[h2][color=fff79a]Iwao - Central District[/color][/h2]

[h3][color=fff79a]2:30PM[/color][/h3]

Ah, the trials of love...

Not terribly familiar a subject, unfortunately. For one reason or another, the mystical high school sweetheart and mythical high school romance had always eluded the nineteen year old, a trend that university life seemed poised to continue without worry. To him as a guy? Not the biggest deal in the world, really. Sure, every subsequent Valentine's Day got a little lonelier, but much like its infamous chocolates, the more bitter pill to swallow was better for him than the idea of something sweet.

So saying, he'd fuck a relationship up anyway. He'd fucked up a lot already without touching the treacherous grounds of [i]~romance~[/i].

As such, to him as a comrade of poor lonesome Sayuri, it was a bit of an [i]issue[/i]. He could get by coasting on his own, but when it came to quelling this strange, uneasy sense of needing to offer some kinda advice to a fellow housemate...

[color=fff79a][i]I don't wanna fuck [b]this[/b] up for her.[/i][/color]

He made a show of nodding along as she explained her disgruntled state, lazily taking another sip of the pilfered beer while his mind raced for a good response. Yes, things did get more lonely when you were alone. That was how it worked, usually. You'd have gone back to bed if he hadn't shown up? Hmm, it was a bit muggy for that, he'd personally suffocate under the sheets.

...None of [i]this[/i] dreck would do any good.

He shoved the peanut gallery away from the thinking parts of his brain before things got out of hand. He had to choose his message carefully, approach it from his perspective... as a guy, he guessed. Best he could really do.

[color=fff79a]"Yeah,"[/color] he finally replied, miserably failing to help. [color=fff79a]"Hiro's a cool dude."[/color]

He frowned. He had to be able to do better than that. [i]Something[/i]. Not even he was satisfied with that, the hell?

She said she was [i]lonely[/i]. In a house full of people, they could fix that. Loneliness was easy, right? 

[color=fff79a]"I don't know much about what he does exactly, but so long as you guys are being open with eachother about it, sometimes work just can't be helped. Right? If that's the case then... Well, you've got us. Unless I missed something, everyone who lives here'd at least be down to hang out."[/color]

Well, hey, hold on: Romantic problem. Don't forget. Girlfriend and Boyfriend. Don't go stepping on toes.

[color=fff79a]"I mean, maybe us guys gotta respect [i]certain[/i] boundaries, but shooting the breeze like this still works out better than solitude, doesn't it?"[/color]

Urgh. This was starting to make his head hurt. Why were people complicated, man? Couldn't whatever creational force, be they divine or genetic, have taken mercy on everybody and made some of this talking crap a little more straightforward?

[color=fff79a]"I dunno. I'm a bit of a dumbass, Sayuri, but at the very least I think you can count on everyone living here."[/color]

Clear enough. Maybe.

[@Ambra]
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[color=fff79a][h3]4:30PM[/h3][/color]

[i]Who is Captain Belo?[/i]

More importantly, who [i]isn't[/i] Captain Belo?

A piece of him was in the heart of every Man in Tenoroshi, and two of them were in every Woman. Iwao had heard that he'd once defeated Semy Schilt, the seven-foot Swede, in an underground K-1 tournament by Head Kick. There were supposedly a bevy of hospitals being constructed in the dense brush of the Congo with his name upon them and repurposed drug money funding them.

He was worthy of these photos and strings, but only because he left his life to the imaginations of his fellow man, urging them to reach for the stars and believe that man [i]could[/i], so long as he [i]tried[/i].

The once-pugilist leaned back, eyes scanning Aya's board with some measure of awe. Girl'd gone digging and then some.

[i][color=fff79a]So where's the legend [b]start[/b], then?[/color][/i]

[@OwO]