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your visions imply you're a stalker
so that should hopefully answer your question
it sounds like our memories got a swap
and i'd rather you not have those

[he's?? a private person and this sounds like the ultimate breach of privacy??? and he doesn't even know which ones this keigo guy got - ]

NO THEY DON'T!!

[ ...they kinda do. ]

AND ANYWAY I DON'T GET THOSE VISONS!! it's like some kinda...

[ what's the word... ]

weird... violent thing... defacing a shrine or some shit. what's that even mean, huh?!

beats me

[A LIE.....]

i don't wanna do this over text
clear your schedule
i'm hungry

that's believable

[ if only you could hear the deadpan... ]

ugh fine, let's get it over with

where are you? i can just go find you now and we can... figure something out i guess

a good bean cafe
hurry up

[demanding.....

keigo deserves better than this]

don't rush me!!! i'll get there when i get there!!!

[ let him live...

doesn't matter if he's actually rushing anyway whoops. ]

[KEIGO DESERVES BETTER THAN THIS.

yet here's Baren, at the aforementioned cafe hanging out as if he's there a lot (he is). there's some iced coffee drink in his hand and his phone in the other. when he hears the door open and rushed footsteps, his eyes flick up and he tilts his head.

musing softly, but audibly:]

Yeah... I could see you as a stalker.

[ keigo was a bit tired of all the shenanigans regarding memories and whatnot, and this one had to take the cake. getting someone else's memories was a rough deal, especially when he had zero context to go off of. all he knew was that the situation was annoying enough that he couldn't just ignore the request (or ... demand) from the owner of said memories, as much as he wanted to, just to be a dick.

it was like something was pulling him there.

so when he arrived at the cafe, it was with all nerves. the more he dwelt on it, the more he realized that this guy had seen that extremely embarrassing memory of him... following that guy around with pure adoration. keigo still had no idea what the context had been for that vision, and now some random person had seen it and!!

okay maybe it was better that he wasn't able to be stubborn about this. ]

H-hey!

[ finding the guy wasn't difficult, given that ... weird sensation or whatever pulling him towards him. retrospec was really unnerving that they held this much control over their sensations... in either case, the remark was met with an indignant huff as he tried to not cause a scene, as much as he wanted to just stomp over like a jilted lover. ]

What about me gives you that idea, huh??

[At least stomping over like a jilted lover wouldn't be the weirdest thing that Baren's ever dealt with - it might even be a more common occurrence then he'd be willing to admit. Still, he settles for just laughing at the questioning and giving a grin - despite his bad mood, he can enjoy a funny reaction like that. He sits up from where he's hanging out and kicks out the chair sitting opposite from him.]

Order something if you want, I can cover it.

[because he kinda just enjoys spending money???? ah yes. baren.]

But where do you want me to start? I've known a couple of stalkers in my time, maybe we can rehabilitate you if we start early.

[ keigo's eyes narrowed at the initial response, once again urging him to use all of his willpower to not start yelling like he so desperately wanted to. instead, he sat down on the chair and sulked, his face flaring red when this guy continued to tease him about the stupid memory. ]

Look, I'm not a stalker!! I've never followed anyone around in my life!!

[ just to complete the image, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. ]

There's no way I would do something like that!! And if you're gonna buy me something, then I want the most expensive thing they offer.

[ because if he was meant to endure hazing, at least he could get something good out of it. ]

'kay.

[And when one of the workers comes by, Baren will wave them down and order exactly that. "The most expensive thing on the menu" and shrugs from there. Guess you'll get something surprising and hopefully delicious, Keigo.

Then back to the matter at hand, Baren snorts faintly.]

You sure? You were deeeefinitely going real hard for tracking this guy down in the shit I saw. I can still kinda see it? [he taps his hand helpfully - the memory's still with him] Are you into him or something? Crazy crush? Jealous ex?

[ whatever it was, it didn't end up mattering. if keigo didn't like it, he'd just throw it out; wasting this guy's money held more weight than actually having something good to eat. though, with the way things were going, it was unlikely he'd even have an appetite, anyway. ]

Wh-wha--

[ he thought he couldn't go any redder. he was very wrong. ]

I-I don't even know that guy!! So that's why there's no way that it was me! I wouldn't j-just follow someone around like that for no reason!!

Maybe you had a reason.

And maybe that reason was romance.

[ . . . . ]

Or you could be delusional. They're more similar than people think.

[ EXCUSE THE HELL OUT OF YOU. ]

IT'S NEITHER!!

[ there it was... he finally lost his temper. well, sort of; he wasn't flipping tables over or anything, but he certainly wasn't doing well with volume control anymore. ]

It's just a stupid vision! It's not a real memory!

Edited 2017-07-27 23:53 (UTC)

[NICE.

Baren seems delighted despite the outburst, cracking up... Someone doesn't care about his reputation but poor Keigo here might suffer the embarrassment as people look over.]

Shit, this level of denial's amazing.

You know that's not the only one though, right? There are other things - I think there was a chain attached to somebody? Are you too embarrassed to admit that that might be true, too?

[ keigo was a very... impulsive person, baren might realize. he didn't really think too much in advance about his actions, though regret would certainly find him eventually. the looks he was getting weren't paid attention to just yet in favor of... ]

...

[ a sort of paled over look in his face. he lowered his hand down onto the table, fingers tight at the edge, and he looked to one side. ]

...That's nothing. Just a bad dream.

Probably not.

[Baren tilts his head then - actually sincere in his interest.]

You'll need to be a better liar than that if you want to convince anyone, guy.

I'm not lying.

[ he was, though... ]

Anyway, does it really matter? If you believe these memories I got are yours, then you can have them, 'cause I really don't like what I'm seein', anyway.

Trust me when I say I don't want you to see them either.

[Regardless of what they are. They show glimpses of a life way too difficult for even Baren to stomach. That sort of thing would be a gruesome burden on anyone.

Not to mention it just feels too goddamn personal.]

How exactly are we supposed to swap again? I don't remember opting in to this weirdo experiment in the first place.

[ well, that was fair... keigo didn't really want this guy seeing his own visions, either, regardless of if they were real or not. it was too confusing and too personal. ]

I dunno... How do these things usually get fixed in movies?

[ ...how many memory swapping movies are there, though... ]

Maybe we just gotta concentrate?

Since you got here, I've been thinking "how do I get this guy out of my space".

Concentration probably isn't the answer, moron.

[you could be nicer about it, baren]

[ well that was ... really rude?! time to give him a very Nasty Look. ]

Hey, I didn't ask for this to happen to us, y'know!! Honestly, I can just leave right now and keep whatever weird visions these are!!

[ what a stupid threat... ]

You won't.

[So confidently! Mostly because Baren thinks that someone wouldn't want anyone else to have something so personal but also - ]

Or I'll just tell everyone in the city you're a stalker.

[ well, this guy's right. keigo didn't want that outcome at all. ]

Who would believe you, though?

[ a fair question, he figured... though the idea of that kind of rumor being spread about him still did bring him a great deal of anxiety. ]

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