[It's taken him a while to work out whether he wants to actually say anything to Banjou or not, regarding a few things he's heard; the usual strategy of "don't say a damn thing and let him work it out on his own" has been working splendidly, after all, and he sees no reason to fuss with it if it works.
Eventually, however...]
We need to talk. As soon as possible, s'il vous plait.
[You know, just the fact that Tsukiyama would tell him they need to talk is enough to get Banjou's attention, because he's gotten used to ignoring... whatever is going on between the two of them most days.]
What about?
[Because there are many different things he can think of at the present moment.]
[Well, despite the fact that the message is roughly as flamboyant as usual, it's probably obvious that this is winning some sort of stupid award for Most Awkward Thing He's Ever Done, congratulations.]
Bonjour, Banjou-san - hopefully this Christmas is finding you well!
Miss Everett is coming over today; you ought to join us, assuming you're not otherwise busy.
[Oh, that's... a little surprising, actually. Banjou doesn't know what to say right away, but he doesn't leave too long of a gap between reading the message, being terribly confused, and actually replying.]
[Unlike the last time Tsukiyama got in contact with Banjou for any reason, there's no attempt at softening his approach, nor is there any proper greeting. He's aware that texting across the damn house is a stupid, nonsensical move, but really it's no more nonsensical than the fact that he's locked himself in his room and not really wanting to see anyone right now, and really, this is easier just because he can, in theory, actually look over what he sends before he sends it.
Not that there's any guarantees that he'll do that much, but the thought is there.]
Check the network. You'll know what you're looking for when you see it.
[Seeing a text from Tsukiyama is a strange thing these days, precisely because they're both in the damn house at the moment. He nearly shouts across the house before actually looking at the text and deciding maybe he should take a look at the network first.
Oh. Oh goddamn it.]
What are we supposed to do?
[Ignore it, maybe? Ignoring it would be good. He's not their Kaneki.]
[The last ten days or so have been decidedly better since the entire...incident with the fainting couch and the drapes and everything Tsukiyama has decided to be; it's been reasonably quiet, certainly, save for the occasional sound of frustrated piano playing coming from the study, but at the very least the guy hasn't been hiding and once in a while there are entirely too many potato croquettes in the kitchen because clearly Paula Deino was on to something, and everything is slowly returning to as it should be.
...Apparently that's still not going to stop him from texting from across the house once in a while, presumably so the conversation can't inadvertently involve Miss Everett.]
I want to ask you something sometime.
It's not time-sensitive or terribly important, though it does involve Kaneki-kun - not as things are here, but back home.
[You know, all things said Banjou can't really complain about the whole situation. He was the one who wanted to deal with it by completely ignoring the situation, and for some reason Tsukiyama actually let him do it. It's not something he's going to get away with for much longer, but he's trying to take the time he's been given to figure out just what the hell his plan of action is going to be.
He still wants to do nothing, but that's not very practical even if it is tempting.
For all of the avoiding he's been doing, the question manages to work as a distraction, even if the conversation is about to go disastrously.]
[Seeing as his earlier conversation with Tsukiyama didn't go as bad as he was bracing himself for, it's Banjou's turn to get a message from Kaneki a few hours later that same day. He's taken the time to get a little fresh air first since it's actually only slightly below freezing today, which is better than he's seen in a while.]
Can I talk to you for a bit, Banjou-san? Whenever you get the chance, anyway.
[Also, hi, this is...actually the first time he's talked to you since he first got here nearly three weeks ago.]
[Oh, it's not big deal. Banjou's been trying to... deal with this in his own way, and he still has no idea how he's going to handle the whole situation. It doesn't take him very long to respond even so. He's used to being on call, even if the group never had the luxury of text messaging in Tokyo.]
[Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Banjou! Fortunately, Meridiana's been given the heads-up in advance that the Japanese custom for Valentine's is slightly different than the one she's been expecting, as far as who's supposed to be producing the chocolate and all that.
Consequently, hanging from Banjou's bedroom door in a pretty hand-sewn little bag is a box of chocolates with his name on it, and with a handwritten note attached!]
Mr. Banjou,
Happy Valentine's Day! I do hope this Geery Choco finds you well. In London, the very best chocolate for a valentine is Cadbury's; here it seems to be called CadBurmy's, but I should hope it measures up just the same. I hope you'll please forgive me a bit of my own custom, along with yours; you've been so kind to me that I wanted to give the very best, Geery or not.
[Banjou honestly hadn't been expecting anything from Meridiana. Not out of rudeness or anything negative-- she's not Japanese and they're not dating so it hadn't occurred to him that someone (probably Tsukiyama) would tell her about the cultural differences.
So that's why he goes to the store and finds a card that's cute but not sappy or romantic.
Attached is a small piece of candy-- after all, Banjou will return the favor in a month.]
Miss Everett,
I apologize for not thinking to give you anything on this day. In Japan, the day that men give women a gift of chocolate is March 14. I'll be sure to return the favor then and share my custom with you.
[How indeed. Luckily, Banjou doesn't really mind. He's a little confused, but ever since the party, Naki has become "okay" as opposed to "avoid at all costs" so the text doesn't come as too big of a shock.]
[And that's...at least moderately gentler than his texts usually are, even if it's brief; it's better than the usual urgent we need to talk or we have a problem or I need you to do something for me that usually come along with Tsukiyama's attempts at contact, anyway.]
[ It's been a few days since Chie moved into the house, and she quite frankly doesn't the need to inform poor Banjou over there that she isn't a ghoul; she's waiting for him to figure it out on his own because hey, why the hell not and Tsukiyama did pretty much give her the go-ahead to fuck with him.
She's been spending a lot of her time out exploring and taking pictures, but today she's still in the house around lunchtime and Banjou can find her in the living room. It seems that she's checking to see how many Zigzagoons can fit on the couch at the same time. :|a ]
[It's fortunate that Banjou doesn't seem particularly worried about Chie. He's seen enough of the company that Tsukiyama usually keeps to know that if something was going to happen, it would have happened by now.
When he leaves his room to make lunch for himself, he pauses at the sight in the living room.]
[It's been a couple of days since the last post Tsukiyama made had gone up; he knew he should tell someone about something that had gone on then and he's not entirely sure why he's hesitating. Perhaps it's a sign that he still doesn't trust Banjou as much as he should, perhaps he's just not sure what Banjou would even do about something like this, but...]
I need to talk to you. As soon as possible, s'il vous plait.
It seems a potential problem has arisen, a major one.
[...yeah, you better believe that Kaneki is contacting Banjou the moment this conversation ends. He decides to go with text for now, though. Mostly because that was a lot of talking he and Rin just did and he's...still feeling a little shaky about it.]
Hello, Banjou-san. Do you think you could text me when you aren't busy? There's no rush or anything...I just need to talk to you about something.
[It's been a while since he's been in Goldenrod. The air is almost congested compared to how fresh and free Cianwood felt. Even so, Rin likes it because it felt full of promise and huge opportunities. Maybe this is how people felt when they went to places like New York City!
Rin's standing around one of the little cafes on the street when he decides that now is when he'll finally make that call. He's been in Goldenrod for a while, but he had been exploring with a friend. It was about time he took a moment to do something he had been excited about for quite some time.]
Yo Banjou! Sorry it took me a while, but I'm here!
[He's been expecting this call-- almost looking forward to it, honestly, because being able to do something useful here is something Banjou has wanted for a while not.]
[There's no real urgency behind the text today; just the same, it's another thing that's being fired across the house for the usual "let's not involve Miss Everett in our hideously awkward affairs" sort of reason.]
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Banjou will probably not be taking part in the fighting directly, so let's hash something out!
*hang, wow
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[Well, despite the fact that the message is roughly as flamboyant as usual, it's probably obvious that this is winning some sort of stupid award for Most Awkward Thing He's Ever Done, congratulations.]
Bonjour, Banjou-san - hopefully this Christmas is finding you well!
Miss Everett is coming over today; you ought to join us, assuming you're not otherwise busy.
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[Unlike the last time Tsukiyama got in contact with Banjou for any reason, there's no attempt at softening his approach, nor is there any proper greeting. He's aware that texting across the damn house is a stupid, nonsensical move, but really it's no more nonsensical than the fact that he's locked himself in his room and not really wanting to see anyone right now, and really, this is easier just because he can, in theory, actually look over what he sends before he sends it.
Not that there's any guarantees that he'll do that much, but the thought is there.]
Check the network. You'll know what you're looking for when you see it.
It seems we have a problem.
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Oh. Oh goddamn it.]
What are we supposed to do?
[Ignore it, maybe? Ignoring it would be good. He's not their Kaneki.]
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[The last ten days or so have been decidedly better since the entire...incident with the fainting couch and the drapes and everything Tsukiyama has decided to be; it's been reasonably quiet, certainly, save for the occasional sound of frustrated piano playing coming from the study, but at the very least the guy hasn't been hiding and once in a while there are entirely too many potato croquettes in the kitchen because clearly Paula Deino was on to something, and everything is slowly returning to as it should be.
...Apparently that's still not going to stop him from texting from across the house once in a while, presumably so the conversation can't inadvertently involve Miss Everett.]
I want to ask you something sometime.
It's not time-sensitive or terribly important, though it does involve Kaneki-kun - not as things are here, but back home.
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He still wants to do nothing, but that's not very practical even if it is tempting.
For all of the avoiding he's been doing, the question manages to work as a distraction, even if the conversation is about to go disastrously.]
I have a moment now. What do you need to know?
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Can I talk to you for a bit, Banjou-san? Whenever you get the chance, anyway.
[Also, hi, this is...actually the first time he's talked to you since he first got here nearly three weeks ago.]
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Of course, Kaneki.
I'm here.
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→ 2/14, delivery; ♥
Consequently, hanging from Banjou's bedroom door in a pretty hand-sewn little bag is a box of chocolates with his name on it, and with a handwritten note attached!]
Mr. Banjou,
Happy Valentine's Day! I do hope this Geery Choco finds you well. In London, the very best chocolate for a valentine is Cadbury's; here it seems to be called CadBurmy's, but I should hope it measures up just the same. I hope you'll please forgive me a bit of my own custom, along with yours; you've been so kind to me that I wanted to give the very best, Geery or not.
Best thoughts,
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[...SHE TRIED]
2/14, thanks for putting this in spam gmail
So that's why he goes to the store and finds a card that's cute but not sappy or romantic.
Attached is a small piece of candy-- after all, Banjou will return the favor in a month.]
Miss Everett,
I apologize for not thinking to give you anything on this day. In Japan, the day that men give women a gift of chocolate is March 14. I'll be sure to return the favor then and share my custom with you.
Thank you for the chocolate.
Regards,
Banjou
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[NAKI YOU HAD TO LOOK AT HIS NAME TO TEXT HIM HOW DID YOU FUCK THIS UP]
IVE GOT SOMETHING 4 U BUT U HAVE 2 PLAY ME IN DANCE DANCE EEVEELUTION IF U WANT IT!!!!!!
R U IN GOLDENROD???
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I'm in Goldenrod. I take it you want to meet now?
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[And that's...at least moderately gentler than his texts usually are, even if it's brief; it's better than the usual urgent we need to talk or we have a problem or I need you to do something for me that usually come along with Tsukiyama's attempts at contact, anyway.]
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I'm here.
What do you want to discuss?
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She's been spending a lot of her time out exploring and taking pictures, but today she's still in the house around lunchtime and Banjou can find her in the living room. It seems that she's checking to see how many Zigzagoons can fit on the couch at the same time. :|a ]
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When he leaves his room to make lunch for himself, he pauses at the sight in the living room.]
Hori...san?
[Dear god that is a lot of Zigzagoons.]
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[It's been a couple of days since the last post Tsukiyama made had gone up; he knew he should tell someone about something that had gone on then and he's not entirely sure why he's hesitating. Perhaps it's a sign that he still doesn't trust Banjou as much as he should, perhaps he's just not sure what Banjou would even do about something like this, but...]
I need to talk to you. As soon as possible, s'il vous plait.
It seems a potential problem has arisen, a major one.
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Banjou wasn't made aware of anyone else showing up. Did he miss something?]
What kind of problem are we talking about?
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Uhm, I'll be in Goldenrod probably the second week of July. Are you gonna be busy around then?
[Kaneki may not be a street performer but Banjou certainly had some truth in that statement. After all, the guy could actually play a guitar!]
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Rin.
Are you interested in lessons?
[He's getting better at reading sheet music-- it's still a lot of intuition, but he should be able to be a competent teacher. Hopefully.]
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Hello, Banjou-san. Do you think you could text me when you aren't busy? There's no rush or anything...I just need to talk to you about something.
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Rin's standing around one of the little cafes on the street when he decides that now is when he'll finally make that call. He's been in Goldenrod for a while, but he had been exploring with a friend. It was about time he took a moment to do something he had been excited about for quite some time.]
Yo Banjou! Sorry it took me a while, but I'm here!
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Where are you right now? We can meet up.
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[There's no real urgency behind the text today; just the same, it's another thing that's being fired across the house for the usual "let's not involve Miss Everett in our hideously awkward affairs" sort of reason.]
I don't suppose you have a moment...?
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What do you want to discuss?
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I just wanted to thank you for the food you sent me a little while ago. It really meant a lot to me
[He might have cried a little actually but that's not important.]
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You're welcome.
It won't make up for all the people you've lost, but I'm sorry it keeps happening to you.
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NEXT TIME I TRY TO GO ANYWHERE PLEASE PUNCH ME
I FUCKING HATE TRAVELING
IVE MISSED U SO MUCH R U BUSY NOW
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It's Kaneki. Please text me back when you see this.
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