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i have now completed the inbox the loop [late April]

[recuttal]

[He has no plan. He never seems to be able to come up with a plan when he actually needs a plan. He's pretty sure he still has a set of keys to the arcade anyway, but he just closes his laptop without another word. He grabs his things and slips out of the apartment as quietly as he could, but the night air grants him no clarity on the path forward. Somehow, everything would work out, right? If they just kept moving forward?

The phrase gave him less and less confidence every time he tried to tell himself. But he kept walking to the arcade anyway, stopping at the burger place Komaeda had shown him when they were both still human-- and one that served food for humans, obviously. He didn't really feel hungry, even aside from the usual monster circumstances, but-- well, maybe he just needed to busy himself, or maybe he was just stalling.

He'd felt vastly less lonely when he'd gone there, last time.

But he shows up anyway, walking into the arcade with the bag of burgers and fries in his hand, his red eye hidden behind his sweater as it floated in his chest. Maybe that was a bit disingenuous, but his tentacles were already hanging in his face, despite his best attempts to brush them aside.]

H-Hey... I'm here. [He places the bag on top of one of the game tables, though his eye is still pretty dodgy about contact.]

the ritual has been completed

[waitingforplayer2]

[ She's still on the floor of the arcade when he shows up. It's like somebody ripped out half the guts of the Rampage machine and shoved a television inside it - otherwise she might have been able to avoid the whole TV world adventure. Some of the electronics are still intact, though... so she's been salvaging what she can to see if she can actually repair the thing.

That's what she's busying herself with, anyway. Uneasy and complicated emotions about the whole kaiju / battle royale / etc situation from the last week have persisted for days now. She thought some time away from everybody, sleeping during the day and coming to the arcade at night, might give her some time to think things through. Instead it's just isolated her, and she's felt worse the longer it's gone on, frustrated at herself for not being able to get over it already.

And now she can't imagine what Hinata would want to talk about, but he sounded distraught. The shade's prediction from before the whole mess floats around in her mind... she's not sure how much stock to put in those sorts of things, but she can't quite forget it, either.

She's lost in her thoughts when Hinata sets the bag down-- she didn't even hear him come in. She stands up quickly-- but now she just feels awkward, standing next to the torn-apart arcade machine with a screwdriver in her gloved hands. ]

Hey... [ Oh! The food he'd mentioned. ] Ah! Thank you-- can I make you some tea or something? There's a pot of coffee, too...

[ Her nocturnal night patterns did require a bit of chemical convincing in order to really stick, after all. ]

action, late May, around carnival time

[knifemonopoly]

[Atem smells it when Nanami comes home.

He's normally not that attuned to his neighbors, even the ones next door. But this time, Atem smells something different.

He smells blood, and the aftermath of fear.

So, he doesn't even go to the door. He knocks on one of the shared walls, instead.]

Yo! Nanami! You okay?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ She's on edge already, tired and disoriented. Though she jumps instantly on hearing the voice, it takes her a minute to figure out where it's coming from. She leans close to the wall and frowns, wincing as her tentacles brush up against the stumps of her missing ones. ]

Is that... Atem-san?

[5-20: Arcade]

[darlingdraculina]

[Things have been... weird, lately. But that's life now, isn't it?

Living as a monster-- for Seras, a rabbit of all things-- and trying to go about her everyday activities like this was all normal. Waking up in her new castle home, getting ready to go to work, having cute little outings with her monster friends, coming home and relaxing, all while stuck as a pooka in a city she'd never heard of in a universe that was certainly not her own... Yeah. All completely normal.

Sure, things are weird now, but she can't say it's all been bad. For instance, she finally attended a carnival for the first time in her life! (The scary time she had one night there, notwithstanding.) And now she's planning to go again because she's not going to let that one weird time stop her from having fun, dammit. Plus, there simply was not enough time to do all the fun stuff she wanted to do, so it's basically mandatory that she go again while it's still in town.

The list of people she'd want to drag along with her was pretty short, but at the top was Nanami, her gaming partner and new friend. They hadn't been able to spend a lot of one-on-one time since their last meeting, and Seras thought maybe taking Nanami out to the carnival could be a fun way to get to know each other better.

Seras makes her way through the arcade, peeking over and around game cabinets in search of her friend, eventually opting to hop up and down in place, surveying the room from above.]

[Hop.] Nanami? [Hop.] Are you in here? [Hop.] Hellooo?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The arcade doesn't really have an office. Maybe it should? Nanami doesn't really know how businesses are supposed to work. But that means that if she's going to look through papers and stuff, the only place to do so is in the arcade proper.

That's okay, though. The place is filled with games that comfort her and make her happy, and it means she can easily talk with anybody who happens to wander by.

So while Nanami's injuries are still fresh, she's looking through the ledgers and paperwork of the arcade. This is Hinata's thing usually, but... she's curious. And there's not a lot of things she can do easily with a broken arm.

She's curled up in the back, on one of the couches in the board game corner, and she stirs at the sound. The voice is unmistakable, and-- are those bunny ears peeking above the cabinets every couple of seconds? ]

Seras-san! [ She calls out, and waves with her good arm. Her head-tentacles brush against her bandaged stumps, and she winces. ] I'm over here!

After Reira's Party, at the Arcade

[softspokenlandlord]

[As Ryou had insinuated...he wasn't really interested in letting things lie for too long, not with the guilt of withholding information creeping at the corners of his mind.

So, he had sent a short message to Nanami a little while after the party had ended--]

Do you think you can meet me at the arcade in an hour? We can talk then.

[--And then, if it was agreed upon, he took time to prepare a few things before making his way to Insert Coin. He has no plans to stick around if she finds his story unpalatable. It'd be fine if she was upset with him...a lot of other people were.

But Ryou can't help but hope that she might see it a different way. He doesn't want to be hated...not really...

Eventually, he shows up in travel form, carrying a basket in his mouth. Around his neck is his usual collar, the one with the D10 studs, along with a pouch whose string is looped just under the collar, and scratches at the door to announce his presence...though not enough to damage the finish.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ It's weird having legs again after hours of not. She should be used to the change by now, and she is, but not in the way she expected. Her tentacles actually feel more comfortable. It takes time, after she's shifted back, to really get the sensation back in her legs again, to not feel like they should be curling and twisting and pulsing in order to move her around.

So when Ryou gets to the arcade, she hurries to answer the door, but it's kind of a weird hobble, which he'll see through the glass door, and at one point she stumbles, too. But as soon as she's recovered, she opens the door - the lights are on, the machines are all quietly humming or playing tinny music.

Presume animals are actually monsters: that's been her presumption. And between the basket in his mouth, and the color of his fur-- she's got his number. (There's his scent, too, though that doesn't register consciously to her.) ]

Come in, come in!! Bakura-san, right?

Early June- Feeding time for boy

[pendulumentertainment]

[It's a rather humid afternoon, summer is in full swing, and usually Yuya would like that. But not right now.

The boy had tried, he tried to feed, he tried to figure out how. And right before he had figured it out, he chickened out, the panic still fresh in his mind, his heart beating fast. He sits on the beach a little ways away from the waters of Lake Dala.

Why? Why did the feeding method have to be that? Why that of all things? He breathes out, shaky and tired. He didn't eat all last month after all...]

This sucks...

[He curls in on himself as he says it, and then elects to just fall over on his side, maybe the feeling of the sand will distract him from that gnawing feeling.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ As difficult as it is to return to Lake Dala sometimes, in the wake of her own feeding, it's still the closest major body of water to where she lives and works, and it's also a place that has brought her a lot of comfort - she knows the tunnels in and out, she knows every inch of the shore and the lakebed. So she heads down to Dala in the early evening for her usual swim - and finds the other mer fallen on the beach. ]

Sakaki-kun?! [ Oh no. She hurries up to him, dropping her bag and falling at his side, eyes wide with concern. ] Are you all right?

<P.B.P> mid-july

[heyunderoos]

uh, hey Chiaki!

Uh, this is probably super weird, but... do you like latkes?

I made a lot of them actually.

Re: <P.B.P> mid-july

[waitingforplayer2]

What's a latke?

Between July 9th and 13th

[figlia_morbida]

[Changing into a mer was horrible, for all that it was worth. Having her fur fall out in clumps was a nightmare that was only relieved when the scales completely replaced the patchy disaster it had become. And then her feet changed, and that was it's own kind of horrible. There is no good way to go from more toes to less.

Not to mention...the change was going to be short-lived. Some monsters change types permanently, she knows, but she didn't choose the mer body she was given, and when her fur starts to reappear, pushing scales aside all while becoming unbearably itchy, she supposes it's only a matter of time. She thought about visiting Nanami prior, but no...with the ominous portent in having her fur slowly creeping through the spaces between her scales like grass through crumbling concrete, she decides to wait.

A smart move, because her fish tail abruptly completely drops off one night (in a manner that would remind Nanami of her equivalent to Monster Hunter fame), and in a fit of shameful animalism, Trish has to find a tree out by the lake to scrape herself against until all of her fishy scales are ripped from her body, the itchiness hitting a maddening peak.

It's horrible, and she waits one more day so she can sleep off the ordeal, and to gather her things before making her way to her interval stay at Libeccio. It makes more sense anyway. The arcade is in Bavan, so she can split her visit into multiple ones if that's what ends up happening. Nanami was very enthusiastic about all of this, she recalls.

It's daytime when Trish arrives. She's wearing large aviators, a knot-front sleeveless blouse, and the skirt Fugo made her for her birthday – a nigh-perfect replica of her infamous math symbol skirt back home. The aviators are solely because light hits different when you have normal eyelids again, but thankfully she knows arcades are generally on the darker side.

When she steps in, she's aware it might be unexpected. She didn't say when she'd show up, but she'd rather see Nanami in her element than when she's expecting guests. Besides, spontaneity is fun.

Now, where is the world's ultimate gamer?]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The arcade is quiet, but bustling in its own way. A few patrons mill about, now that the fog has finally passed. A group of teenagers runs past the werebear, excitedly jabbering as they head to a Mortal Combat cabinet. Maybe avoid that one, Trish.

There's several rows of cabinets, actually - some video games, some pinball machines, a dance pad. There's a little robot of Nanami sitting at the prize counter, wearing a pink-and-white striped hoodie.

And of course there's the bowling alleys too. But no matter where Trish looks, Ryslig's Ultimate Gamer (both of them!) is nowhere to be found. The employees shrug, saying that she got all her shifts covered, and hasn't been in since the 8th. It's very unlike her, they mention.

But nobody's quite sure where she's gone. ]

<Composing> forward dated to 7/25

[leggierissimo]

Hello, Nanami.

I'd like to organize something for Beat. His birthday is coming up in a few days, and I thought that it might be good for him to receive a few messages from the people he enjoys being around and talking to, to let him know just how much he's appreciated. If there's any day to show him a bit of love, this is it, and I can assure you that it is very much needed, even if he won't admit it.

This isn't an obligation to get him a gift, though I certainly won't stop you if you'd like to. But, sometimes, a message we can go back and reread when our minds are turning against us is a gift worth more than something you can hold in your hands.

His birthday is August 1st, and we'll be hosting a small get-together at the following location:

[When looked up the address is... an old church? Very odd. If investigated, though, the church seems to be undergoing renovations.]

You're welcome to come, if you like, and you're welcome to bring a plus-one. Let me know if you plan on coming, so I can make sure we have enough supplies.

((ooc: PS: Don't tell Tal, the location/gift is a surprise!))

<galagamer> sorry this took so long

[waitingforplayer2]

Yes, absolutely! This is such a nice idea. I'll be there.

[ Good thing that she's been learning how to move around more quickly. ]

Actually, when are your roommates' birthdays, too? And when is yours?

[ For future reference! ]

<P.B.P> early august

[heyunderoos]

Hey, Chiaki,

I just wanted to send you a quick message about something Norman brought to my attention. Haftesal's research team was giving out drugs to people on Amusement Mile. I think they gave the pills to newbies too. It's some kind of blue pill that makes people unable to sleep. The situation is going to be dangerous, so we're probably going to need to up patrols.

Norman is going to post a PSA pretty soon about it with more details.

<galagamer>

[waitingforplayer2]

There were three pills. I don't know what the white one did, but the red one makes you really hungry.

I wonder how many people took them.

Action, 8/6, August arrivals red pill aftermath!

[knifemonopoly]

[He'll be waiting for her outside his door, still in his merperson form, brightly colored but now dressed in comfortable pajamas -- sleep shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt from the Mall of Bavania that says GAME BOY.

A gray key, the same shade of gray as the Fog, that kind of color that looks like it'll be cool to the touch no matter what the temperature around it is, rests in his brightly colored, webbed hand. Notably, the door to the apartment behind him is pulled completely shut.]

cw: self-harm wounds

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami opens the door just a few moments later. With her hollow eyes, it's a bit difficult to see the expression in them, or how tired they are. But her fronds are a little droopier, and she's sagging at the bonsai bend of her trunk.

The bite marks on her arm aren't quite as deep as they used to be, at least. And she hasn't gone back again. Bark doesn't taste as good as chocolate. ]

Hi... [ She shoulders her pink bag, then moves into the hallway and shuts the door carefully behind her, so she doesn't wake up her roommate. ] Are... you doing okay?

[ She saw those messages on the network to Norman, mister. ]

Big Cat Delivery | Sometime between the intro and modplot

[toaflame]

[With as much as Adrian complained about having dinner-plate-paws for hands for a time, you'd think he'd absolutely hate being a full-on big cat. At some point after the juice fully wore off and he came to his senses, he found himself just...assuming this new form, yet somehow- instinctively- it felt right. It took some getting used to, walking around on all fours as he now was, but the strength he could feel in this new body was unmatched.

He felt...powerful, like this. And while the inability to control the change was inconvenient, he doesn't actually dislike this. Not entirely.

He's prowling the woods tonight. Lager woods, specifically. Ever since joining hands- or paws, so to speak- with the Fog, he found that he could traverse these woods more freely without getting totally lost or having his ears whispered in. Beyond just that though, he's finding himself...dealing with the peculiar instinct to hunt, one that was sortof on the fringes of his mind but has really come to the forefront now that he's a full-on Liger. And so he steals quietly through the undergrowth, paws making no sound as his eyes search the shadows for any slight movement.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Lager Woods isn't safe for the non-aligned. Nanami knows this. She'd spent some hours with Mukuro here, months before, looking for a friend who had lost herself in the forest.

Yet here she is now. The fog only covers patches of the woods, and she finds it's easy enough to avoid those-- something about how the mist curls around that tree or touches that vine lets her know where's safe and where to avoid.

At first, early in the week, she doesn't wander in far. But the more comfortable she becomes with the forest's outskirts, the more daring she becomes. So today, she's wandered in a little ways.

She's resting underneath one of the forest's massive trees - more of a light doze than a real nap - when she suddenly wakes. Something nearby?... There's no sound or movement that she can see, just a feeling. She squints into the fog several feet away-- its effects wouldn't be expanding, would they? ]

from the 17th on

[soundsurfing]

[When Chiaki finally revives, she will notice a bunch of text messages from Beat.]

1.
did you come back?
2.
im guess no?
3.
hey where you at??
4.
aw don tell me you gonna res wid the fog
5.
we stopped the monster yo josh told me
6.
lemme know when you back
7.
you really gonna rez wid the fog huh
8.
aight for real tell me when you get back we gotta have an us day after that

as soon as the fog rolls in on the 4th until whenever chiaki answers him

[soundsurfing]

yo squiddles

squiddles

you better be back

squiddles this aint funny yo where you at

ima punch the fog so hard

my messages aint bouncin so i know you here here

cmon yo

where my best girl at

come back soon aight we miss you

<P.B.P> 1/3

[heyunderoos]

im sorry

im sorry

im so sorry

chiaki

please pleaseplease

<P.B.P> 2/3 - A day later

[heyunderoos]

Sorry. I freaked out in your inbox.

Please message me back, please. I need to know you're okay.

backdated to the 8th

[soundsurfing]

yo im gatherin everyone up for a spa day tomorrow

bring whoever you wanna but its gonna be a day of mf pamperin

nails did hair did clothes shopped

you can say no but youd make me cry cuz we mf need a day of jus lovin ourselves

[waitingforplayer2]

ill be ther
thx beat <3

early sept

[swashgrappling]

[When Tawna realizes Chiaki lives in the same building as her, the former bandicoot makes a point of leaving the tree gamer something.

Whenever Chiaki steps out from her apartment, she'll find a small box on her doorstep. Upon unwrapping, she'll find two embroideries in sewing hoops within.

One depicts a rolling forest scene, a familiar shaped nymph mixed amongst the tree, backlit by her game girl advance. Her expression is calm but focused. Beads make up the glow of the handheld. Beads are dotted around as highlight pieces.

The other embroidery is a simpler piece of space, Chiaki's spaceship hair clip mixed amongst the stars. A few stars are made of beads, some of just thread itself. The ship is made up mostly of beads.]

Made these for you. Hopefully, you like 'em.

-Tawna

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The treegirl returns one evening to find the box on her doorstep. She has to rub her eyes - is she seeing things? What?

When she opens the box inside her empty apartment, she does a double-take. What?? There's so much detail here!!

She flips through her contacts-- does she have, does she have... YES.

A message appears in Tawna's inbox. ]

these are amazing!!!! tawna-san, i didn't know you did these!! these are wonderful, thank you so much!!

Oct 31st

[heyunderoos]

i'm back btw

i'm fine now! just went back to hill house. meant to message you sooner, but i kinda fell asleep after eating. otto is kind of doing the dad thing and hovering nearby.

i'm really sorry about... everything.

[waitingforplayer2]

peter-kun!! i'm glad you're back

why are you apologizing though? you didn't do anything wrong

are you okay??

The day after the deed (he needed a day to process and scream)

[soundsurfing]

hey squiddles

i know e+l made you feel more free an happy but listen

the shit they offer aint worth the price they gonna ask

i broke my keycard an do me a favor an

dont join aight

no matter what elias offers

he dont deserve you

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Oh thank goodness ]

josh-kun told me he was getting inside your head

i'm SO GLAD you're getting away from him :(

he doesn't deserve you either!!!!!

flying and shapeshifting were kind of nice but it wasn't worth it

it really really wasn't

<Zigazigah>

[figlia_morbida]

[Slowly, it comes time to check in on other people. Nanami immediately comes to mind, and it's during the evening some days later when Trish finds a chance to contact the poor girl.

It'll be dark soon, and the boys will hopefully be asleep by the time she steps out for a little bit.

As much as she hates to be away from them...she owes it to Nanami to see her. She hasn't heard from her much since their discussion after the disastrous concert.

As such:]

Nanami, would you happen to be free tonight?

I'd like to see you.

[A pause.]

It's been awhile.

<galagamer> cw: emeto

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami's been doing a lot of sleeping, a lot of being sick, and a lot of very slow changing. This process seems to fortunately be arriving at something of a conclusion, but she's not done yet. The trips to the bathroom are coming less frequently, and her body is much closer to how it was before they were all spirited away to Elias' hellworld.

She rolls over after a nap to check her laptop and squints at the new message from Trish. ]

i'm free

wanna come over? i'm at this address

[ insert whatever address the TWEWY house is at ]

11/4, 38-8

[knifemonopoly]

[He can't.

He cannot wear these things anymore.

Atem has made do with his existing clothes for three days now and they're not right for the form. Nothing's coming together in front of the mirror in a way that's satisfying to his sense of fashion -- nothing clicks, nothing's right, nothing's something he can go out in and carry himself in with the kind of strength he knows he has. He'll look like easy prey if he doesn't get something together.

That means it's time to go to the mall.

In ripped khaki pants and a chunky sweater carefully maneuvered over his horns, Atem slips out of the door of room 806, late enough in the day that he's confident this Fog won't result in mass chaos like the pink-drink disaster, and heads for the elevator.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ She's only been back to the apartments sporadically since returning from Felfri. But it's still a home to her. It's still important.

She gets three faerie rings. One goes to Insert Coin. One in her latest home, with her friends from Shibuya. As for the third...

Nanami's squeezing her way out of the keyhole of 804 and popping out into the hallway when she nearly runs into him. The big hair is enough to recognize him by, even from her small perspective and compound eyes that she's still getting used to. ]

Atem-kun!!

A few days post Felfri

[assblasted]

You alive?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ oh man. ]

yeah. are you okay?

[ She was worried, even if she. Didn't check in when he exploded. Twice. ]

flies in here

[riproduzione]

[ Abbacchio arrives at the arcade forty or so minutes after contacting Nanami on F.F.'s post — he tried to get there quicker, really, but he's still getting used to the flying thing — even so, he gets there quicker than he would have on foot. He's never been to the arcade, been passed it on a few occasions, sure. Peeking his head in through the main entrance, it's dark on the inside; comfortably so. The neon that lines the walls is different from that of Felfri. Entering proper, he calls out to the nymph. ]

Hey, Chiaki, are you in here? What's this about you flying…

[ Thematically, since it is getting colder, when Nanami spots him she'll notice he's dressed for it, wearing a dark turtleneck sweater under a long black overcoat — it's laced up in the front, but has some clever tailoring on the back to fasten up and make room for his wings — the silhouette it cuts almost looks like a cape. To finish his look, he's wearing a red scarf too, bundled around him loosely. ]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ She hears his voice from across the arcade; she's been cleaning out one of the skeeball machines, but immediately she drops what she was doing and shrinks down again. Flying's faster when you're small.

Over she zips to him, practically a little glowing blue light in motion; but more perceivable as a faerie with glowing blue wings, once she's stopped to hover in front of him. ]

Abbacchio-kun!! You made it! [ She looks VERY different from the last time they spoke. At least she's cleared out the shell of her nymph body that was standing in the entranceway before, where she changed? ]

action, backdated to 11/1

[telewarped]

[Once they've managed to return Sonic to the safety of Hill House, it doesn't take Shoka long to retreat into the fringes. She's unusually quiet, speaking up if questions from the other residents get to be—for her—too prying, but mostly just standing by and subtly fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie.

Eventually, when Nanami's able to extract herself, Shoka approaches and speaks up in a hushed voice.]

Hey. He's in good hands now, so... I'm gonna head out. I'll catch up with you later if you wanna stick around longer, okay?

[waitingforplayer2]

I'll come with.

[ It's an immediate response. There's been plenty to do to get the house ready for Sonic and all, but it's been impossible for Nanami not to notice the kelpie's general reaction to things, her general disquiet. Hiding in your hoodie is a well-worn tactic for Nanami.

So she says her goodbyes, and then leads Shoka out of the house by the hand. She presumes Shoka wants to head home, so she starts walking in that direction with her. But first she peers under Shoka's hoodie, to see how she's doing. ]

You, um... you okay? [ It's been sort of a distressing afternoon. ]

<ReflectedStorm>

[northeworld]

you at the arcade? i need help with a hunt.

<galagamer>

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The response comes about 20 minutes later. ]

i can be!! i'll be there in a second. come on over!

[knifemonopoly]

(Continued from here!)

[Right on time, a door in the arcade opens, and Atem, in a slouchy open-sided Iron Maiden t-shirt and holding what looks like a mimosa glass that's full of wine, blood, or both, appears in it, leaning against the doorway. He looks around -- ]

I'm not early, am I...?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The door that Atem opens is some sort of side door; probably storage for the bowling alley, given that he's in such proximity to it. It's the off-hours for the arcade, so it's pretty quiet.

Which also means that Nanami isn't anywhere to be seen - not immediately. In the distance, there's a quiet and indistinct noise, which could be anything - and then the tiny blue faerie is shooting down the stairwell from the second floor; hovering in the middle of the arcade looking for her friend; and zipping over to him. ]

Hey... [ She grows back to normal size as she lands in front of him, pink bag over her shoulder, wearing a warm-looking hoodie that's got careful cuts in it for her extra arms and wings. ] Sorry... were you waiting long?

11/10, late night seems about right

[softspokenlandlord]

[Ryou's not even sure Nanami will be awake at this time of night...but he figures he'd give her a poke. Alternating between the Academy and Dyster is getting tiring. He feels adrift, unable to settle in one place for too long.

He'd been gone from home so long, and now...he's even further from it.]

are you awake? if i woke you up you can ignore this, also.

it's fine.

[waitingforplayer2]

[ It's a surprisingly quick response for how late at night it is. ]

hey! i'm awake! just writing

[ And a millisecond later, she recognizes the username. ]

oh, bakura-kun!! it's you!