"I will execute you!"

RP sideblog for Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3 (And Persona 4 Arena). OC/Multimuse friendly. Follows will come from maid-to-suffer 

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Movie Night

[orphemiss]

Kotone nodded and took the DVD out of the case so Mitsuru could still look it over. It was a movie called Dead Silence. Something about a dead ventriloquist woman who hates people or something. Creepy dolls and what not. She popped it in and grabbed a remote to get it started.

Kotone saw Mitsuru coming closer. Seemed like she had the right idea. She came close, close enough that they were lightly touching. Was there plenty of room? Yes. But the best spot was right there next to Mitsuru. “This is a horror movie, so if you feel scared you can hold onto me.” She was teasing Mitsuru. As if she’d be scared after what she seen in the Dark Hour. Heck, she wouldn’t be scared… right?

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“I’ll keep it in mind, but you don’t need to worry.” She leaned closer to her, still. These kind of movies did have an effect on her, after all. Mitsuru, even with all her years of experience and all, didn’t have the heart for this.

There was something that the Dark Hour didn’t have, that movies like these seemed to nail correctly: Music. For some reason, feeling the piano or violin creeping up on the soundtrack, it made Mitsuru tense up as the moment came closer and closer.

And when the jump finally happened, Mitsuru released all that tension with a jump, as she stared at the screen for a moment, her hands placed against her thighs. “S-sorry...” And she placed her arm around Kotone, bringing her a bit closer.

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thedetectiveofinaba‌:

The first timing suited her better, huh…? She wasn’t kidding around with the dinner idea then, and Naoto wasn’t complaining at all. Getting to know her senpai had been in her mind after she had improved in socializing and realized it had advantages in the battlefield and student council she attended as well. She nodded with a small smile on her face and then noticed the implication of them needing to use the motorcycle. It was also an unexpected thing, but nothing what Naoto was against. More like the opposite since she had been interested in how Mitsuru had a side of owning a motorcycle.

“It’s a deal, Kirijo-senpai. Tonight at the place you chose, I’m fine with using the motorcycle.  At what time shall we leave?” She sounded now calm and content on all this. ‘Iori-san will be probably jealous at me for this and ask how on Earth this was possible for me.’

A nod was offered back to Naoto as a reply to her question. With her arms crossed, she turned to look at the keys lying against the wall, as if they would offer back some sort of reply to Mitsuru. She thought about what she had to do right now, especially now that she considered a dinner with Naoto. It must’ve taken her about two seconds to turn back to the other ith a smile.

“It’s settled, then... As for the time, I leave that to you. Anything after two hours is alright with me, and... I know you don’t have parents to report back to, but I’ll get you back here before midnight... Does that sound good?” She didn’t completely expect Naoto to reply positively, but she did expect to sound convincing enough.

“And don’t worry about dressing up too formally... It’s, in general, a very casual place. Free of noise, if that’s suiting.”

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Movie Night

[orphemiss]

While Mitsuru insisted on setting things up, Kotone had made sure she decided on movies. She had picked a few like what she saw with Mitsuru at the Film Festival, but she also mixed in new ones and her favorites. All rented from the Mall! She had one, an interesting horror movie for when it got darker. It just felt right to include it. As well as paper towels and a bag for trash. She knew Mitsuru preferred a well kept room.

Come the time, Kotone was dressed in casual jeans shorts and a shirt with ‘LOVE GUN’ on the chest. It was froman idol group’s merch, but it had such nice shades of orange in it. Plus their songs were catchy. She saw Mitsuru looking at her phone intensely and raised an eyebrow. She was that worried, huh?

“Relax Mitsuru. You aren’t super cool Student Council President and heiress Mitsuru Kirijo right now. You are just a girl who is going to be enjoying herself watching movies with me!” She held up the DVDs, the cases held up like a fan. “We have tons of choices. Some of your favs, some of mine, a mix, a bucnch really. I know the guy who works there and he helped me pick and gave me a great deal!”

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Her attention was brought to something relatively more important, as she noticed she probably had been ignoring her for the past five minutes. She could afford a small smile.

“I know, don’t worry...” She probably didn’t know why she was looking at her phone. Would she be angrier if she told her this was for their small date? Regardless, Mitsuru picked a movie at random. It seemed to be the horror movie one, as she turned it around to look at it... “Shall we start with this one, then?”

She gestured towards her couch, which she moved in front of her TV for their better enjoyment. Surprisingly, given the size of her furniture, it didn’t feel cramped at all, and Mitsuru moved to the side for Kotone to sit next to her, as close or as far away as she wanted.

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Movie Night

A surprise starter for @orphemiss

As of late, both Mitsuru and Kotone were trying to fit their own schedules into each other, so things like these weren’t exactly common. With how much she dedicated herself to her own studies, and Mitsuru worried about many more things, it was clear that they needed a time of reprise.

Which is why Mitsuru opted for a movie night. The day after was going to be Sunday, and as long as she woke up before 12 PM, she’d have time to take care of all that school required of her. Kotone herself had the day free, so it was a perfect opportunity for both of them.

Due to the informality of the event, this time, Mitsuru was wearing a long shirt and some shorts. Kotone didn’t need to stay at her room, but of course, she made sure that she could... even if their dorm rooms were literally steps away. She spent most of her Saturday cleaning her room and getting some supplies, like popcorn and the like, to suit their needs to feel at a movie theather, without feeling like they weren’t at home... Also, she had ordered some dip and chips for the rest of the night, which hadn’t made it just yet to the dorms, and she was practically glued to her phone for the time it arrived. She’d probably call Akihiko to take it, once it arrives...

She might’ve thought too much about this.

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Reprieve. (Closed w/@empress-bufudyne)

It was an off-day for the world-class chef. After a meeting the other night with the daughter of a powerful individual, Erina had since acquired their phone number after asking them with great difficulty, mainly on her end. Now, she stands outside her establishment, waiting to meet with them once again.

While standing there, tapping her fingers against her arms, the blonde watched the cars roll by past the street, waiting an unfathomable amount of time.

The blonde's patience was about to break before she saw a head of red-hair appear in her vision. "Good afternoon, Kirijo-san." Erina greets, stern expression plastered on her face like usual.

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Erina scowled a bit as Mitsuru forgot the specifications that Erina had mentioned. Like a kid being denied their favorite toy, however, it didn't last long.

Her tune was swift to shift, swallowed suddenly by a sea of joy. "Is that so?" Erina may not have the same power of the country as Kirijo had. It would appear that their levels were different, the differentiation becoming apparent as she holds Mitsuru's world over her head. "A similarity we share. How odd," Erina taps her the ball of her foot against the ground, closing her eyes and tilting her head. The girl leans against the wall of the shop, simply waiting.

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mysticallities‌:

Erina scowled a bit as Mitsuru forgot the specifications that Erina had mentioned. Like a kid being denied their favorite toy, however, it didn’t last long.

Her tune was swift to shift, swallowed suddenly by a sea of joy. “Is that so?” Erina may not have the same power of the country as Kirijo had. It would appear that their levels were different, the differentiation becoming apparent as she holds Mitsuru’s world over her head. “A similarity we share. How odd,” Erina taps her the ball of her foot against the ground, closing her eyes and tilting her head. The girl leans against the wall of the shop, simply waiting.

And of course, Mitsuru herself didn’t notice the shift in her feelings, as it lasted so little, by the time she turned to Erina, she was feeling joyful once more. On her side, Mitsuru just stays standing up, waiting for both of their drinks.

“We’re different on very different levels,” she says. Not leaving the other room for speculation, she continues. “What I mean is... while I may have power and wealth, you have taste and ability. Two things I don’t dare to measure myself on, because the difference would be absurd.” She crosses her arms, noticing that there were some free tables for them to wait... Yet she wouldn’t take them, if Erina didn’t.

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Reprieve. (Closed w/@empress-bufudyne)

It was an off-day for the world-class chef. After a meeting the other night with the daughter of a powerful individual, Erina had since acquired their phone number after asking them with great difficulty, mainly on her end. Now, she stands outside her establishment, waiting to meet with them once again.

While standing there, tapping her fingers against her arms, the blonde watched the cars roll by past the street, waiting an unfathomable amount of time.

The blonde's patience was about to break before she saw a head of red-hair appear in her vision. "Good afternoon, Kirijo-san." Erina greets, stern expression plastered on her face like usual.

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"A chocolate shake with cocoa beans sourced from Venezuela. Simply ask for it and they'll prepare anything you wish." Erina huffs, closing her eyes, her voice sounding rather triumphant. "Oh, this isn't anything special. I would have preferred higher-class, but.. this will do." Erina explains, fingers idly tapping her hips as her hands snake down to the area.

"What would you like?" Erina asks. "Consider this to be... my... treat." She explains.

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mysticallities‌:

“A chocolate shake with cocoa beans sourced from Venezuela. Simply ask for it and they’ll prepare anything you wish.” Erina huffs, closing her eyes, her voice sounding rather triumphant. “Oh, this isn’t anything special. I would have preferred higher-class, but.. this will do.” Erina explains, fingers idly tapping her hips as her hands snake down to the area.

“What would you like?” Erina asks. “Consider this to be… my… treat.” She explains.

The other’s order seemed specific, but if they had that kind of thing in that place, it meant that it had some renown, and that was good. Mitsuru let out a small chuckle, as she went inside.

“You know full well, Nakiri-san, that I am able to pay for this myself.” Even without showing cash, just speaking the Kirijo name would suffice to guarantee a payment, however... She brought cash. “You could’ve taken me to a higher-class place, and I’d pay for my own food... But so be it.”

She sat down and set out an order. A simple, chocolate and strawberry ice cream milkshake. She wasn’t that specific, as Erina was.

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Reprieve. (Closed w/@empress-bufudyne)

It was an off-day for the world-class chef. After a meeting the other night with the daughter of a powerful individual, Erina had since acquired their phone number after asking them with great difficulty, mainly on her end. Now, she stands outside her establishment, waiting to meet with them once again.

While standing there, tapping her fingers against her arms, the blonde watched the cars roll by past the street, waiting an unfathomable amount of time.

The blonde's patience was about to break before she saw a head of red-hair appear in her vision. "Good afternoon, Kirijo-san." Erina greets, stern expression plastered on her face like usual.

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"You might be right, Kirijo-san." Erina nods in agreement at Mitsuru's words. However, it wouldn't be long before her stomach began to growl. Erina smiles nervously, lips quivering as she stared at Mitsuru. "I- I could go for a shake, at the very, very least." Erina stated, the blonde staring ahead at a rather reputable little spot for their shakes.

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mysticallities‌:

“You might be right, Kirijo-san.” Erina nods in agreement at Mitsuru’s words. However, it wouldn’t be long before her stomach began to growl. Erina smiles nervously, lips quivering as she stared at Mitsuru. “I- I could go for a shake, at the very, very least.” Erina stated, the blonde staring ahead at a rather reputable little spot for their shakes.

“A shake?” She must be talking about a milkshake, right? That was peculiar, but also, a safe bet for her sensitive tongue. There was so much one could do to mess up a drink like that.

“You seem to be familiar with this place, so please, guide me.” She didn’t intend to follow Erina, but if the girl wanted to eat some food, it was alright. “Do you have a specific diet, since you’re a chef and all?”

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"I don't pride myself on what I put in my body, only what I cook. So, in regards to the question, no, I don't have any specific diets." Erina explains, smiling softly at Mitsuru, or.. was it a smile? Even Erina couldn't be so sure how her lips looked.

"In a vain attempt at getting me to go places, some students at Tootsuki take me here.. suppose you could call me somewhat experienced?" Erina shrugs, walking up and into the shop, sitting at a nearby table.

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mysticallities‌:

“I don’t pride myself on what I put in my body, only what I cook. So, in regards to the question, no, I don’t have any specific diets.” Erina explains, smiling softly at Mitsuru, or.. was it a smile? Even Erina couldn’t be so sure how her lips looked.

“In a vain attempt at getting me to go places, some students at Tootsuki take me here.. suppose you could call me somewhat experienced?” Erina shrugs, walking up and into the shop, sitting at a nearby table.

And Mitsuru followed, sitting in front of Erina. There was a feeling that she didn’t want to admit something, every reply was a disguised yes or no answer, with many flavor text in between.

“I’d imagine you’d have one, but I can’t say I can judge.” The girl having a specific diet, as to not feel uncomfortable eating food that’s badly made... It made sense, but if that wasn’t the case, maybe Mitsuru was misunderstanding her.

“Well, I’m glad you took me here. What do you usually order?” Certainly, having a chef’s expertise might make Mitsuru sure that she’s getting a good milkshake.

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Development

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goddessofpathos‌:

“Yeah sure. Go rest your eyes Crimson.”

And she did, not even saying goodbye to Marie. The couch she had decided to lie on wasn’t made for this, her knees rested on the armrest, her feet were in the air, her arms crossed over her stomach as she spent no time closing her eyes.

She had fallen asleep, her breathing had already slowed down, and she didn’t move. It could be that she was used to sleeping like that, but of course, that couldn’t be it, right? She was a Kirijo.

Not that Marie would really care about that.

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tacitusauxilium‌:

Fuuka was a bit surprised that Mitsuru held the door open–it kind of made her slightly jump, hoping that Mitsuru didn’t see her do that. Fuuka held her arm closer to her body as she listened to Mitsuru talk about her feelings–she didn’t realize that this would be happening so quickly, so soon! Fuuka nodded slowly as she moved a little closer to Mitsuru, keeping a good couple feet between them. “Who isn’t scared, senpai?” She whispered, knowing that many things made her anxious and yet she was able to move onward, sometimes.

“I-I know you don’t hate me–it’s your opinion and I respect what you… have to say or do.” Fuuka stated as she kept her eyes towards the floor. “I do not want you to rush into something you don’t feel comfortable doing.” Fuuka added quickly, wondering if Mitsuru had demons inside of her, or inside of her family in general. 

She put a hand carefully on her arm and smiled weakly at her. “Mitsuru, I would be happy to listen to what you have to tell me, however,” Fuuka kept her hand on her arm and looked down at the floor again, “don’t feel obligated to tell me everything. I know your family is rich and powerful–and we all have secrets we do not want others to know.” Fuuka closed her eyes and kept her head lowered slightly. “…If you have something to tell me, then I’ll at least tell you about my past, with my family and what not. It’s the least I could do, unless you already know, since you might’ve gotten information from my medical file when I was in the hospital. Then, it might be pointless.”

She shook her head as Fuuka spoke, placed a hand under the girl’s chin and pushed it, gently towards her. It was kind of intimate, but the message was clear. “Keep your head high, Yamagishi... All of this has nothing to do with you, and I don’t feel obligated to tell you at all...”

“If I’m telling you this, it’s because I trust you... there’s nothing else to say or do about it.” She let go of the girl’s face, and looked at her hair, her red eyes focused on the teal. She blinked, slowly. “I have to let all of this go, and... It’s not a happy story. I need to prepare my own script...” Her story was long and winded, slightly sad and deppressive... And she’d have to prepare this.

“You might be surprised to hear that not even Akihiko knows about it, even if he knows me for a long time. He never really cared to know, and you... I want you to know. Would you be alright with that?” It would be a heavy burden.

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Cooking by the Book

[orphemiss]

“Oh geez I am so easily distracted today! I usually focus down!” Reluctantly, Kotone extracted herself from the embrace and went to finish preparations. The food was set out on the table and looked great. She then wen to a wall speaker near the stairs and pushed a button to speak to all the rooms. “Hey guys, food is ready! Made a little something for everyone. Come down while it’s hot!”

Kotone turned back as the sound of the dorm’s residents coming came out. Kotone gave a light whistle as she was filling a dog bowl with food. Koromaru came bounding over and Kotone gave him a smile and a pet before joining everyone in sitting at the table. She chose a spot next to Mitsuru and got a plate to fill. It was nice to have a full table at dinner time. Like a real family…

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And while Kotone was off doing all of this, Mitsuru decided to help her setting up the table, filling glasses with drinks and plates with food. It meant less work for Kotone, and that made Mitsuru happy. Perhaps it was already obvious that they did all of this together, that perhaps they were more than friends, but... did it matter?

The way Mitsuru saw it, it made Kotone happy, and therefore, it made Mitsuru happy, too. If it meant cooking all the time, coming up with new stuff to make... all of that didn’t matter. All she needed in return was a bit of time with Kotone, to have fun and see the girl smile. It had been a long time since she had so many people, so many of her friends, in the same room, peacefully.

And when she looked to the side, she’d see Kotone, smiling, eating, happy... And she couldn’t help but smile at that. A stealthy hand moved to the girl’s back and twirled a finger around the girl’s hair, hoping nobody else would notice.

She really was beautiful when she smiled like that.

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The Meet-Up

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eris-the-phantom-thief‌:

Hana picked up her sketchbook and placed it back into her bag, “Nah, there’s no point.” She managed a few slow sips of her drink. The perfect symphony of sweet and tartness from the fruit and sugar danced in her mouth.

“I don’t have to think about classes till about july anyway so I have…I guess I have three months.”

With her brows knitted into a thoughtful expression, and her hand upon her forehead she sighed.

A couple months before she’d be headed back to the slammer, back to the proverbial jail that was school. Everyone told her that “college was better than public school.” That ,”you have to deal with less asshats because you have to pay for it.” To which she’d always think ,”people have to pay for private school as well…doesn’t stop asshats.”

Her fingers twirled the spoon in her ice cream, and bit her lip.

Mitsuru was oblivious to the emotional pain the girl was going through, as she pondered over the different things she could do with the girl in three months. Sure, under anyone else’s impression, three months wouldn’t be enough to train the girl in everything she’d have to know, but it was enough to employ her powers in trying to find the truth.

Then again, it’s not like she’d be an exception. Ken would also be entering college soon, and that time didn’t seem to bring him away from his studies. Certainly, he was almost a model student in the Shadow Operatives.

“You have the freedom to let go of this once you feel like it, Cooper.” She nodded at her own remark, and offered the girl a smile. “Don’t let all of this get to you, let things happen at its own pace.”

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The Meet-Up

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eris-the-phantom-thief‌:

Hana gnawed at the straw of her drink before taking another sip. She thought for a moment as she took a few more bites of the sundae.

“My dad is an artist…he makes glass art …and mum helps him with stuff when he does shows…”

She hadn’t expected much else to be said about her sketches, with how she shrugged she figured she didn’t care much about them.

“I also like cooking…and writing I guess …?” Hana’s shoulders were much like a wound spring, tense. She reached for the pink plastic spoon and nibbled away, Mitsuru hadn’t said much else, but she also hadn’t put it down.

Kirijo group…that’s a big company even over here…

She shifted slightly, “I’m nineteen years old and I finished high school last year in 2015…but I held off starting college…I’m planning to go to the local community college and maybe go to a four year one after getting the basics out of the way…” her voice trailed off more as she spoke ,”but it’s not like it’ll actually happen…no school would accept my work…”

She finally let go of the sketch book, placing it in the middle of the table so Hana can reach it, eventually. It didn’t really matter to Mitsuru, whether she found the drawings appealing or not. All she really cared about was Hana’s well-being.

“The way I see it, you don’t lose anything by trying... but that’s not my area of expertise.” She did, however, overlook some colleges in benefit of the members of the Shadow Operatives. Nothing more than that, but also, she managed to find some colleges that would accept something like this.

“Then again... I’m nobody to talk about art, if I have to be honest.” Regardless, she smiled. “I know nothing about it, and even if I did, I wouldn’t criticize your work by myself.”

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The Meet-Up

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eris-the-phantom-thief‌:

She shyly took out her sketchbook and handed it to her ,” I draw….”

The cover was styled much like the pokemon smeargle, cream with brown and lime green. With a tassle to serve as a book mark resembling the tail. Hana had also applied a ladybug sticker as well as a black cat on the front. Reflecting her favorite superheros.

“I wanted to go to school for it…but I don’t think it’s good enough for that …and I have two big sisters…?”

Hana’s mind drew a blank, she wasn’t sure what to talk about. Partially because very few people had wanted to talk to her for any non manipulative reason.

“B-but what about you?”

Mitsuru listened to the girl speak, as she mindlessly sipped on the lemonade at times, then immediately let go. She laughed to herself when the girl offered her own sketch book, as she opened it and looked at the drawings in it. All of them had some sort of unique artstyle, but Mitsuru could just nod at them.

Again, she had seen worse artstyles in her time, and she had seen other, more thought-provoking drawings than one of them, that particularly stood out to her. A skeletal man... However, with a shrug, she continued looking at them.

“Don’t let that bother you,” she commented. She wasn’t much for art, but she could see some talent and effort in it. “There’s this line of thought that makes people think that, because something is complex, it’s art. Art is whatever you make of it, it’s the definition of subjective.”

Still, the girl wanted to know more about herself. “Well, my name is Mitsuru Kirijo. I’m the president of the Kirijo Company, due to my father’s decease, more than 10 years ago, I believe... I live by myself, but my mother’s still alive, and I wasn’t raised with sisters, just maids and my father... Anything else that peaks your interest?” She places a hand over her chin.

“I consider Akihiko Sanada, the man you referred to a while back, my closest and most trustworthy friend... but he’s a bit over-the-top.”

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The Meet-Up

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eris-the-phantom-thief‌:

“Please I’m trying to thank you…”

Hana mumbled softly. She knew that anything she made or did was crap, but she still wanted to thank her.

She was almost wishing that the Silver haired guy had been there…he seemed a bit more approachable. Come to think what had he been doing?

When people tried to spend a bunch of money on her, it always made her feel cheap and undeserving.

There was also the rising feeling in her that she was still looked at like a little girl, which snowballed in her stomach and was getting hard to ignore. Well more like a bunch of stones increasing in size being dropped down her esophagus into her stomach.

Hana took the lemon yellow straw in her hand and sipping a long drink.

The lemonade was simply perfect. the tartness from the combination of strawberries and lemons, with the right amount of sweetness from the organic cane sugar. Not too tart, but not sickeningly sweet.

Now the girl made her feel bad. Mitsuru really tried to make the girl feel good without having to buy her a drink, but it seemed like she was achieving the complete opposite of what she intended... She let out a sigh, and pulled the drink towards her, placing her red-stained lips against the straw and sipping some of it.

There wasn’t anything distasteful about the drink, and in fact, it was quite good. However, Mitsuru still had the feeling inside of her that she was doing this out of pity, rather than desire. She let go of the straw and let out a sigh.

“You’re right... It is delicious.” She offered the other a smile, of course, practiced in hiding her own feelings, not showing them. “And thank you for listening to me... I’m just here being a mess. Care to tell me a bit more about yourself, then? Silence is no good.” She spun the straw around for a moment, mindlessly playing with it, before placing it against her mouth once more.

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Cooking by the Book

[orphemiss]

She figured the best way to get a picture with Mitsuru was by surprise. No need for that practiced manner to slip in. She got a picture of the unfiltered Mitsuru that she was lucky enough for the red head to share with her. Plus, as mean as it might be, it was sorta fun to tease her. Kotone loved that little shy look Mitsuru had.

She hugged the other teen and leaned into her. it was nice, being this close to Mitsuru. “I figured since you find yourself missing me, pictures could help you not feel it so badly, you know? Even if you are stuck in some boring official thing, you can take a look to feel better. Besides… I have a whole folder filled with pictures of me with a certain fierce and cute dog we both know~”

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The thought of Kotone taking pictures with Koromaru brought another smile to Mitsuru’s face. It was surprising, how the other girl wasn’t that flustered by Mitsuru’s kiss, and she was now left as the embarassed one.

“That’s very thoughtful and sweet of you, Kotone.” She placed a hand on the back of the girl’s neck, placing her fingers in the girl’s hair, caressing her slightly. “I suppose that’s what I find attractive in you... But the food’s getting cold, isn’t it? We will have time for this a bit later.”

Not that she didn’t enjoy it, but they were doing this kinda for the other SEES members.

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The Meet-Up

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eris-the-phantom-thief‌:

Hana sighed as she slid her sketchbook back into her bag, as usual no one understood her.

She sipped from her own lemonade, and her own appetite was evaporating but it would be a waste not to have some. The sundae was quite small. Soft serve in a plastic cup, and all the toppings she liked.

I’m gross anyway…I guess I can’t blame her for not wanting to share it…I wouldn’t want to share with me either…

She reached one of the long pink plastic spoons, and got herself a spoon worth with both sauces and a brownie chunk. The airy vanilla soft serve melted in her mouth leaving a mixture of all of her favorite flavors of ice cream. Hana slowly chewed the brownie piece which had both caramel and hot fudge sauce on top, and with the melted vanilla flavor warm in her mouth made it absolutely heavenly.

When she swallowed the mixture she managed to look up at Mitsuru ,”It’s common to thank someone with a drink…and you looked thirsty…ice cream tends to do that…”

She blinked at the ice cream in the middle, then back at the lemonade. She supposed she could take a small sip, but if the other wanted another drink, she wouldn’t be able to take Mitsuru’s.

She wasn’t much for sweets, either, so even if it were about sharing a sundae with the other girl, Mitsuru would be a bit unwilling to do so, if only, because the girl bought it with her own money. Still, Mitsuru pushed the drink gently towards Hana. She deserved to enjoy all of this, even if there wasn’t a lot to enjoy.

“I really don’t need a drink... But I can stay here if you wish.”

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Cooking by the Book

[orphemiss]

“Oh there are tons of shows. Some funny, some deep, some serious. I really love anything with a good story. Shows, books, comics, it doesn’t matter. You can find so many good stories out there. They really draw you into the whole thing, you know?”

That was then Kotone had an idea. Without warning, she got up and came close to Mitsuru, phone in hand. She pointed the back at Mitsuru and gave the red head a kiss on the cheek. There was a click as the phone took a picture of Mitsuru getting kissed. A quick look and a few screen taps had Mitsuru’s phone recieving the pic.

Her cheeks were lightly red. “Now we both have a cute picture of us on our phones. We should take more pictures of each other.”

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She nodded to what Kotone was saying. In truth, she didn’t have as much time to enjoy things like that in her childhood, but if Kotone could enjoy them, then she definitely had to open up some space in her schedule.

The picture Kotone took was so sudden, that Mitsuru barely had any time to prepare for it. The photo came out with an embarassed look on her face, which of course, she had no time to reply to until she heard a notification sound on her phone. “K-Kotone...” Well, at the very least they had a picture...

She leaned closer to Kotone and returned the kiss on the opposite cheek, before pulling her over a hug, straightening her back. “Perhaps we need more pictures, yes...”