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Makoto Yuki from Persona 3 (Reload/otherwise) rp

Remembered by Aira/Noor (any/all) (rules/notes below cut <3)

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#airatalks #pinned post <3 #persona 3 rp #persona 3 reload rp #persona rp #makoto yuki

Various AJR Lyric Prompts @deathsreverie sent: “You won’t forget me, right?”

“Makoto-san. I am physically, or more accurately, mentally incapable of leaving your side. I wish to spend my time beside you. Protecting you. Living with you as best I can. I will never leave you, let alone forget about you. Do you believe I would…?”

deathsreverie

The answer did not quite come as a surprise but it still took him a moment to process it. To truly understand it. That was the least she deserved. Still, there was the crease of concern upon his face as he shook his head.

“No, I don’t, don’t worry. I just… you have the others too.”

I will be gone eventually and when that happens… will you be okay?

“I won’t forget you either, Aigis. I promise.”

#musicalreverie #threads || of memories & hope #p3 || a past you cannot return to

antishadowsuppressionunit

Seeing him smile made her own only grow. The patience consistently demonstrated by Makoto towards her was always encouraging, and the simple smile was more rewarding than any verbal congratulatory statement that could be given.

“I tend to find myself doing fine in mathematics, but things such as language tend to leave me ‘stumped’. I have been able to grasp certain phrases, but I tend to take other phrases too much at face value and not know what they mean. Like the phrase ‘all but forgotten’. The way it sounds, it would imply someone is fully forgotten, but it apperently only means that someone or something is nearly forgotten, not fully. I apologize for the small tangent, it’s something that has been on my mind. I imagine this inability to allow knowledge to be recalled is a product of combat data being prioritized by systems…? At least, that is the conclusion I can think of, I was thinking of asking Yamagishi-San to take a look.”

deathsreverie

It was nice, hearing her talk about her concerns and worries. Being friends, he guessed, was a reward on its own. He listened carefully to her words even as the world around them seemed to blur together. In some ways, Makoto could relate to the concerns of language. Probably not to the same extent as Aigis, though.

He hummed, clearing up his thoughts into something coherent.

“The ‘but’ in the phrase is used like ‘except’ normally is. Don’t know why, might just sound better.”

All except forgotten didn’t quite hit the same way. Or maybe that was just because of his overfamiliarity with the phrase.

“Good idea. What kinda results are you expecting?” And what kind did she want?

#musicalreverie #threads || a hazy walk home #p3 || a past you cannot return to

antishadowsuppressionunit

Aigis studied Makoto’s body language in his responses. Her time at the dorm has allowed her to learn how one can express themselves without the need to verbally communicate with another person. Though it takes her a little bit longer than a normal person would to fully understand what said body language is trying to communicate. After a few more seconds of processing his wordless response to her question, she answered what she interpreted as a nonverbal question from him.

“I have found my studies to be insightful, though hard to keep up with. I find myself retaining the information I learn, but unable to remember that knowledge during exams or even basic work. Is that something you also find yourself dealing with?”

deathsreverie

If it took Aigis longer to figure out his thoughts than he initially expected, Makoto doesn’t comment on it. Nor does he act any differently. It wasn’t like he was unused to others taking time to figure him out exactly, it was just—this was Aigis. By now, he, too, had grown quite accustomed to her ways. The time it took her to process things.

In fact, a smile made its way onto his face as she spoke, interpreting the silent question perfectly. He nodded.

“Sometimes, depends on the subject. Usually just means I need to go over it in a different way. What subjects are you struggling with?”

#musicalreverie #threads || a hazy walk home #p3 || a past you cannot return to

ofravensandmen

Ren shakes his head at Makoto’s gesture. Ren already thought Makoto was really cool but hearing him say that he thought Ren’s music taste was good made him, well, even cooler!

The kid dug into his pockets which had quite a few brightly coloured candy wrappers in them…maybe he has enough left over yen to pay for the record himself.

deathsreverie

Makoto put his hands back into his pockets when the kid shook his head. If he wasn’t interested in the other records, then who was he to change his mind? Instead, he scanned the records and took one out for himself. Last time he was here, this one had apparently sold out. Lucky, then, that he could have it this time.

He glanced over at the kid. Ah, wouldn’t it be bad to make the kid pay for it? His parents might be confused by whatever he’d spent his money on. Or maybe they wouldn’t care.

“Have enough? I can pay if not.”

#musicalreverie #p3 || a past you cannot return to #threads || to be responsibleish #// will trim later !! on mobile right now

soulprompts

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]: having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]: the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]: sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]: sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]: sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]: while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]: sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]: the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]: the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]: the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]: sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]: just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]: the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]: when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]: the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]: unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]: the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]: the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]: when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]: before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]: after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]: after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]: the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]: after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]: just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]: having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]: having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]: knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

#airatalks #memes || hazy memories

ofravensandmen

Ren beams at Makoto at the head pat, then his eyes scanned the shelves, some of which felt huge almost as if they were taller than himself. A red record with fancy black English writing on the top shelf catches his eye. Isn’t that the same one that his mom always plays?

“That one.” He points up excitedly at the record. “Mama plays that one all the time!”

deathsreverie

Makoto smiled as he took it out. His English wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst either. The majority of his understanding of the language came from music and so…

“Hm, it’s a good song,” he passed the record to the kid. At least his mother wasn’t raising him on bad music… not that it was enough of a development to make up for whatever he’d figured out of this family. Makoto gestured to the rest of the collection. Did the kid want anything else?

#musicalreverie #p3 || a past you cannot return to #threads || to be responsibleish #// sorry for the lateness!! motivation’s been all over the place recently haha…#// i’ll trim once i’m off mobile

ofravensandmen

The kid nodded with a cheerful grin on his face. He was never really given the stranger danger talk from his parents, not that they really gave him many talks anyway, but he did hear it from one of his teachers! This guy didn’t really seem like a big scary stranger though. Strangers weren’t nice after all! Oh, Ren had an idea! Strangers are people you don’t know, right? Easily, he can make the cool guy someone he does know but simply knowing his name.

“My name is Amamiya Ren!” He joyously introduced himself, it was only polite to tell people your name first…he thinks… “What’s your name?”

deathsreverie

Hm, alright, so. Clearly he wasn’t very… cautious. Might just be because he was a kid, though. Makoto nodded, leading the kid to the jazz section.

“Yuki Makoto.” He gave the kid a head pat by way of saying ‘nice to meet you’. Just easier than saying the words themselves.

Once they reached the jazz section, Makoto looked at the collection. Hm… what sorta songs did the kid know? “See anything you recognise?”

#musicalreverie #threads || to be responsibleish #// will trim later!

ofravensandmen

Wow! Gekkoukan was that school that Ren always passed by on his way to elementary school. He’s always thought it looked like those schools all the teenage heroes in his cartoons went to! And this guy also likes music and wears nice headphones…He seems really cool!

“Gekkoukan looks really cool…and big! Do you get lost? Are the teachers nice?” The kid asked excitedly before remembering Makoto asked him a question as well, and he should probably answer it.

“Hmm, Mama really likes jazz music so I really like jazz music!”

deathsreverie

Oh, a curious kid. Kinda like Ken, the start of a smile painted itself on his face. “It’s alright, after a week, walking around is really easy.” The only exceptions to that rule were when the world grew blurrier and blurrier. He doubted the kid would have that issue, though. Most people didn’t.

“The teachers are…” he thought about his many, many teachers, “interesting.” Maybe the nicest way to put it or the best way he could think of. Nodding, he looked inside, hm, the jazz section was… “Okay, let’s go get you some jazz music, then.” He pointed to where it was, waiting for the kid’s response.

Who knows, maybe he had the awareness not to follow a stranger even if only to the jazz section.

ofravensandmen

The boy nodded. “They’re at work, and they’ve been at work all day.” He huffed crossing his arms . “My house’s door was locked and I don’t have the key…Mama told me ‘you’re a big boy now Ren, you can look after yourself’, So I came here to look at the music store!” Ren explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world. His eyes widened when he took a look at Makoto.

“Woah no way! Are you a high school student, mister?”

deathsreverie

While Makoto’s memories of his parents, his family, weren’t always great, this seemed a bit much even if the kid’s parents had a lot to do. What can he even do at this age? Stare at the windows? “… I see,” he did not see, “good choice. The music store’s one of my favourites.” To prove his point, he tapped his headphones.

He nodded at the kid’s question. “I am, I go to Gekkoukan. What kinda music were you looking to get?” Maybe the kid could at least get a record out of… all this. And maybe it would be long enough for his parents to return home and unlock the door for the kid.

#musicalreverie #threads || to be responsibleish #p3 || a past you cannot return to

Taking a quick trip to the mall was a par for the course for Makoto. Usually it was for the pharmacy and its healing items or, on occasion, he’d go with a friend to Power Records. His typical music selection was fine on its own but a hangout was much easier to remember with an associated tune.

Today, he was here to improve his Courage, or so he thought. Is that a kid…? He blinked, glancing around for any who could possibly be the kid’s guardian. Huh, a bit irresponsible but it wasn’t really his place to judge.

“Do you have the yen for tickets?” he wondered aloud. Someone had to supervise him for a bit, probably. “Are your guardians busy?”

ᖳ @ofravensandmen ᖰ

#musicalreverie #threads || to be responsibleish #p3 || a past you cannot return to

absolmemes

☾ cute action prompts.

for the frivolities in life. add +reverse to reverse the roles.

✧ sender paints receiver's nails. ✧ sender lets receiver choose their nail color. ✧ sender accidentally smudges receiver's fresh polish. ✧ sender dyes receiver's hair at home. ✧ sender styles receiver's hair for fun. ✧ sender lets receiver experiment on their hair. ✧ sender does receiver's makeup. ✧ sender swatches makeup on receiver's arm. ✧ sender practices eyeliner on receiver. ✧ sender gives receiver a makeover. ✧ sender and receiver scrapbook together. ✧ sender and receiver go thrifting together. ✧ sender holds up clothes against receiver to see how they'd look. ✧ sender customizes a garment for receiver. ✧ sender helps receiver alter an outfit. ✧ sender and receiver stay up late finishing a DIY together. ✧ sender and receiver go shopping together. ✧ sender buys matching accessories for them and receiver. ✧ sender insists on visiting the arcade with receiver. ✧ sender wins a stuffed animal for receiver. ✧ sender gives receiver a prize they won. ✧ sender and receiver bake together. ✧ sender feeds receiver a taste from the spoon. ✧ sender makes friendship bracelets with receiver. ✧ sender picks out beads that remind them of receiver. ✧ sender and receiver make matching bracelets. ✧ sender and receiver take turns painting each other. ✧ sender helps receiver pick new perfume/cologne. ✧ sender has a sleepover with receiver. ✧ sender watches fireworks with receiver. ✧ sender has a movie night with receiver. ✧ sender and receiver sit on the roof together, watching the sunset. ✧ sender tie-dyes a garment with receiver. ✧ sender and receiver have a bonfire. ✧ sender goes to an amusement park with receiver. ✧ sender holds receiver's hand on a rollercoaster. ✧ sender has a picnic with receiver. ✧ sender and receiver build a pillow fort together. ✧ sender and receiver ride a ferris wheel together. ✧ sender forces receiver to take a self-care day. ✧ sender and receiver go bowling together.

#airatalks #memes || hazy memories

antishadowsuppressionunit

A smile finds its way onto Aigis’ face, nodding at the confirmation of their plans for the night. She has taken an interest in botany since she had first taken care of the plants with Makoto, and that interest has grown into a genuine desire to perfect the harvests.

“I find plants rather interesting. They are alive, but not in the same way you are, Makoto-san. Though, I suppose that is fairly obvious. Despite being technically living things, the flora has no soul, no feelings.”

She felt like she was talking in circles, but she had trouble articulating her thoughts on plant life, and how they aren’t truly alive, despite living.

deathsreverie

Though his gaze drifted away from Aigis and towards the path ahead, his focus remained on her. Makoto couldn’t say he thought much of plants, probably nowhere near as much as Aigis did. Still, he could hear it. The love in her voice for them.

He nodded. “They are alive in a different way from us.”

Maybe, in some ways, they were just as alive as he or Aigis.

antishadowsuppressionunit

“That is the conclusion I have come to as well. Is that not fascinating? That another living lifeform can be alive in a way completely different to how you are?”

Whether she was expressing her thoughts to Makoto, or to herself, wasn’t clear to her. Aigis held her book bag in front of her, smiling a bit sheepishly at her blue-haired companion.

”Apologies, I am likely boring you with botany and introspection. How have you been, Makoto-san? Have your studies been satisfactory in their results?”

She tilts her head in curiosity as she shifts the conversation from her thoughts to how the leader was operating as of now. A lot has happened, after all, asking him how he’s holding up is the least she can do.

deathsreverie

The stairs up to the roof were long and monotonous. Typically, Makoto found himself drifting from reality to dreams whenever he walked up them. That started happening more often these days. Still, he tried to focus on her words, if only because of her joy. The words blurred together, only the emotions slipping into his mind.

He nodded as she finished speaking for a moment. An echo of fondness in his eyes. Maybe to reassure the other, or maybe to keep hearing that love for life.

His gaze returned ahead when she apologised, shaking his head lightly. Academics… He shrugged. They were going pretty well, a few more study sessions and he might just ace the exams later on. He glanced back at her, tilting his head towards her as if to ask her the same.

Give and take, that was what friendship was. She had given him care so he would give it in return.

#musicalreverie #threads || a hazy walk home #p3 || a past you cannot return to

antishadowsuppressionunit

A smile finds its way onto Aigis’ face, nodding at the confirmation of their plans for the night. She has taken an interest in botany since she had first taken care of the plants with Makoto, and that interest has grown into a genuine desire to perfect the harvests.

“I find plants rather interesting. They are alive, but not in the same way you are, Makoto-san. Though, I suppose that is fairly obvious. Despite being technically living things, the flora has no soul, no feelings.”

She felt like she was talking in circles, but she had trouble articulating her thoughts on plant life, and how they aren’t truly alive, despite living.

deathsreverie

Though his gaze drifted away from Aigis and towards the path ahead, his focus remained on her. Makoto couldn’t say he thought much of plants, probably nowhere near as much as Aigis did. Still, he could hear it. The love in her voice for them.

He nodded. “They are alive in a different way from us.”

Maybe, in some ways, they were just as alive as he or Aigis.

#musicalreverie #threads || a hazy walk home #p3 || a past you cannot return to

antishadowsuppressionunit

Aigis was never good at starting conversation. Many things have been changed and improved about her, yet she still struggles to find a way to strike up small talk.

“I was reminiscing on the walk we took to the shrine with Koro-chan. It was an enjoyable experience.”

It wasn’t much, but at least the silence was broken. A small pause from the weapon before she continued.

“I wanted to inquire if you would like to tend to the vegetation on the roof, if have the time. I believe they should be ready for harvest. Unless you already have plans for the day, in which case, botany can come second in priority.”

deathsreverie

The haziness of his gaze shifted to a clear visage, to a friend he could know. It always started out like this, the silence broken by Aigis’ thoughts. An act just as warm as the silence it sought to replace. The corners of his lips turned slightly upwards as she spoke.

Very little turned bad when done with Koromaru. Makoto could understand her enthusiasm in that regard. He nodded along, knowing that would be enough.

The rooftop… she likes that place, doesn’t she?

“Sure, let’s go.”

#musicalreverie #threads || a hazy walk home #p3 || a past you cannot return to

School had just finished, maybe a few minutes ago? Something like that. Today, Makoto was walking home with Aigis. After this, they could go to Tartarus. After all, he needed to test out the new weapon he got yesterday. Oh, but that should wait.

As usual, their walk home started off quiet. Maybe because of Makoto, or maybe Aigis didn’t yet have something to say. Either way, it was comfortable, like a warm blanket during the colder nights. Maybe that was why he was never in a rush to speak up.

Yeah, right. Pretending was always so much easier with others.

The next train would be in… oh, five minutes. Hands in his pockets, he looked ahead though his gaze didn’t process the station. Not really. Hazy, that would be how he’d describe it to someone else. Not that they’d ask. Five minutes. Why did afternoons prefer to be so lazy? Time quickening or slowing down depending on its mood.

ᖳ @antishadowsuppressionunit ᖰ

#musicalreverie #threads || a hazy walk home #p3 || a past you cannot return to

hollowprompts

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

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