flower petals at her feet

❝ Name's Masako Koguchi, Super High School Level Salsa Dancer. ❞ ❝ If I've met ya before, better hope I liked ya, and if yer new, better hope I come to like ya. ❞ { INDIE RESTORED DR OC. Please read all pages before interaction, thank you. }

[shslmasterthief]

ARA

i wont let this child into our family

"honey i brought us a kid home"

"are we even ready for that"

"shut the hell up yes we are… his name is tenshi"

"PUT IT BACK"

[shslmasterthief]

#i want to be ur friend and masako to be ur muses bitch kthnx

ara

ara wtf

ARA WHAT THE FUCK

[shslmarigold]

I DIDNT MEAN THAT KINDA BITCH LETS BE CLEAR

[shslmarigold]

shit

[politepersxna-deactivated201505]

HELLO LOL

[shslmarigold]

shit

[shslmasterthief]

He’s not really in the mood to banter and truthfully, the sight of her eyes narrowing at him make him take a very subtle, shuffle back. It’s too soon. Too soon to see that, and too soon to talk to her. He isn’t ready.

"No.. Not really. It’s not important." He blinks slowly. She was a lot more intimidating than he remembered, even like this. "I’d only make you mad if I told you anything I think about. Lately, anyway."

[shslmarigold]

She sighs softly, her eyes closing and overall features softening after a bout of silence from her end after. She's scared him a bit, she can tell, and she's having an internal fit about it-- wondering how the hell she managed to do that so quickly. Maybe she wasn't ready either.

"I wouldn't be mad... I'd just look mad. I can't be mad at ya, and hell, I don't even wanna be upset with ya even remotely! I'd just be worried, Goro. 'Cause I still care about ya. A lot. A real lot.."

[shslmasterthief]

Trying not to scoff or snort or do something of the like in response was hard. He didn’t really believe any of that, as wonderful as it sounded coming from Masako’s mouth. Oh, how he wants to believe. How he knows he can’t.

"Too many people, huh.. Of course. I’ll make the. Two or three people who even bother talking to me upset." He sighs, folding his arms over his chest and nervously tapping his foot. "What I think— what I know, really— isn’t really important to. Well, anyone but myself. I don’t want to get into it."

[shslmarigold]

Her eyes narrow and that incarnadine set of irises are fixated on his face. She's holding her tongue for once. She shouldn't be, she's never had a problem talking to her boyfriend-- Oh. Right.

"Okay, fine, but if two or three people's what ya got, they could probably feel like ten or twenty with enough time. Numbers are numbers, not limitations." She fixes her clips and wipes beneath her eyes. The tears are gone. "Ya don't wanna get into it, huh? Not even if I think it's important too?"

[shslmasterthief]

He swallows thickly. It’s a silent gulp and a nervous one and now his eyes are trained on her face. Her pretty face that he can actually see and for a moment he doesn’t believe it’s her. It sounds like her, but it doesn’t.. It doesn’t add up. Why did she come back. Why is she bothering with him.

"You asked if I understood. And I said no." He puts simply, straightening himself out and turning to face her. He’s not crying yet. Yet. "Was I making a face? Sorry. Didn’t mean to."

[shslmarigold]

She runs a hand through her hair, the lace flower attached to its pins shifting slightly and pulling some of the bangs tucked away from behind her ear. Nothing that's hanging in her face yet. It's hard to look at him, but she readily meets his gaze.

"Yer not a piece of shit, and you shouldn't even think about... doing anything stupid because you think you are. I don't care what anyone else says-- You aren't, and I won't allow ya even if ya wanted to. You'd, you'd... make too many people sad if you did somethin' like that... Like me."

[shslmasterthief]

Just hearing the voice he knew he’d never forget, as much as he wanted to for that period of time there, makes him tense. He doesn’t want to appear as pathetic as he is, especially in front of.. In front of Masako, because that’s not the Goro she knew, and..

”.. Ku.” He doesn’t turn around, but the sound of his grin is there. A very weak, very fragile grin. “Kuku. I don’t really understand. I’ve never understood.”

[shslmarigold]

She's been brought to tears, and it was just before she had spoken to him. She's probably not the same Masako that Goro knew. Or she thought he knew.

"What're ya talkin' 'bout? What don't ya get? And why're ya... why're ya makin' that face at me?" Seeing him smile hurts, causing her to speak so weak, but seeing him a smile she knows is a farce hurts ten times more.

[shslmarigold]

No matter how uncomfortable she will ever be, she will not stand by as she knows this person she still so deeply cares about be in this kind of situation. Emerging from the shadows is Masako Koguchi.

"Goro-kun... Don't listen to anyone! Ya deserve to live and continue bein' the not-piece-of-shit ya are, do ya understand?" She's got tears on her face, but she wears them proudly.

[shslmarigold]

"I guess I kinda lied to her, whoops. Not many people are here for me after all... Kinda lonely."

"Someone talk to me. I demand it. Or I'm gonna force myself around. No more passive shit."

[yumescent-deactivated20150715]

     ”I don’t go anywhere. I’ve always been here. It’s always quiet, like it used to be, too. But that’s ok, because you can come stay if you’d like, when the crowds become too upsetting, and I’ll try to be interesting.”

     ”…You’re beautiful.”

[shslmarigold]

"If that's the case, man, I'll take ya up on that offer right now, if ya don't mind... I've missed ya too much anyway to leave or anything for too long as well, so I might be here a while--"

It just registered, that compliment that Madotsuki had gave. And a faint tint seemed to register upon her cheeks, accompanied by quick, surprised blinking. How kind.

"Thanks, Mado. Ya really know how to get me smilin'. But y'knoooow, I think you're more beautiful than I am, for a lot o' reasons. And have quite the imagination to boot."

[shslmarigold]

"So, I see that I can recognize some faces out of the ones who just came by... but not all. Ain't any o' the ones who remember me gonna say hi? Or even the ones who don't?"

[yumescent-deactivated20150715]

[yumescent-deactivated20150715]

     ”…Oh—! Masako…? You came back.           That’s nice. I… I missed you. How are you?”

[shslmarigold]

"Holy shit, it's you! Mado, wow, I-- I wasn't expecting to see you again. I'm doin' pretty well I guess! I'm getting kinda around faster than I'd have thought I would have, though. It's a little uncomfortable, but ain't nothin' I can't manage. It's good to see you."

[shslmarigold]

Hello, anyone out there? Anyone I happen t'a know? Man, does anyone even remember me? If not: m' name's Masako Koguchi. This time, I actually have some talent; Super High School Level Salsa Dancer at yer service.

I used to be here under weird circumstances, and though I had to leave for a while... I guess I'm back. If ya could like/reblog this if you're a Dangan Ronpa OC blog or if ya'd be okay talkin' t'a one, that'd be real chill, and I'd owe ya one.