[ to be honest, while he was looking for a place to himself, the idea of possibly living alone feels almost surreal. he's always been home by himself, a kid on each side, the house filled with the sound of the girl's giggling and running alongside the blare of the cartoons on tv. draken is likely the same, used to the noise and smell of lotion and perfume throughout the day.

part of him feels it would be far better. to keep the other two at his side, so he can make sure they stick around- the way the future had ought to be.

a glance to his side, and he can see the light squeeze of takemichi's hand- nervousness. if there's one thing that's important, it's that the two of them are privy to things the other two are not, and it makes it all the more important.

he reaches over, and casually gives the other a nudge. a smile, like the good-natured teasing they always do. 'i know'. ]

Eager to play the hero again, Takemitchy?

[ that's all he's ever been, after all. jumping in without a thought of the consequences, always putting everyone else before him. he says he doesn't have mikey's charisma, but one could definitely argue that. ]

I've got my stuff sorted already, so you just gotta give me the word. 100 Billion'll go a long way, after all- gotta afford that brand new sewing machine.