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[Open Action for Freya house/ Filtered Text] A little sadstuck....

[After discovering and confirming that his dad was in fact gone, John spent most of the day downstairs watching movies on the big screen tv in Freya house. Although astute observers may notice that he's zoning out a lot and not really paying attention to what's on the screen.

This is the second time his dad had left him without either of them getting a chance to say goodbye. And... he knows he should consider himself lucky to have gotten the chance to see his dad again. But somehow it doesn't help. And where exactly had he gone anyway? Back in their universe he's already...

And it hurts to think of how much time he had wasted. How much more time they could have spent together. Both back home and here in Asgard. He'd never even gotten the chance to tell him all the stuff that had happened in the game. Or to ask what he had done and seen.

It's somewhere between 2 and 3 in the morning when John realizes that his current chosen distraction isn't doing it's job. And he really doesn't feel like sleeping yet. So he's sending a quick text. Who knows, maybe one of his friends is still up.]

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hey, is anyone still awake?
i need someone to talk to.

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[He looks up from staring blankly at the screen to see who came in.]

Oh.... hi, Yukari....

... [Wow, that's unusual. Concerned expression!]

... Are you okay?

[He hesitates for a second before answering.]

Y- yeah.... I'm fine.

Just.... had a really bad day.

...I'm sorry.

Do you wanna talk about it at all?

I....

[He waffles for a second, unsure, then sighs heavily.]

My Dad is gone..... I just found out earlier today....

Oh, John-kun--I'm so sorry...

[She comes over and sits next to him.]

That... [She pauses.] I know that must be awful.

[His gaze drops to the floor, and one hand clenches the fabric of his pants. There is a long pause, as if he's struggling with the right words, and then it all comes spilling out.]

I just feel so stupid. I had a chance to see him again! How many people get that?

[He's trying hard to keep his tone even, but his breath hitches ever so slightly.]

But all I did was enjoy it. Take it for granted. I should have known better! There are so many important things I should have said to him....

I just.... didn't want to believe that I'd lose him again. I'm such an idiot.

[He pulls his knees up to his chest, and rests his head on them.]

[She impulsively goes to put an arm around him.]

No... No, you're not. I--

I-If I saw my dad again, I don't really know what I'd do or say either. If he's there -- if they took him back, it's not your fault. But they can't take away the love you had or the love that he had... That's all we can be guaranteed here, but... It's also all you can be guaranteed anywhere, so it's okay.

If you enjoyed it... That's really a blessing itself, isn't it? Getting to have that again. That's all I'd wanna ask for.

[Equally impulsively, he leans into that arm, instinctively seeking comfort. He'll steadfastly deny the tears gathering in his eyes though. He draws a slightly shaky breath.]

Yeah...

[His father always did so much for him, cared so much about him, and to the last he made sure that John knew how much he was loved. He'd say something to that effect, but he can't seem to find the words. And there's no way his voice would come out steady. He nods though, and reaches up wipe his eyes with his sleeve.]

[Well, she'll make sure she makes that a tight hug, because she's way familiar with losing people, and her dad in particular of course, and had often contemplated seeing him again, yet she hadn't contemplated how bad the sequel, the second disappearance, might end up being.]

... It's okay to be sad, or to cry, or whatever you have to, John-kun. It feels stupid, but sometimes it's the only way to deal with stuff... And then it'll be okay.

[He hugs her back, just as tight. After a minute, he manages to collect himself again and slowly pulls away.]

Thanks, Yukari.

[He wipes away the last of his tears, and manages a small smile.]

Sorry I dumped all this emotional crap on you in the middle of the night.

[He's really grateful he had someone there to listen to him.]

[Keep it light, do something Minato would do...]

Haha... Don't worry, as a teenage girl, I'm an expert at dealing with all kinds of things in the middle of the night. Emotional crap, snack runs...

But, seriously... Listen, if you ever want to talk about anything, just come find me, okay?

Hehe, I'll remember that.

And... if you ever need anyone to talk to.... I mean, I'm not really an expert at much besides playing pranks and movie trivia, but if there is ever anything I can do to help, feel free to ask.

[She nods.]

Thanks, John. [And then she pauses.] I'm sure I'll need to prank someone sometime, anyway, so I'll hold you to that.

If you ever do, I am definitely your guy! You are looking at a pranking master.

[Or so he thinks....]

Really? So, what're some master pranks you've done before?

[Changing the topic!]

Hehe, well my dad and I had sort of a contest going. To see who could out prank the other. So between the two of us there were pretty much always whoopie cushions in chairs, hand buzzers hidden in things, and pies flying around. He was pretty good at the pie thing.

[Yeah they were extremely old school.]

I once actually got a friend of mine with the bucket trick.

... You guys really went for the 1950s prank aesthetic, huh?

What's the bucket trick?

It's sort of a long time family tradition. We've been pranksters for generations.

You know, the one where you prop a bucket up on the top of a slightly opened door? When someone opens it, the bucket falls on their head. There are also variations where you put something in the bucket like water or glitter.

... Oh. Who fell for that one?

My friend Rose. It was pretty funny.

Haha... Is she someone I might've met here?

Maybe. She's in Odin house. You might have seen her posts on the network. She's the one who types in lavender.

And the one who's always trying to psychoanalyze everyone.

Oh.

... Well, some of us might seem to be pretty easy to psychoanalyze, I guess.

[Another pause.]

Wait, the one who's always partying?

No, you're probably thinking of Roxy. She types in pink.

But I can understand how you'd get them confused. They do look a lot alike.

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