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Hello everyone! ＼（＾∀＾） I hope you've all settled in well!

My name's Minako Arisato. I've talked to a few of you already, but for everyone else, it's nice to meet you!

Now that things have calmed down a little I was wondering - how many of us were Persona-users before coming to Hinoto-ri? I think it might be good to meet and compare notes if we haven't yet, see what's the same and what's changed. And maybe we could also make a list of people with experience who can help with answering questions or training, or things like that! Just jumping into using a Persona can be pretty daunting...

For everyone else - what do you usually do for fun? Some of the things I like are music, volleyball, cooking... If we have enough people who like the same things, maybe we could even form a club! I wouldn't mind having someone to play volleyball with again. Or to go out to karaoke! (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

Anyway, that's all for now!

[added private text to Shinjiro]

Can I come over later?

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Right! And would you be willing to help out any beginners who need it?

Of course. Better to help them out now, before something else happens.

Good.

[Because he certainly hopes it was. Hard to persevere when the other half involved has half a mind to cut the demonstration short because she found the decay of his stoic dignity amusing. Don't think he couldn't tell. Idiot.

'Show me again,' huh? How else was he supposed to react to that?

He leans back against the chair a little, feeling the sudden solid pressure against his chest, and keeps his arm where it is. He's almost content to just sit here in the silence for awhile, but silence means having to think.

It's during times like this he wishes more like Iori. It's a sentiment that he has every intention of taking to his grave, but it’s still there nonetheless. The thought exists. He doesn't know Junpei well by any the sense of the word (and hasn't any intention to), but he wishes he could copy Iori's way of pulling legitimate conversation out from thin air. How he could turn around an otherwise unsalvageable conversation (doomed to decay into awkward silence) with a single random comment, usually with a dumb joke or something else equally asinine tacked on. Maybe a complaint no one took seriously. Shinjiro knows that type of person isn’t him, and never could be—Junpei can stand looking stupid and not being taken seriously; Shinjiro can barely tolerate people saying "thank you" (because what the hell do they know?)—but every now and then, in simple moments like this, Shinjiro wishes that he could, even though that kind of talent is something he never thought he’d need. To make people laugh without it having to be accidental.

But he supposes there is something he could do.]

Hey. Feel like going outside for a minute?

[The request isn't what she expected, but she shifts so she can look up at him again, and then sits up.

The story had taken a while - actually, she's lost all track of time by now, but glancing at her watch (the watch he gave her) shows that the Dark Hour is still a while away.]

All right. [She leaves off asking where they're going, because she knows he won't explain until they get there anyway. That's just how he operates.]

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[If she had asked, the answer she would have received would have been "up." He's not about to lead her deeper into the city, especially when he doesn't know the layout of even a quarter of it. And the parts he does know aren't as familiar to him as he'd like. So he's not exactly comfortable with taking her out to anyplace unfamiliar at this time of night until he does—though that isn't saying much, since the night hours blanket Japan considerably earlier than he sometimes feels it should—not with demons how they are. But with it being a New Moon tomorrow evening, perhaps they would have been relatively docile.]

Let me put away the food first.

[He couldn't leave his bowl of food lying there if he had even wanted to. But it's easily packaged away, ready to reheat whenever his appetite decides to resurface, or his conscience in regards to uneaten food does. Afterwards, he picks up his beanie from off the floor (he hopes she feels bad about that), as well as his watch from off the table. He goes into his room, returning his watch to its proper place (hell if he's losing it again), and nearly slips his beanie back on, but decides against it, leaving it next to his coat, because he's pretty damn sure she'd just take it off again and drop the damn thing. And, you know, might as fucking well, considering.

But this is done quickly, and he brushes past her, heading towards the door.]

Let's go then.

You're not taking your coat?

[Although he was probably right to expect more beanie-theft, she'd still expected him to re-dress himself. It's night and there is a bit of a breeze. ...But if Shinjiro thinks he can handle the cold, she's probably not going to convince him otherwise. Even if he did just get out of a hospital bed.

So she follows him to the door and slips her shoes back on.]

[He shakes his head.]

We ain't going far. Don't need it.

[Might not even be that long either. He doesn't have a damn track record for this sort of thing to judge time by. He slips on his shoes, opens the door, and steps out into the night air. He feels the breeze—damn, the wind feels weird when all you've got on is a long-sleeved shirt and no coat to break it—but he doubts the cold's going to get to him. At least not tonight. Well, not him anyway. Pretty sure the world would make him invincible tonight if they could read his mind. Because it has that kind of stupid sense of humor.

He then looks back.]

But if you think you're gonna be cold, I can grab it.

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I'll be fine! [Half because she believes it, and half not to delay things any longer. She has on her favorite sweater, anyway, and her red scarf. And if she really gets cold, she has a portable walking heater beside her to hold onto.

Boots on now, she follows him out the door onto the landing.]

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[He nods.]

This way then.

[He leads her down through the indoor hallway and past that goddamn random open window—its existence is a mystery to him—to the elevator. Once it arrives, he steps inside, hitting the topmost button. Within a few seconds, the elevator rumbles to life and begins to ascend.]

You go up to the school roof often back home?

[Not that he wants to bring to mind the event that will one day transpire there. But with any luck, she won't think of that. And it's something to fill the silence and chase away the invisible, awkward, if mild, nervousness that's beginning to surface. Not something he's used to feeling, but it's something, at least, he can keep well bottled down.]

[Their earlier conversation has taken a lot of the bite out of the past few days. She's still sad, somewhere deep down, that she won't be seeing Iwatodai again, except hopefully for a brief glimpse. But the grief has already settled into a neat compartment, along with the other difficult and painful things in her life. And because of that, it's far easier to focus on happy memories.]

Yeah. Every once in a while we'd eat lunch there, or just go up there to talk. It was usually a good quiet place after school.

....Akihiko-senpai said you liked to use it to take naps.

He told you that?

[Sentimental idiot.

But that is what Shinjiro had been thinking of. Easy for a person's thoughts to drift there when their route was in the same direction. It was a part of his better memories. Maybe that was why he was drawn to places like these in the first place.

He shakes his head, feeling a sudden brief second of half-weightlessness as the elevator reaches its destination. He exits, continuing to walk. Before them is a short hallway and a single flight of stairs that leads to the roof.]

I'd go up there to skip class. [Sleeping on the hard cement or on the uncomfortable benches up there was never an issue. It was a talent that served him well later on.] But if Aki said that much [he says as he begins to climb the stairs towards the door] you probably already know that.

I do. [She doesn't comment about it. She doesn't particularly approve of class skipping... when school is necessary anyway. She'd still like a break before starting to look for classes in Hinoto-ri.

...But regardless, she'd known he was a delinquent from the day they'd first met. Starting an argument about it would be completely pointless. It's probably the same reason Akihiko and Mitsuru had never mentioned it either.] It's funny that the teachers never went up there...

I suspected that you two might peruse those. [Can't keep those two away from music, after all. They have a rank 10 with it.

... He also wishes to ask her what her favorite genre was, but perhaps that was too personal? He can do that here. But Theo's still pretty hesitant to. So let's phrase a little differently.]

Which genre appealed to you greatest, if I may request such information? I don't have a selection to choose from myself.

[He hadn't been so bad in those days, in his defense. He had never really started skipping large chunks of time until after the incident. And by then, there wasn't much Aki or Mitsuru could do about it. Send a few jabs his way, sure, out of well-placed worry, but he hadn't been under their roof anymore. So they could save their complaints and put them in a jar along with everything else.

He opens the door, suddenly missing his coat. Or rather, the deep pockets in them. He's sure Minato would sympathize.]

They didn't care that much, I guess. Had better things to do.

[He's pretty sure the high school had an otherwise excellent attendance rate. Something for the Kirijo group to be proud of. He doesn't think the school could stand to be a public embarrassment.

He steps out onto the rooftop. There are a few lights here, flooding the flat roof with much needed light, though it's of the dimmer sort. But at least they won't need to let their eyes adjust. The moon, he supposes, will do the rest. He's been up here a frequently during the last week or so. You could see a lot of things from here—sometimes even that city in Gemini that rose during the Dark Hour, if you were looking in the right direction. Another plus is that not many people bothered to come up here. That suited him just fine.

…Now where had he put it?

His takes a few more steps forward, eyes scanning the area until he finds what he's looking for: a small, old-looking radio tucked away in a far corner, under one of the few benches. He had been (almost) hoping it would grow legs and walk off, ever since he had found the damn thing and started leaving it up here. (Hard to listen to music and get things done when you have a neighbor just a few doors down that has a penchant for loud music at God knows what time of day; just whenever she damn well pleases.) Though he doesn't know who would want the radio in the first place. To say there were better, newer models would be an understatement. But old, battered things were fine with him. Didn't mean they didn't do their job, and didn't mean they didn't do it well.

Guess it's now or never then.

Now that he has it in his line of vision, he starts to walk over to it.]

One sec.

[that's a pretty tough question, Theo...] It really depends on my mood, I guess! All music makes you feel something... but sometimes you want it to be soft and soothing, and other times, to make you want to get up and dance around.

[They share that neighbor, you know. ....Minako just has the tendency to use all her energy during the day and then sleep like a rock at night. It's like her own expression of her brother's near-narcolepsy. The difference is, she wakes up feeling refreshed and not continuously sleepy.

She waits when he indicates for her to, but her eyes follow his path to its end. ...A radio?

Suddenly, things are clicking together.

But for once she'll wait for him to say it first. This is his big plan.]

[When aren't his questions tough, Minako? Please also excuse his daring assumption.] You appear to be the type of person who would prefer the latter. It is very "spunky" as my sister would say. However, as you are such a diverse individual yourself, you must like any sort of music so long as it brings you some type of fulfillment, whether it be that of a spunky tune or a soothing sound. Perhaps I will attempt to find my own genre as well.

[He hopes it's similar to Minako's, though it hasn't really connected that he wants it to be so they can spend time together listening to that sort of music. Such wishes are independent of one another, right?]

You're probably right about that...

And I think that's a good idea, Theo. No one can tell you what you like, only what they like.

So have you run into any other Persona-users yourself? You didn't introduce me to your friends at the club...

[She means Kanji and Yosuke, not the demon friends. At least, they seemed to be more familiar with Yu than if they'd just met that evening. ~~Never mind that she herself treats everyone like a best friend practically the moment they meet.~~]

Indeed. It was you who taught me that I must find my own self. <(￣︶￣)> An apparent like in a particular form of music fits into that, doesn't it?

I didn't mean NOT to, it just was chaotic. The guy I asked to punch me was Kanji, and the one in the Vegas showgirl outfit was Yosuke. They were Persona users before coming here as well.

Who was the boy you spent most of the night with?

[Because don't think he didn't see that.]

[~~which boy, there were many including you--~~ but she knows who he's talking about.]

The one you decided to hang off of? That's Shinjiro Aragaki, my senpai.

[He was tempted to ask if he was her boyfriend, but that seemed kinda obvious.]

He is a Persona user as well?

[wow no she was totally super discreet about that!

...Besides he wasn't officially her boyfriend at the time.]

That's right... and so are Akihiko Sanada and Mitsuru Kirijo. They were there that night too.

Akihiko is my neighbor. I haven't talked to Mitsuru yet.

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