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There's a pop, then a splash as a masked brunette fell on his hands and knees in the fountain. A muffled curse could be heard from behind the half-mask before he looked up, reaching up to carefully brush dripping hair from his face before he looked back to make sure he still had his gloves in their best shape.

"... good job. I think I took a wrong turn somewhere."

[ooc: Here's Ken back in the City. His memories are very much subdued and can and will be pulled back to the surface if jogged in the right way.]

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I'll be sure to remember that. Thanks.

[He watches him as he moves to go, the smile fading a little.]

Thanks. For coming to pick me up.

It's nothing. [Quietly, then he gives him his apartment number.]

If you need anything. And in the square -- you're the sole operator of Koneko, now. I kept her in shape for you.

It's here? Really?

[He almost seems eager after hearing about it. A little slice of home.]

Not too different from home, then.

We had a while to settle in.

[He extends a hand to Bandit, and she comes and sniffs, but then trots back over to Ken. Abruptly, he pulls back.]

Good luck.

[Without thinking, he reaches down to stroke her ears, watching him.]

Thanks. I really need to find a way out, though. I have things to do back there.

"Time freezes while you're here," Mamoru murmured, looking askance at him. "Aya won't even notice when you get back. It goes differently here, too... You left less than a week ago, and you come back a year older."

"Eh, he's not so bad now," he chuckled, looking a little smug even though the smile faded a little when he heard the difference in time for him.

"... this place is weird."

"It is," Mamoru murmured. "The curses, too. Did Fuu tell you about them?"

"Curses? Don't think she did."

[Mamoru sighs, taking Ken's communicator from him and typing adeptly on the keyboard. A few minutes later, he's pulled up a guide.]

Here. Homework.

"Gee, thanks. Just what I always wanted," Ken muttered as he took the device, scanning over it.

I know.

[Have an unrepentant Mamoru. Then, uncertainly]

I'll come by in the morning to show you the shop. I work for the police force here.

He didn't bother to hide the almost playful roll of his eyes, but the suggestion made him smile as he leaned back to lounge on the couch.

"You don't own it?"

Just one department.

Ken grinned and let his eyes close.

"Not a shock, there. Need any help with it?"

"The police force always needs help. You'll learn that once you've been here a week."

"I'd be willing to help, if you like. It's not like I don't have experience."

Mamoru watched him for a moment.

"I run tech. Talk to Harry Dresden, he's got investigations."

"I might just do that. Still wanna see the Koneko, too."

He looked back at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"I have to go," Mamoru said finally, taking another step toward the door. He was off balance, and it was showing.

"I'll forward you some logs of your past activity here. Maybe it will jog something."

"Sure thing. Thanks again, Mamoru. Or do I need to call you Takatori-san?"

There was no sarcasm in his voice. Just a simple question.

"Mamoru's fine." He closes his eyes for a minute. He might stand on ceremony with Aya, but not with Ken. He just can't keep it up.

Ken leaned back up, watching him carefully.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Fine. I'll get out of here so I can send you those logs." And breathe. Breathing would be good.

Ken was still watching him, gaze lingering.

"Okay. Hey... thanks again."

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