Ruby City Inbox

[niceskirts]

"Hello. You've reached Keiko Yukimura. I'm not available right now, so please leave your name and a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

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voice;

[originallutece]

Hello, Miss Yukimura. This is Rosalind Lutece. Have you come to a decision yet about your lodgings?

voice;

[asskicks]

[Well.

Here he is.

Here he is, getting ready to call Keiko for the first time here in Ruby City and feeling like he's about to vibrate right out of his skin and into the astral plane. It isn't dread that consumes him as he stares, mouth pursed, down at the screen of his watch with his thumb hovering over the 'Call' button – not entirely, anyway. It's dread; it's excitement to talk to her after having gone months without hearing her voice outside of a crowded stadium (he still doesn't know why she hadn't come to see him after chasing him all that way out to Hanging Neck Island - probably she was pissed at him or she thought it'd be inappropriate to visit him in his room, both seemed equally likely); it's the same sick feeling of guilt and frustration and anger that's been dogging him ever since he and Kurama started. . .

. . . doing what they'd been doing. Or what they're no longer doing, as of the day he was brought back from the island. Yet another thing for him to feel like a jerk about.

In short, Yusuke is experiencing way more feelings than he would like. It occurs to him that he doesn't have to call her now: he could always, you know, put it off 'til later. Give himself more time to figure out what he's going to say to her and how. But he's been putting it off, he's been putting it off for days now, and the longer he goes without letting her know he's here, the worse he feels. Besides, he wants to see her. Probably that doesn't make sense, considering the very real possibility she's going to tell him to take a long walk off a short pier by the time they're done seeing each other, but – well.

She's Keiko. He cares about her, way more than he could say, so. . .

So.

All right. Time to suck it up and stop being a wimp and face the music. This is the number Kurama gave him: he should be able to get a hold of her once he works up the nerve to actually hit that button. God, it's weird as hell having to be given Keiko's number when he's had her number at home memorized since he was six. At any rate, he sucks in a breath, steels himself, and presses 'Call'. He does his best to keep the apprehension out of his voice when he speaks. This is gonna be hard enough without him sounding stupid and awkward right out of the gate.]

Hey, uh - Keiko?

It's me.

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[roseblooms]

I owe you no end of apologies, it seems.

If you're willing — and I fully understand if you're not, and respect that — may we talk? Even just over these pocketwatches would do. I won't ask for anything more than that.