Listen closely and you should be able to hear

[The communicator is turned on with an audible click, and the following snippet of conversation can be heard taking place between Haruka and Kantarou.]

Why wouldn't you let me to take you there?

They would just be needlessly concerned.

This is mostly my fault...

Don't be silly, I should have actually spoken with Subaru-kun first and learned more.

...Does it hurt? That scar...

...I'm fine...

I'll go get some bandages.

...Thank you.

Try to rest in the meantime.

Don't worry, I'll be fine in no time~

Hm. [A door closes with a soft creak, and then Haruka can be heard leaning back on a part of the wall nearby with a light thump before slowly sliding down.] Tired...

[A few fingers brush up against the comm as he takes it out of his pocket.] Che. That was hardly satisfying.

[Click.]

[[ooc Seishirou and Kantarou had a spiritual battle in the graveyard. Haruka and Ice also fought with them. The end was a draw--all parties injured. Haruka carried Kantarou back to their room in the high school, though tired and injured himself. He's currently resting against the wall outside of the room Kantarou is staying in for what he hopes will be just a few minutes. Also, from the conversation above: Italics = Kantarou.]]

Celebrating the new year in this city... what an unusual feeling. It feels like there is so much that has fallen out of place from being away from our own world like this.

Old habits, and traditions. ...Hm. My kimono was left behind, wasn't it.

It doesn't even feel like that much time has passed, and I'm still not used to the cold here either.

Though it looks like I have some seeds to plant now... I don't think that I will. I have no reason to trust something that arrived so suspiciously. Better to give them to Kantarou to do with them as he likes.

[...]

Why is that plant still here anyway? It's gotten hard to work like this...

[[ooc If anyone has gone to the bar recently, Haruka has a small white bandage on his right cheek. It's from getting sucker punched by Kantarou in a recent spat. If asked about it, he will say that he tripped and fell. (It's actually not that bad. He's just embarrassed by it.) Italics are spoken Japanese.]]

[The transmission is silent, apart from the occasional soft sound of squeaking from bar glasses being polished by a rag and a thump as they are set on the nearby counter.]

...

[Haruka exhales a quiet sigh, setting the next glass down and propping his head up on the counter with his hands.]

It's quiet.

[Text]

I'm finally back to normal again, and now everyone is all gone. I'd probably be more appreciative if it wasn't so boring around here. Or cold.

You'd better be enjoying your vacation, Shinjiro. I have a feeling that they will all be coming back as soon as you do.

( Private to Testament; Hackable )

It's irritating. I don't care much for the missing two days...

Apart from what I can't remember, nothing about me or this city has changed.

I'd like to think that Sorata's theory holds some weight in this, because I don't want to believe that I've only ended up losing more of the memories that I had in this city. If that was part of some kind of joke, then I'm not laughing.

[He gives a grunt off-radio, and then the communicator is switched to the default audio mode. He speaks in Japanese.]

I'm going out for awhile.

[There is a jingle from his shakujou, and then the sound of footsteps across the floor until they eventually fade out and the transmission times out.]

Those monsters before... what happened to them? Their numbers overcame the others before, but a few days ago it suddenly dwindled like that. It makes me wonder where they were even coming from in the first place.

Still, it seems like this city has enough problems without their help. It reeks with the stench of death here...

Pointless murder. You can fight and hate each other, but even if it ends in blood, someone will always end up come back for more. That's how screwed up this place is. The dead come back in a day. There's no other reason for it, because this city has no real power, nothing worth stealing and barely any direction. We're brought here, and we adapt in it to survive. That's the way it is for any world. The only difference is that here the rules don't even exist at all.

[He takes a deep breath, and then takes a slow sip from his chawan. There is a pause.]

...

This tea is weak. Weaker than the kind we used to have back home.

Where is he, anyway? I'm getting tired of being made to sit around like this. All over a few scratches...

So... just like people are brought to this world, they can also be taken away... How is this possible? If it is so simple, then why are we made to be brought here at all?

I'm getting tired of finding more questions than answers in this place.

...

Kantarou, you said that there are not any youkai in this city. Are you certain...?
Lately, I'm starting to have my doubts. Unless they can be brought into the city from the outside.

Komachi, I hope that you've been able to find a safe place. Find Hayashida-san if you haven't already, since you two seem to be from the same world. He seems reliable enough.

Shinjiro, I'll be leaving soon. There's something that I have to take care of first.

( Private to Dr. Weaver; Hackable )

Ugh... Stupid idiot...

How did I ever let you convince me that coming to the bar with you was a good idea, Kantarou?

Shinjiro, try to make sure no one makes too much noise for awhile.

... I'm sorry that some of the mixed drinks were straighter than some of the others might have hoped. I didn't ask for this job.