Yeah. And that's just 'cause of those freaky little psychic cats alone. Seriously, I'm surprised the guy running the hotel hasn't kicked me out, the way these bastards've been tearing the place up.
[As it is, he just got roped into washing dishes. If he never sees another crusty plate in his life, he will be so glad for it.
... anyway. It occurs to him belatedly that it's probably bad form to just dump all your problems on a random stranger, so after a moment, Yusuke begrudgingly shoots Red another text. This one is slightly more pleasant.]
I guess if I had to give one of 'em a proper name, though, I'd call the little bird wrestler things Featherweights. Y'know, like the weight class?
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[As it is, he just got roped into washing dishes. If he never sees another crusty plate in his life, he will be so glad for it.
... anyway. It occurs to him belatedly that it's probably bad form to just dump all your problems on a random stranger, so after a moment, Yusuke begrudgingly shoots Red another text. This one is slightly more pleasant.]
I guess if I had to give one of 'em a proper name, though, I'd call the little bird wrestler things Featherweights. Y'know, like the weight class?
[He tried.]