to tell me?" he asked.

"Hmm?" he asked, blinking. "No. Why do you ask? Sorry, it's just a human thing to know that being sopping wet and cold isn't good for anyone."

He tilted his head. "Is that why you keep starin' at me?" he asked.

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