Welcome to the Velvet Room

[nyxavatarmakoto]

 The last Makoto had remembered he had been on the outskirts of Tatsumi Port Island, hanging around the punks trying to take his mind off the thought of being the reason that anyone he cared about was going to get hurt. Perhaps it was better to live like those on the outskirts of the train station without a care in the world what tomorrow held or if one would live to see it. 

He also distinctly remembers a blue butterfly. Chasing it further into town, not really noticing the other strange things around him. The memories of where it lead were fuzzy but it had to explain the blinding blue room that he now found himself in, surrounded by people that he doesn't recognize. 

Adjusting the Gekkoukan blazer sitting uncomfortably on his blue hoodie, all he wants to do is sink deep enough into the fabric of the hoodie that the only thing anyone might be able to see is the dark circles under his gray eyes. He wants to go home, assuming he even really understands where that is anymore. 
 

This is not my Velvet Room

[shujinacademyprince]

The last few days after changing Futaba's heart had been. Terrible. And that was putting things mildly. It would seem that Goro Akechi's haunted past would follow him wherever he went, whether or not Morgana was with him to guide his hand.

Not to mention his relationship with Akira was becoming more of a situationship than it had before. It was easier to straight up hate him, and any other feelings were...unnecessary.

He rests on the couch in the living room intent on having the first decent night of sleep he had in his life. He wakes up somewhere in a room that's the shade of the Velvet prison that he knew but it seemed...different. And there was no Morgana to guide him in a space that was not reality as Goro knows it or the Metaverse.

Great....