THIS LITTLE ASSHOLE, who is looking a little less little these days in the plain white t-shirt and hachimaki he typically wears during long nights spent working at his ramen stand. He's wearing jeans and sneakers, too, but that isn't as immediately obvious, considering that he is also practically up to his armpits in grass he hadn't remembered ever fighting his way through before until a metric ASSLOAD of forgotten memories suddenly came sledgehammering all at once back into his head. You'd think at this point in Yusuke's life he'd be old hat at being unexpectedly plunged into weird situations, but this is too surreal even for him. HOW many years has it been since he was last here? Two, three? Long enough that he's wondering why the hell this place suddenly decided to suck him back in. Dammit, and he was just about to go home and sleep, too.
At least he isn't getting his ass chewed on by anything, he tells himself grudgingly. And he's still got all his energy, which means that he probably won't be stuck here for very long. Maybe if he manages to find his way out of this field before the weekend's over he'll go see if anyone he knew back then is still kicking around. That'd be one hell of a trip.
Naturally, it's just as that thought moseys its way through his mind that he looks up and finds himself staring straight into the cranky face of a middle-aged man dangling an enormous and absolutely furious purple rat from one tightly balled fist. The sight sends a lightning bolt of shock all the way from the top of Yusuke's head to his feet, which still as he gapes openly at him. There's no doubt about it. He's a little grayer than he remembers, but this guy can only be --]
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THIS LITTLE ASSHOLE, who is looking a little less little these days in the plain white t-shirt and hachimaki he typically wears during long nights spent working at his ramen stand. He's wearing jeans and sneakers, too, but that isn't as immediately obvious, considering that he is also practically up to his armpits in grass he hadn't remembered ever fighting his way through before until a metric ASSLOAD of forgotten memories suddenly came sledgehammering all at once back into his head. You'd think at this point in Yusuke's life he'd be old hat at being unexpectedly plunged into weird situations, but this is too surreal even for him. HOW many years has it been since he was last here? Two, three? Long enough that he's wondering why the hell this place suddenly decided to suck him back in. Dammit, and he was just about to go home and sleep, too.
At least he isn't getting his ass chewed on by anything, he tells himself grudgingly. And he's still got all his energy, which means that he probably won't be stuck here for very long. Maybe if he manages to find his way out of this field before the weekend's over he'll go see if anyone he knew back then is still kicking around. That'd be one hell of a trip.
Naturally, it's just as that thought moseys its way through his mind that he looks up and finds himself staring straight into the cranky face of a middle-aged man dangling an enormous and absolutely furious purple rat from one tightly balled fist. The sight sends a lightning bolt of shock all the way from the top of Yusuke's head to his feet, which still as he gapes openly at him. There's no doubt about it. He's a little grayer than he remembers, but this guy can only be --]
OLD MAN!
[WHAT THE FANCY FUCKIN' SHIT --]