Well, there's this again. Yousuke knows where he is, like someone knows a re-occuring dream. The plush interior, velvet carpets, sumptuous furniture. It all feels familiar, despite the fact that anywhere else, he'd feel alienated by all this luxury. No, he's been here before. Long enough that he could be comfortable here...

It's all coming back to him. While it wasn't always pleasant, he smiles. It couldn't beat Inaba, but he was certainly never bored, and that's enough to keep him in a good mood-- most of the time. There were a whole bunch of people that he'd like to see, and there was one person in particular. If he still knew his way around, the kitchen would be this way.

...Hmm. No good? Maybe he wasn't here anymore. Although Souji did do more than just eat, he could usually count on him thinking with his stomach. Yousuke opens the fridge, just in case, then heads for the stairs. Maybe he's still in his room? Ah, shit, what was the number again? He's jittery, excited, and he puts his hands in his pockets to keep them calm as he searches.