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[Looking over - there's some strong feelings of alarm and anxiousness, but not a lick of it shows on his face.]

Ah- hey.

[ Sucks a breath in through his teeth. ]

...So, uh. You know the earrings do things, right?

[Alarm levels: increasing.

But he keeps a cool expression nonetheless.]

Oh? What's it doing now?

[ And he can't completely stop himself from wincing as he says, ]

Projecting what you're feeling right now onto... everyone in range, probably.

[Oh

Okay.

His brain is slamming the panic button.]

...Is that so?

...Yeah. It, uh. Overlapped with the memory you just took.

And now you're giving me an out?

[ALARM BELLS CONTINUING TO RING]

I wanted to let you know, so that you could — get back to your dorm, or to the outskirts of the city, which...ever works better for you.

[ The pounding alarm in his head could give him a headache if it kept up. ]

Thank you so much for your consideration.

[Just gonna get up to go. The anxiety doesn't seem to be anywhere close to calming.]

[ What's really cool about this is that approaching you gave him some anxiety of his own, so there's a real party going in his adrenal glands. ]

—Sorry. I know this has to be the last thing you wanted today.

Edited 2022-01-11 07:43 (UTC)

[He doesn't even deign to answer, anxiety mixing with other lovely feelings as he goes - loneliness, self-loathing, general mortification, the fun stuff.]

[ Well, every single part of that was the worst, and it's actively a relief as Izanagi starts to get some distance, but those sure are some parting-shot emotions, and after a moment of arguing with himself irritably, Lupine takes out his damn phone to text. ]

🐺: I'm not asking you to stay in range of me
🐺: But I don't think you should be alone right now

[ He stared at that second text for a few long seconds before hitting 'send'. This is gonna land like a lead balloon. ]

[Apparently he takes his time finding somewhere else to hang out before he responds. But eventually:]

Izanagi is typing...

...

Izanagi is typing...

Izanagi: You don't think I can handle myself?

[ He didn't say that and he's not gonna dignify it with a response. ]

🐺: Hey
🐺: Thanks for replying
🐺: Saves me the awkward of having to fly around the city until I start feeling like crap again

Izanagi: Are you turning into a helicopter parent?

🐺: The universe can hear you say stuff like that you know
🐺: If one of my next memories is about the kid I had when I was seventeen I'm blaming you

Izanagi: And then you stumbled through parenthood disastrously but still managed to be a heartwarming example of familial love ☆

🐺: Wow my life sounds like a sitcom
🐺: Do I have to give up on the basketball dreams to be there for them?

Izanagi: Of course.
Izanagi: But it's okay because you get to show the kid that their old man's still got it once they're old enough to play

🐺: At the ripe old age of like 32

Izanagi: You know it
Izanagi: Anyway
Izanagi: Thanks for the distraction attempt, but I have better things to do
Izanagi: Later

🐺: Yeah?
🐺: Text me a selfie first

[ If you're back at your dorm, or otherwise not completely alone, he'll let it go. At least for now. ] [ But combing the city for you from the air was not an idle threat. ]

Edited 2022-01-11 09:38 (UTC)

[No response. It doesn't even get marked as read.]

[ Yeah, that's real cute. Ugh. But he said he'd do it, and he's going to do it, so. Time to just fly over Tokyo-F for a while, looking for more projected feelings.

On a bet, he tries further away from the hotel first. ]

[No stray badfeels to be found!]