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[morphogeneticmiddleman]

From: Junpei To: Boss man

TEXT: Huh???? TEXT: Phone says you're my boss but i dont remember having a job???? TEXT: Fill me in????

From: Cecil To: HCCR Interns, HCCR Hosts, HCCR Employees (other) Message: 1/3 OK, not sure what happened, plan obviously didnt work. Not sure how much you remember... city is in shambles 2/3 If youre on this list, you work for me at the radio station - pls ask if you need help w/ location, circumstance, etc 3/3 I dont know much, but I will try to help at least. Good luck

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"Yeah no I feel you, alone time is really great, regardless." And especially after what happened to them. Then again, being alone with your thoughts is also dangerous.

He watched Cupcake fly away, nodding at her question. "Yeah, and smart too if she knew to go back to your room huh?"

Junpei got comfortable on the couch, only to have the pink haired girl leaning on him like a piece of furniture. And to be honest, he didn't really mind it. They were friends after all, right? He reached into her snacks, pulling out some chips and starting into the movie.

"Sounds like a good plan. What're you supposed to do with cheesy movies anyway, commentary?"

Love 'Em and Cleave 'Em || [closed, 4chanishellamoe]

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"Well good, good. Still though it looks kinda empty in here and that kinda sucks you know?" Of course she'd know that you idiot, she lives here. The house did feel big and empty despite how many people and animals Clover had told him were living there? Seven people and not a one was home for her birthday, not even her brother?

He glanced up at the bird perched on Clover's shoulder, grinning a little at it. "When did you get a bird?"

Following her to the couch, he flopped down next to her, sorta close. Yeah, it was a big couch, but they were friends right? Friends who went to a formal ball together could sit close on the couch to celebrate a birthday, it wasn't unheard of.

"So what are we watching first anyway? Birthday girl's lead after all."

Love 'Em and Cleave 'Em || [closed, 4chanishellamoe]

[morphogeneticmiddleman]

Junpei got a feeling from the bewilderment that she wasn't used to being acknowledged on her birthday, further proven with how she trailed off while thanking him.

"Ya know it's just... Nobody deserves to be alone on their birthday, and I know you have a lotta roommates with a lotta plans."

He felt himself yanked into the house, stumbling a little and straightening up once the door was shut behind him, looking around a little. It was a nice house, cozy. He didn't mind being commandeered for a celebration. He didn't have anything better to do and besides, she was his friend.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan Clover lets do this, lets celebrate."

Love 'Em and Cleave 'Em || [closed, 4chanishellamoe]

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;)

"....Clover no."

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Tipping on the sides of his cup, as if that would cool the drink down any faster, he glanced up when the older gentleman approached and took his seat.

He was sorta hunched over the table, as if trying to to keep his face hidden from onlookers. As if this was some sort of secret meeting out of a spy movie.

"Huh? Need for it? I guess it sounded kinda cool to send a coded message you know? Like something out of an spy movie."

Despite who he was dealing with, and knowing how dangerous he was, Junpei was surprisingly calm.

Old Man You Light Up My Girl Like Nobody Else || [[closed; elderlion]]

[morphogeneticmiddleman]

Junpei heard the door open, looking up at the girl in front of him from his generally slouched posture on her doorstep. To be honest, he hadn't exactly expected her to be here. He'd assumed she'd probably be out with someone, she seemed fairly popular at least. He'd intended to leave the gift with her brother and leave, but finding her home was bewildering and in a way, made him glad he could give her her gift in person.

He picked up the bag next to him, handing it to her.

"Hey uh, so I remembered you told me it was your birthday today, so I thought I'd stop by and give you a gift. I wasn't expecting you home though, but it's nice getting to see you today anyway."

Love 'Em and Cleave 'Em || [closed, 4chanishellamoe]

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Love 'Em and Cleave 'Em || [closed, 4chanishellamoe]

Junpei's visit to the house was for a specific purpose, and that was the birthday of one of his friends from back home. He never really discussed this with her, and figured why not show up with a birthday gift for her. After all, they were friends, and that was what friends did.

He'd made sure to get something she'd like, or at least, that he thought she'd like, so over all it was a big pink bag of uncertainty sitting by his feet one he stood on the porch of the house.

Knocking on the door to the large zoo house, he rocked on his heels, making his tennis shoes squeak slightly against the porch, waiting for someone to answer. As much fun as he's had going into strange doors without asking over the years, he figured that maybe this one wasn't exactly the best door to try that on. Besides, it wasn't even numbered.

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For a radio station, it seemed odd to Junpei that lately it seemed quieter. The broadcasts seemed quieter, the hoarse gurgle of the coffee machine was more muted, the interns seemed more tight lipped without really being tight lipped at all.

The only sound that seemed to pierce the heavy cloud of silence that hung over the radio station were the sounds of his boss sighing into his coffee in the times he was not on air, and even when he was. Prying seemed rude and invasive, but colour him worried about someone who was usually so upbeat when announcing horrifying news as if it was completely normal for him. But then again, maybe it was.

A second cup of coffee joined Cecil's on the table, followed by a body occupying the chair across from him, trying to not get too close, in case he didn't want to discuss this at all.

"Hey boss? You feeling alright? Since the other day, things have felt quieter around here and I wondered if you were alright."

Ask your doctor if unlocking the memory of your own death is right for you. (Closed / HCCR)

Cecil’s shows, in the last few days, had gotten… longer. It wasn’t so much the result of an increase in content as it was an increase in pausing, and a decrease in speed. He hoped no one had noticed. He also hoped they hadn’t noticed his hoarse voice and the way he kept rubbing at his neck when no one was looking. He did not bother to hope that no one noticed the way he was sighing into his coffee in the break room afterwards, as he assumed no one would really be paying attention to begin with.

So Cecil sighed into his coffee, ignoring the way its unnecessarily high temperature made his already ragged throat feel as much more uncomfortable as it could, given the limitations of his physical form. He did not pay the slightest amount of attention to his employees, or their reactions. Part of being a good boss, after all, was apathy.

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Old Man You Light Up My Girl Like Nobody Else || [[closed; elderlion]]

The whispered secrets of the city tickled at Junpei's ears as he walked, enticing him to stay a while and learn what the other inhabitants were saying, doing, thinking. But no, he couldn't stop to see how much trouble eavesdropping would land him in, especially in the territorial warfare that was his home in sector 3. He had other plans, other whispers to listen to, those of which would come right from the horse's mouth.

Or, maybe this time, the Lion's.

Junpei wasn't known for punctuality, or much outside his outlandish attire and the inopportune moments his puns decided to come forth from, but today he was on time. About five minutes early, even. He asked the waitress at the cafe for the table in the back, a secluded booth in a less well lit corner, where the hum and bustle of the cafe was slightly muted. He ordered a cup of coffee for them both, waiting for his companion to arrive.

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"There was nothing I could find that would suit you better. Merry Christmas, Junpei."

"Whoa holy shit Snake! This is the best shirt you really get me! Merry Christmas man!"

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"Oh yeah wow, I wonder how many people we know are going-- Oh shit that's right he did help put this whole shindig together. See, having connections is great."

He followed her, trying his best to keep up with her. She was quick on her heeled feet, and thankfully wasn't taller than him in her shoes. He picked up the pace, trying not to stumble in his nice leather dress shoes.

"Huh? Oh yeah thanks. I mean this suit is really nice looking and all. Oh man I didn't even think of that... Nah I'm sure plenty of girls will be wearing white, right? Wont look too out of place, Besides, you look really nice."

"I hope nobody gets the wrong idea anyway."

We've Got the Biggest Balls of Them All|| [winter ball closed; 4chanishellamoe]

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Junpei rocked on his heels, a little, admittedly, nervous. Would she get mad his outfit wasn't white like hers? Or would she like his suit? He didn't know how girls and fashion and much of anything worked really.

"Heh, yeah, thought you'd wanna get there early or at least on time you know?"

He felt her hold him and he gave her a hug in return, only for her to pull away and grab him by the hand to drag him off.

"Oh uh, thanks! I tried to look my best anyway." Thank you little faerie who gave it to him, you're a real lifesaver.

We've Got the Biggest Balls of Them All|| [winter ball closed; 4chanishellamoe]

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We've Got the Biggest Balls of Them All|| [winter ball closed; 4chanishellamoe]

Alright Junpei. You managed to shower and make your hair look halfway decent. You managed to dress yourself today without causing any casualties. All that was left was to pick up your date and not do anything stupid, and you can only guarantee one of those things happening, so you figured it might as well be getting Clover.

He made his way over to her place, district alpha. He made sure to leave early enough from his own district to reach hers and still have time to be on time to the ball. He figured it would be better this way, he didn't know if Clover was a 'fashionably late' person or not. To be honest, he didn't know a lot about her.

Knuckles rapped at her door before he moved to adjust his sleeve cuffs. Wearing a suit was weird, everything here was weird.

"Hey Clover, you here? I'm here to get you for the ball thingy."

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❅〖 "I hope I did you and Miss Clover-chan proud! Let's see, I tried to go for mixing different patterns together subtly, because I thought of your plaid shirt, Mister Junpei-chan. So that must mean you find it to be a very important fashion statement, right? The result was this dark navy three piece suit, a  pinstriped dress shirt, and of course, a super cool tie with a fading pattern. Now you're all dressed up and ready to go!~" 〗

"Whoooa this is really fancy! Thanks, this is perfect!"

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"Okay yeah but have you seen your pants, how do you not trip and die in them?"

"I’m sayin’ you’re a big ass nerd."

[morphogeneticmiddleman]

❅〖 "Hello, hi, greetings, salutations, and bonjour!~ My name's Snowflake and I'm gonna dress you up in something nice! But I have a few questions! Tie or bow tie? Killer or chiller? Modern or classic? Choose wisely for it shall set your destiny, Mister Junpei-chan!~" 〗

"Whoa, you're already cool in my book! Yeah thanks, this is great! Uh... I think ties are a lot better than bow ties... and I wanna look pretty chill. And modern, definitely modern. A suit would be kinda cool, haven't gotten to be that formal before."