And the strangeness and utter impossibility of the situation hits him next. Youji last remembers lounging on his couch, trying to refine his sketches of Alice's garden into a final design. And failing. He'd finally caught sight of his watch at 11:47, leaned his head back, and mean to doze off for just a moment before dragging himself to bed.
He'd jolted awake at who knows when, exhausted, and meant to check on Ken before finally going to bed. It was a habit he'd gotten into in Germany, just to see if he shouldn't be watching the local news for unusual murders the next morning, and he'd gotten into it again since Ken had decided to be an idiot and start picking fights he couldn't win.
So he'd gone to check on Ken and ended up... here. In a burning building.
There's a connection, but his memory isn't providing him with an answer.
"It's Youji," he calls up. He reaches for his watch, and pulls out a line of wire. Just in case he needs it.
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Date: 2010-03-27 11:57 pm (UTC)He'd jolted awake at who knows when, exhausted, and meant to check on Ken before finally going to bed. It was a habit he'd gotten into in Germany, just to see if he shouldn't be watching the local news for unusual murders the next morning, and he'd gotten into it again since Ken had decided to be an idiot and start picking fights he couldn't win.
So he'd gone to check on Ken and ended up... here. In a burning building.
There's a connection, but his memory isn't providing him with an answer.
"It's Youji," he calls up. He reaches for his watch, and pulls out a line of wire. Just in case he needs it.