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[ action or deliveries (the up, #029-B) | audio | text ]

▗▘ name: kokichi ouma
▗▘ handle: kinghorse (occasionally goes by anon un: keikaku)
▗▘ picture: photo id

[ The voicemail system clicks on -- ]

Nee-heehee... You've reached the top-secret whereabouts of the Ultimate Supreme Leader, also known as the boss of the evil agents who will overthrow both this world and the next! Except I don't take messages, 'cuz I'm impossible to contact. This tape will self-destruct in 3...2...1...

... That's a lie!

[ -- BEEP. ]

Comments

text;

[shikisha]

I saw this and thought of you.

[misleaded]

omggg what a coincidence
i was just looking at this and thought of you ♡ ～('▽^人)
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[shikisha]

What the hell is that thing supposed to be?
You're the one who probably likes to be bent over a couch!

[ ....Nonon, was making it lewd really worth it? This can't end well. ]

[misleaded]

haha no waaay!!
i'm a dom, remember?
that's why it reminded me of you!!
i bet my beloved nonon-chan hasn't had any problems filling her quota thus far (*/▽＼*)

text;

[shyhara]

where are you? i need helpsasgfhjlkjaaaa

[...Yep, that's the whole message. Something probably went wrong, huh?]

[misleaded]

[ during the whole ghost mayhem on the ship, ouma is off being...busy... which is to say, he's fucking his solidity back, and he had fully intended to find shuichi again after his escapades here, so the text is a surprise.

he blinks at the notif whenever he picks up his phone (probably in the middle of putting his clothes back on)....... okay.

that's definitely not how shuichi usually types. ]

????????????
did you fall overboard or something? Σ(￣□￣lll)
i'm not exactly in the mood to freeze to death for you so you better not have
can you even die if you're a ghost right now??
maybe we should test that out!
anyway, where are YOU?

[ noah fence but he's not about to tell shuichi which kink room he's been fucking in just now. ]

i've got something for you probably...

like 3 mins later...........

[misleaded]

[ ... well now he's just feeling ignored?!?

or something's wrong. which bugs ouma, because that's the more likely possibility. don't just send him weird texts and leave him hanging, shuichi!!

ouma shamelessly spams the other... ]

uh
hello???
earth to saihara-chan???
if you actually died i'm gonna be super annoyed
i don't wanna do any killing investigations, got it?
that's your job.

1 min later

[misleaded]

if you don't answer i'm gonna have to put out a missing person ad for you!!

[ "have you seen this bottom?" ]

i'll totally use an unflattering photo and everything, too!
"has anyone seen my beloved saihara-chan? he's super cute and wearing the sluttiest police costume imaginable! i don't have any reward money, but if you find him, you can go a round or two with him!"
how's that sound?
.....hahaha that's a lie!!

[ as if he would let some rando screw shuichi... not that he'll say as much. ]

30 secs later

[misleaded]

[ his patience is wearing thinner and thinner, clearly. ]

hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey
hey

immediately after prev textspam

[misleaded]

[ UGH, now he's getting bored with this... and he's pretty much fully dressed and ready to wander around again, so he supposes he'll lowkey start looking for shuichi himself. ]

whatever
let me know where you are whenever you decide to quit ghosting!!!

[ har har ]

from Shuichi's phone

[shikisha]

[ After Nonon had taken Shuichi's phone from him, to keep from contacting Ouma again, she'd forgotten about it. At least until she'd gotten all these obnoxious alerts in her pocket.

Seeing who it's from, and caught up in things a little more than she ever imagined to be. This seemed to be a good idea somehow. ]

I think I found something that belongs to you...

But I guess like they say

finders keepers?

[ And attached is a photo of Shuichi from Nonon's pov, sitting on a massage table with his fly undone, Nonon's hand obscuring his lap and wrapped around his cock, while he hides his face in utter humiliation. ]

[misleaded]

[ ah..................

that explains a lot, actually. ouma blinks at the photo he's just opened on his phone for a few seconds, wide-eyed and processing this. for a second, he's so thrown off that he doesn't even realize who this is -- it's from shuichi's phone, but it doesn't take him long to piece things together. while it's fair that he's probably got a laundry list of people that don't like him, it's easy to narrow down who it is by their word choice and also their suspiciously tiny wrist... the wrist that's connected to the hand that's grabbing shuichi's dick...

... but he's totally not thinking about that right now!!!

except he is, and it's bothering him far more than he's willing to admit. the corner of his mouth turns up in a wry smirk, and he audibly hums somewhere between an amused and annoyed tone. ]

huuuuuuuhhhhh?????

you really wanna keep that crybaby??
wowee, i didn't realize how low your standards have fallen, nonon-chaaaan...

[ he's. so bothered, even if he isn't saying as much. the obvious lack of emojis for once might be a tip-off, however. ]

he's not mine, actually
[ unfortunately, is what he really thinks ]
but like, i might buy him off you or something if you get bored with him?!
only 'cuz i'm super bored myself, haha!!

[ JESUS he isn't supposed to get this pissed over something so dumb, but here he is. smiling tightly at the display on his device and feeling petty as hell. ]

text.

[tryhard]

Where should I return your coat? I tried your flat, but it seemed unoccupied. Did you move?

[misleaded]

yup!!
i'm quarantining and burning my place down to the ground because a gross sub stepped inside of it and i still haven't been able to get the germs out!!!! ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡

[ a few seconds pass... ]

that's a lie! ✩
i have secret bases all over the place, so it's only natural i switch it up every now and then.
but you can leave it at my door and i'll have one of my subordinates pick it up for me.

[tryhard]

[ waver doesn't even dignify the first text with an answer. he waits (he's learned) until ouma follows up with something that makes at least a little more sense. ]

Okay. If you say so...

[ a pause again. w.velvet is typing... ]

I suppose I should [ ugh ] thank you.

[misleaded]

[ .......... huh. has anyone ever thanked him before...? it feels wrong, to the extent that ouma wonders if waver's trying to fuck with him somehow here, especially since waver was so out of it at the time -- maybe he'd been lowkey hoping waver wouldn't remember him even being there.

rider probably told him or something. either way, it's weird for ouma. ]

ew no don't
i'm good as long as you washed what you're returning to me.
you did, right??
like i said, i'm trying to avoid sub germs here...

[ beautiful deflection.

send. ]

text; un - saihara

[shyhara]

where are you
please don't mess around right now just answer me

[WAVER IS GONNA GIVE HIM A PANIC ATTACK PLEASE RESPOND]

[misleaded]

[ squints........ ]

at my own funeral!
i'm faking my death in an elaborate scheme to take on a new identity.
but i gotta say, i'm pretty disappointed you were a no-show...
you didn't even send me flowers!
so cruel, saihara-chan!! ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

[ shuichi asked him not to mess around, which is asking quite a lot -- but at least he's responding promptly and with clear exaggeration. if he wanted to be particularly bad, he would've customized an error message, so at least he didn't do that.

what does shuichi know, ouma wonders... ]

[shyhara]

[The typical Ouma response is, for once, just a relief to see. And Waver is almost immediately telling him he'd talked to Ouma anyway so this whole thing was pointless anyway, but at least that's once source of worry quickly put to rest.]

right
sorry

[Forgive him if he's a bit too distracted and frazzled to give a better response right away.]

[misleaded]

[ ???????????? ]

are you sorry for sounding like a nutso?
or are you sorry about missing my funeral?
if it's the latter, then apology NOT accepted you monster!!!
but i'll accept an explanation of what's got you in a frazzle all of a sudden.

text | un: pianist

[sexybach]

Hey, Ouma-kun...did you make it back to the city okay?
I looked for you when everyone escaped, but there was a lot going on so I couldn't find you! But I really do hope you made it back.

[misleaded]

oh...
i forgot to mention i made it back to the killing game safely, didn't i?
maybe i took a wrong turn??
aah, if only akamatsu-chan had been there to guide our grand escape... ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

[sexybach]

[Stop.......................................]

I'm sorry that I never really seem to be around when you all need me. I could always try better in the future, but with so many people here, it seems like that would be difficult.
Next time for sure, I'll try my best to protect you!

delivery.

[tryhard]

[ Whoever handles deliveries in the Up housing will be knocking on Ouma's door at some point and dropping off... a package??

There's no return address.

Inside, there's just an assortment of apparently random shit: some video games, various game merchandise that goes along with them, candy.

That's it. No card. The only handwriting anywhere is on the box, neatly labeled with Ouma's name. ]

[misleaded]

[ When Ouma hears the knock at the door, he pushes himself from off the sofa he'd been lounging on (tapping away at his device, either playing a game or bullshitting someone over the network -- who knows, really); lazy as he is, he's also insanely curious and doesn't know Yumeko to be the type to invite people over that often. Ouma has a few times, but he's not expecting anyone right now. It could be Shuichi, he guesses, or it could be something else entirely.

Opening the door and initially seeing no one in sight elicits a questioning scan with his eyes, which quickly find their way to the package left at the door. Suspicion and interest ebb at his brain at once, and he grabs the doorframe while leaning his head out to peer around the hallway.

But of course there's nobody there.

Humming inquisitively, Ouma grabs the package and ducks back inside. It'd be one thing if it was addressed to Yumeko (in which case, Ouma would probably still open it), but the fact that it's addressed to him is an entertaining little mystery all in itself. He doesn't know that many people, all things considered, and anyone who would leave him a gift would generally leave a name with it? But he's also garnered plenty of people who don't care for him whatsoever, and it's exciting to think that he might've just received some kind of booby trap. It's not like Ouma hasn't sent off a few of them himself (lovingly crafted, of course).

Snickering, Ouma kicks at the box with the toe of his foot lightly before plopping onto the floor to shake it in his hands -- it's pretty weighty, and as he presses his ear up against it he can't discern any tells that it's rigged.

... His curiosity out-wins his paranoia in the end, considering that someone would specifically have to know both his address and the identity of his Dominant in order to deliver this to him. Maybe it's a pleasant surprise.

This guess ultimately turns out to be true when he opens the box and sees its contents, his eyes lighting up with delight as he gasps in a marveled way while spilling out his newfound spoils onto the floor. He'd lost quite a few of his own junk collection (which was...shockingly similar to this, candy and knick-knacks and games galore), so the items are weirdly spot-on to things that he'd like.

It's bizarre. Nice, but now his mind is going over the possibilities of who could've left this for him, on top of who would have. Shuichi surely would've stuck around if giving him something like this, not have left it at the doorway and taken off like some thief in the night -- that's his role, after all.

He mulls over this even as he pulls off a wrapper on one of the candies, turning the colorful confection between his fingers for a few seconds in examination. ]

Mm, I wonder if someone's trying to poison me again...

[ "Again", even though that first "poison" gift had been a lie.

He has a theory or two. But he grins and pops it into his mouth, the sweet taste dissolving over his tongue as he casually examines his new game titles, wondering which he might challenge Yumeko to play against him when she returned home again. ]