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how to win friends and influence NEETs [CLOSED]

who: Ichimatsu Matsuno and Aoba Seragaki
what: Aoba runs into a familiar face with an unfamiliar demeanor. In other words, he runs into Ichimatsu.
when: Sometime in September...
where: Petting zoo!
warnings: None anticipated, will update in subject lines if necessary!

[ It's getting cooler, day by day.

Foliage is already beginning to change color. At least those that Aoba can recognize. One such plant he didn't recognize had started transforming from a gold color to a vibrant green in patches. He supposes it's native to this world or brought in from another. Whatever the cause, the seasons were changing again and he's happy to throw on more layers compared to the sticky, sultry heat of summer.

He has some time off work and little else to do with his day, and craving the comfort he had with Ren, Aoba decides to get his fix from the petting zoo. There are all manner of animals foreign and familiar that he can touch, hoping to distance himself from missing his Allmate. It never really does the trick, but it serves as a wonderfully cute distraction.

After purchasing a ticket, he moves alone through the light crowd of people in pairs or small groups. Picking his way through the exhibits to listen to explanations of the origins of a particular species or to watch their young be fed via bottle or by hand.

It's then that he sees a familiar face and heads towards it. It occurs to him that this might... be Osomatsu? Surely not Karamatsu, given the lack of obvious cosmetic use. ]

Um... excuse me? [ Don't mind the light tug on your sleeve, Ichimatsu. Or mind, and he'll have to explain himself. ]

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[ Is this really true? He'd got the impression that Karamatsu did a lot but... was it all because he - Aoba - was so preoccupied with trying to stop him from doing something embarrassing that it looked like he constantly had something going on? What an effective smokescreen! ]

..Weren't your brothers trying to offer themselves up for compensated dating recently?

[ Escort service or whatever they were going for isn't exactly a job for layabouts. ]

[He slides his eyes to Aoba without moving his head, raising one stumpy little eyebrow toward his messy fringe.]

...would you call that working?

[ Aoba stares back at him. Of course it's work! You have to pretend to be really interested and confident and entertaining to complete strangers! He can't imagine getting into that line of work, the anxiety would kill him and besides! He's spoken for! Sorta. ]

Yeah, I guess? I mean, what if you had to date someone who was really boring? Or had an annoying laugh? Or wanted to do weird stuff?

It just sounds like a lot of hassle for a quick buck.

[ Because surely they're not doing it for the dates, no one is that desperate. ]

[He's with you on that, minus the being spoken for in any way ~~that he knows of~~. He chuckles faintly, almost but not quite rolling his eyes.]

We're NEETs, Aoba-san. We don't do anything. I wouldn't have participated unless they paid me more than either of them could, but we're all unholy levels of desperately thirsty.

[He... is so blase about this.]

[ Aoba cants his head to a quizzical angle, he doesn't understand. ]

Neat? I don't get it.

[ He's never heard of this term before, not once. But there's something else that he can't come to grips with either, and that part makes him unfold his arms and lean forward in alarm. Just what level of thirsty makes someone go through that much effort just to score a date?! ]

Heeh? Wouldn't it have been easier to just simply ask someone out on a date?

[He snorts in laughter, shaking his head.]

Nono-- NEET. It's an acronym. [He brings up both hands, counting off on a finger with each point.] No Education, Employment, or Training.

[He recoils when Aoba leans forward, hunching his shoulders and taking a very specific step backward.]

Probably, but I didn't participate in their scheme so I don't know what was going through their heads.

[ Aoba blinks, hazel eyes dropping to see as each digit on one hand is ticked. Then a lightbulb visibly goes off, judging from the way his face lights up. ]

Aa, NEET. [ He gets it now! ]

...Wait, you -- None of you have any of those things?

That's crazy! How do you not have anything like this? I grew up in a slum and even I had education, training... a job!

Granted, I didn't most of mine for long but this last one I was doing well in! Junkshop Mediocrity!

[ That name sounds really disappointing, though... ]

[A dull expression.]

We just don't. And really, "Junkshop Mediocrity" doesn't sound like something to be proud of.

[ Aoba puffs his cheeks and pouts. He pushes his hands into his pockets, slouches and mumbles sullenly as he speaks. It's real mature. ]

At least it was something. And I had a really good boss. [ He supposes he won't see them again, and that makes him a little sad but he's more annoyed that a NEET is judging his career choices! But then Aoba realizes something. ]

...Hey, so can you even call yourself a NEET anymore?

[Wow, what... an Osomatsu-like response. He's a little startled by the similarity of that sulk, actually, and it's evident in the way he blinks and actually opens his eyes for a moment. Then he processes the question, and splutters in confusion.]

W-well, maybe not, but we were. You asked about how desperate they were for a date, not my job status.

[ He points! This is a ridiculous thing to get hung up over, but Aoba's not always the most chill guy. ]

You said you were NEETs. You don't do anything, right?

But you're working like a normal person. [ That's a bit of a stretch, also, this is the most pointless thing to get into a disagreement over. But there Aoba is, looking with a distantly challenging stare that is a bit too slow to realizing that. He lowers his hand. ]

...Sorry, what I mean is - good job... you know, not being a NEET. And not going along with that crazy idea.

There's some weird guys around that might mess with them. Like that guy who tried to get Karamatsu to be a guinea pig for some drug.

[He recoils from the pointing almost immediately-- Aoba don't you know that's rude? and actually goes as far as to take a small pair of steps backward, slowly. Why is this guy arguing about his state of uselessness? He was garbage, and that was really about all there was to it. His shoulders hunch stiffly in response to the assuage of complaints, and it looks like he's just going to roll with it quietly without much of a reaction, up until that last bit.]

[One of his eyes twitches almost closed and he snarls slightly, hunching his shoulders farther and making an exaggerated gag of a gesture.]

Fuck that guy. He's a pointless self-important shitheel.

[ He of course realizes that, but just a smidge too late. It's why his expression seems to slink in a little. Like he stepped out of bounds and now feels the need to crawl back into his shell, apologetically. He was being foolish, more adamant than the situation called for purely because he's so used to defending --

Ah, he'll let that go. This is probably old hat for anyone who deals with Karamatsu on a daily basis.

Aoba blinks. That phrasing... the way he said that suggests he knows who he's talking about. It's not that surprising, seeing as the creeper had set his brother in their sights, but Aoba didn't know anything else. This sounds like a lead. ]

You know who that guy is?

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[Ichimatsu looks distinctly uncomfortable, but in a solidly annoyed way. He looks a bit like he feels unclean, talking about this, and his hands sprawl outward like he can't stand touching anything. Aoba wouldn't likely see it, but the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end, and most of his arms are covered in goosebumps. He is very wholly and sincerely grossed the fuck out.]

Pretty good idea, but no solid undeniable proof. About as secure as the fucking drug he was trying to sell.

Ah... yeah, I haven't had much luck either.

[ Aoba deflates a little. That's too bad, but when he sees that expression on Ichimatsu's face, he grows a little more animated himself. ]

Right? That gave me the creeps too! I haven't seen much of that Lampyr stuff since, so I'm not sure if he's rebranded it or if it didn't really take off like he wanted it to.

[ He sighs. ] I just hope it's nothing like those conspiracy theories some people have been tossing around, like the government here is just experimenting on us overall.

I mean if it's who I think it is he's a waste anyway.

[A pause, and he frowns in thought.]

...if they are, it certainly could be worse.

I suppose so.

[ Aoba instantly thinks of Toue and Platinum Jail. His irritation is obvious, he's pretty much the type who wears his emotions on his sleeve even when he tries like hell to hide them. ]

I mean, we could have some maniacal scientist bent on world domination performing mind-control experiments on his own people and then some.

...Out of curiosity, how much worse can it get? In your experience.

[He's pretty obviously uncomfortable, but he's the one that brought it up so he can't fault Aoba for asking. He squirms, exhaling without opening his mouth and keeping his eyes somewhere near his shoes.]

...we were on a ship out in space, a while ago. Some... pretty bad shit went down. Killings, malicious aliens allowed on board, weird plants and drinks that would alter your behavior... [He shakes his head and subconsciously rubs one hand on the inside of his opposite arm.] It just wasn't good.

[ Aoba listens with interest, but as Ichimatsu describes the kind of bad things that could happen, his expression turns cold - not emotionless, but like his blood just froze. Killings, behavior-altering substances and hostile beings from another world. And on a ship.

A ship. ]

...

[ Aoba reaches out and grips the edge of Ichimatsu's sleeve, suddenly insistent and urgent in his questioning. The ship that Karamatsu mentioned? ]

Hey, you mean a spaceship, right? Eluvio?

[He looks a little nauseous, but doesn't pull away from Aoba's grip on his sleeve.]

...yeah. Karamatsu's probably mentioned it.

[ Ah, that's... really sad. That sounds like an awful time, and he's afraid to ask for more details than the glossed over description he's heard now that... honestly already sounds pretty horrible.

That, combined with Karamatsu's nervousness as he tried to regale a time when he almost got laid... he'd blown him off. Didn't even try to get the truth out of him, the truth which makes his brother look sick just from mentioning it. ]

...Tch! I... I didn't even ask.

It makes sense, now that I know. [ He feels like such a shitty friend, his hand slipping off his sleeve. ] Dammit!

[He's a little confused by the reaction, squinting and looking him over. It occurs to him, then, that his mention of Karamatsu was probably where the frustration stemmed from, and his face goes a little slack.]

...ah, it's. He's used to it. I'm sure if you asked him, now... [He steps away and waves a hand vaguely, still looking a little sick, but maybe in a different way.] He'd really appreciate the friendliness. [Why is he saying this.]

[ It would be a little confusing looking at this from the outside, and Aoba's only starting to understand why. Right at this moment, he's just under the impression that Karamatsu is a try-hard, weird... but honestly... who isn't? This whole quarantine is filled with weird.

Anyway, that's not important right now. There's someone right here, who seems to have gone through a lot. This time, Aoba's not going to brush it aside or accept some lame answer. ]

But Ichimatsu.

You had to deal with this too, right? I have no business asking but... since you're the brother of my best friend, I want to know if you're... okay?

[He squirms at that, recoiling bodily but with little change to his expression. No, no, don't do that. He can't handle people worrying, or fussing, or just-- the attention. It's making his skin break out in goosebumps and the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and he hates it because this guy is just trying to be nice, but he can't fucking take it. He screws his eyes shut and nods, even if he sure as hell doesn't look okay, even if he's keeping his expression pretty schooled.]

--I'm fine. It was a while ago.

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