✚✚ fix you up

Ai | Maxed-Out Grace |

#in the office #cg ai #cg chap 2 #where post go thanks tumblr

ai-amaprincess:

She couldn’t help it.

A genuine laugh (okay, closer to a giggle) escaped her, her hand coming to cover her mouth.

Thanks, Jiro.

“I do not know how Sealand would feel having a yakuza girl as a Duchess, but I appreciate the sentiment, Jiro-kun!”

“…to be honest, though…I really do not mind if I truly have a title or not. The ‘princess’ part of my talent is strictly symbolic. Or perhaps,” she added, in a more thoughtful tone, “a little teasing. Father did spoil me, very much.”

She did hope - no, she wished he was right, about time healing and helping. But she doubted it would really work…Bland had made it clear that she was something to be feared, at least to him. She could only imagine how many others were privately thinking the same thing. They were in the right, of course, but… It hurt a little, knowing that those moments of kindness could not occur again.

“…Thank you. By the way. For your words in the chat room…my decision had not come easily, and I was beginning to fear that… Well. I really do thank you. You’re a good man, Jiro-kun.”

Oh, good! She was brightening up again. Jiro’s smile widened in response, although he kept quiet in favour of allowing her to speak until finished.

“..Ah, I fear I am far too self-centered to be a good man. But if I was at all able to assist, then I am glad I had happened to arrive at the time that I did.”

He paused thoughtfully, scratching his chin as he considered the other things she had said.

“But, well... I imagine if one was particularly good at both carrying a regal air and being spoiled, then they would be most befitting to be hailed as a Princess. Hope’s Peak was never very specific on their guidelines of what is seen as ‘the best at what one does’.”

A soft chuckle escaped him.

“In fact, why wasn’t I offered the title of Super High School Level Cat Enthusiast? I feel that would be a more appropriate description of what I offer the world.”

Ai | Maxed-Out Grace |

#in the office #cg ai #cg chap 2

ai-amaprincess:

Ai looked away for a moment when he mentioned Bland.

Honestly…she wasn’t sure he’d want anything to do with her now. She was sure that if she approached Bland now, he’d turn and run. He was afraid of her now. It…was honestly a bit sad. She’d liked speaking with him in the chat room, and he was so great in the trial.

“I don’t know about that…” Was she referring just to Bland, or the comment about Jiro and beauty? Both. Both, very both.

She looked back up, lowering her hands back to her lap as demurely as ever. See, not everything about her had been fabricated.

“Oh - oh, yes, of course, go right ahead,” she said, and scooted over just enough so Jiro could sit and still have some space.

Oops. He... hit a sore spot there, didn’t he? Nodding quietly in thanks as she made space for him, he allowed the next minute to pass in what would no doubt be perceived as an awkward silence before he spoke again.

“...If it is of... any consolation, most of them come around eventually. Perhaps not immediately, but time and acting by example often move even the hardest of hearts.”

He fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves, moving his attention to the lobby around them.

“And if not... I heard that the principality of Sealand was selling off titles. You may not be a princess, but you could at the very least legitimately be a Duchess.”

He offered her a small grin. Hopefully that... helped, in some measure.

Fiyero Deamorte: Books: Closed Starter: Jiro

#cg chap 2 #cg fiyero #in the office

fiyero-deamorte:

“I made…oops.”

That was about it for whatever scrap of cognitive ability he had left. “Book, head, ow, help, he’s okay…”

Giggling, he swayed slightly, head tilted his slightly. If one lifted his hair, they’d see a large heavy mark like something flat and heavy was slammed down on his head.

“I feel funny.”

“Yeah, like, it feels, like, totally cool, oh, colors…he he…”

God he set that whole thing up too, too well, la la, ha ha, no one would understand him, ha ha, even if he said it- oops, hey no one would believe him- yay- was Jiro always that liney hey oh that was not a good sign.

Bending over, a bit of blood trickled down his neck. “So, uh, you like said nausea was a symptom right?”

He genuinely felt bad now for whoever tested…well. It.

All right. There was a book and his head (again) involved. That... could have been any number of things, but considering Fiyero’s track record... well, he could only guess what the ‘oops’ involved. A small, vaguely exasperated sigh escaped him.

“If you keep doing reckless things to your head, it’s going to break open completely someday. And then you’ll have to get shaved bald to fix it back... up...”

He noticed the blood then.

Nausea is a symptom, isn’t it?

“... Yes, yes it is.”

Jiro had retreated back in, hastily seeking something in case Fiyero felt the need to relieve the contents of his stomach while he was trying to sort the matter out... only to remember the other’s collapse before him in his mind’s eye. That... likely meant he couldn’t get in on his own, didn’t it? Bother. Finding a paper bag, he returned, offering it to the other along with his arm in case he needed assistance standing.

“...Why do you keep ending up in these situations?”

Ai | Maxed-Out Grace |

#cg chap 2 #cg ai #in the office

ai-amaprincess:

Ai blinked, mildly startled.

Then she laughed - sorta of, it was mostly a quiet “hee” sound - and shook her head.

“N-No…No, I had a wig before. And contacts.”

The contacts were now on her nightstand, and the wig in her closet.

She shifted in her seat, anxiously taking a lock of hair between her fingers, then glancing up at the doctor. (She’d wanted to speak to him for a while, too, come to think of it. Funny that this was their first chance one-on-one.)

“It…it does not look bad, does it?”

Well, at least she had it in her to laugh. Or, at least feign something close to it. Although... the question admittedly caught him off guard. Shit.

“That... may be a better question for another. You appear perfectly fine to me, although I am hardly a... style guru? Fashionisto?”

He reaches up, scratching the back of his neck.

“...You may wish to ask Whittaker-san or Akagi-san. I have been told multiple times I would not know beauty if it slapped me across the face.”

...Although that may have been on account of the fact that said beauties then proceeded to do just that on more than one occasion. History suggested it wiser to keep his pattern to flattery, although somehow he felt that she had likely experienced enough emptiness in that regard throughout her time here.

...Still, he did have something on his mind beyond that, and now seemed to be as good a time as any. He gestured to the spot beside her on the couch.

“...May I? I don’t think I’ve ever actually sat on one of these before.”

Fiyero Deamorte: Books: Closed Starter: Jiro

This was a hundred percent his fault.

There wasn’t even an excuse this time, this, this was his own fault. Here’s to hoping he was at least going to the right place…

God it hurt.

There came a point, he realized, that pushing your pain limits gets you so far. The hit from the stairs and the railing and the slap and now…well. He was rather surprised there wasn’t a flat mark there now.

At least his hair hid it rather well.

Knocking on the door to his SHSL room (please be in there please be in there) Fiyero tried to keep his voice from fading out.“H-Hey, Jiro, sweety, uh, can you come out?”

And that was when his legs gave out.

#im sorry #in the office #cg fiyero #cg chap 2

He had been asked to come to the door. Sliding his ID back into his pocket, he’d moved towards the door of his de facto clinic, swinging open the door to see... well, exactly who’d he’d expected.

... Was this more theatrics on Fiyero’s part? On some level, he sort of hoped it was; however, whatever scrap of moral decency he still had in his body kept him from slamming the door in his face. Instead, he carefully bent down, eyes seeking the source of whatever ailed him.

“...What happened, Fiyero-san?”

Ai | Maxed-Out Grace |

She was okay.

She was okay…

Someone sat in the lobby, arms wrapped around herself and her head bowed. She didn’t seem to move. She just sat there, idly rubbing her arms once in a while as if she were cold. She was okay…

She hadn’t meant to do all of this. She hadn’t meant to lead so many on. To betray them.

…this was all right, wasn’t it? Once she was out of the castle…Once she was out, she would likely take her father’s place. She’d have to shed then. She’d have to, yes?

She heard footsteps. Her head lifted and she turned to see who it was.

“…….”

“Hello.”

#in the office #cg chap 2 #cg ai

As much as Katsurou’s death had weighed on him, Jiro had, at the very least, tried not to beat himself up too much about it. He had to remain... well, not as edgy as he wanted to be. Perhaps he wasn’t able to help them and Mei-san, but there were other people counting on him to continue his work. Like... the lady before him, apparently. Jiro straightened up a little upon being spoken to, turning to the source.

“Ah, hello, Chouka-san.”

She seemed... a bit despondent. Given the situation and... well, everything that had happened thus far, that likely shouldn’t have been strange, but... well, he had made his way into this conversation. The least he could do was attempt to continue it. He paused a moment, as though studying her, before the words came to his tongue;

“... Did you perhaps get a haircut?”

... And?

“...And an eye change?”

No, Jiro.

they (didn't) have it comin' [Jiro | Trial 1 - Execution | Re; act]

#ow the edge #cg trial #cg chap 1 #cg chap 2 #it is both #in the office

cupidsgame:

He’d known the execution was coming before the votes had really finished coming in. Between Tegan’s skepticism and Bland’s apology, he’d sort of expected it; still, having given false hope to the other just moments before he was snatched away… it felt a little cruel.

I’m sorry,

He wanted to say.

This is my fault, he thought, watching the other ram themselves into the door. The feeling came back again. Someone who had wholeheartedly given him their trust with their final moments was dropped into a dark abyss, and he did little more than watch in silence. He had been focused on the center of the circle where the podiums met when the Boss had returned to the screen. He heard his name.

Stop suggesting foolish things like that. Almost seems like you wanted everyone getting hurt. Tsk tsk.

A fire was lit under him then. It brought a tightness to his fists and bubbled until long after the screen was off and people had begun to leave the room.

“Cuts can be sealed. Lost things replaced as though never taken.”

It didn’t really matter if there was anyone actually listening; it was a justification that needed to be voiced. One that would have no doubt fallen on deaf ears in a full court room as quickly it would an empty one, certainly. Still, there was something wholly ridiculous about complaining to an empty room. He made for the exit in silence, gaze still focused on the floor.

Injuries, when treated properly, heal

but only a miracle can cure death.

…

There was someone he needed to talk to.

unfortunately, as you probably already know, people [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; Tegan]

#cg trial #in the office #cg chap 1

cgle-trialtime:

He had been returning to his podium again following the shock of Mordecai collapsing (although he had arrived on scene after the Cupids did, unfortunately) when his affairs had been called into question. For good reason, frankly, although… there wasn’t much he could have said on the matter.

“Nothing is foolproof, Remus-san. Boss-san is human, and human beings are prone to mistakes.”

“As am I. Unfortunately, what I had intended… it is something that would require complete unity. Obtaining such seems unlikely at this point.”

Poor Kon-san… Although he likely should have expected as much when he chose to approach the matter covertly. Ah well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, yes?

“I will be glad to explain when we are not in a space with prying ears, but for now, I fear I must remain mum on the matter. I apologize.”

nefarious [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; All]

#in the office #cg chap 1 #CG prologue

cgle-trialtime:

As the other nodded his agreement, Jiro smiled, releasing his grasp on Katsurou’s shoulders.

“Thank you.”

And with that, the doctor backed away, returning to his own podium.

“Everyone… if you have your vote, please utilize it upon yourself or Mei-san if you are able! Technically it is not an incorrect statement to say that she started this affair by trying to push Kon-san.”

This was… a bit of a reach, one that he’d no doubt get yelled at for later… but it was worth a shot, right?

“…I realize that sounds a bit dangerous, considering that we all heard what Boss-san said, but I wish to try something. I shall explain later.”

and if i could have a minute please... [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; Katsurou, their entourage]

#evil man plans evil #in the office #cg chap 1 #cg trial

cgle-trialtime:

It was while lingering at his podium that the idea first came to Jiro. Just as Suki said for them to begin voting, Jiro suddenly got a burst of energy, and he jogged over to the crowd, gently moving the other students away from them.

“Pardon us, please. I just need them for a moment.”

Moving his hands under Katsarou’s arms, Jiro pulled the fanmaker to his feet, pulling him a few paces away from the rest of the crowd.

“Kon-san. I… If you are able to get a hold of yourself, I may be able to do one final thing for you.”

Leaning up to their ear, he whispered his intentions, a hand shielding his mouth from those who may have been capable of reading lips. Once he had finished, he moved backwards, hands gently resting on the demiboy’s shoulders.

“It is… still a risk, but it is better than an absolute. Will you trust me?”

not a big fan [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; Confession]

#cg chap 1 #cg trial #in the office

cgle-trialtime:

Jiro had been rooting through the bag, seeking something but finding nothing. He’d had his suspicions; the material had matched, and yet… well, admittedly, even if he had found something, he would have been willing to let go of the matter. Whatever sort of grievous punishment awaited, he would be able to fix it, right?

He’d looked at him with such admiration once, too.

But Bland had revealed the truth. He likely should have offered a bandaid or something, with consideration to the fact that the other had chosen to bleed upon the fabric for such, but… well, admittedly, he’d been in a fair bit of shock. And as Katsurou’s confession came out, the guilt that he had previously pushed down into the deeper pits of his mind became alight again, causing him to tighten his jaw.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Kon-san. I wish I could have assisted Mei-san. And you.”

He dipped his head in a low bow, his gaze flicking towards the television screen Boss had taken to making an appearance on. He.. supposed he had asked for this on some level but… Why did it feel like someone had filled his chest with lead and his throat with ash?

“I.. fear I am unsure what will happen from here, but…”

He raised his head again, pointedly avoiding Katsurou’s gaze. He would not falter in public. Not today. Not now.

“…I hope you may find happiness again.“

With that, Jiro turned to walk back to his podium, his attention miles away. He wasn’t entirely sure what the demiboy would have needed in his final hour - perhaps someone else’s words, or maybe Ai’s comfort, as the princess seemed to be making her way over - but it certainly wouldn’t be him hanging around like some sort of unfortunate reminder. He was never good with dealing with emotional patients anyway.

Coward.

everybody out of the goddamn way [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; Katsurou, Fiyero]

#are u perhaps angry #in the office #cg chap 1 #cg trial

cgle-trialtime:

Jiro took in the explanations given, nodding slowly. So, Bland had seen her appear fidgety; perhaps she had known she was being hunted? And with Katsurou passing through around the time frame that her murder would have occurred… yes, perhaps checking their belongings would have been optimal.

But someone else had gotten there first. While normally, he would have been content to just allow the other person confirm whether Katsurou was guilty or innocent of the crime, the means through which it was being done seemed… not productive. And so, Jiro left his podium, a quickness in his step as he moved around the circle to approach Fiyero from behind as the other flirted.

Turning his hand sideways as he approached, Jiro delivered a swift chop to the back of the other’s shoulder that held the fan to it’s creator’s head, fixing the celebrity with a glare that suggested trying his patience any further could very well get one slugged in the face. Scary.

“Please don’t sexually harass others while the rest of us are attempting to make sure that no further harm is done here.”

He made no effort to hide the ice in his tone as he elbowed the celebutante a bit more gently aside, having a look at the contents of the bag himself. If you want something done, they say, do it yourself.

kids these days... [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; Alibi + Clothing, Katsurou, Bland]

#cg trial #cg chap 1 #in the office

cgle-trialtime:

Between the calls for alibis and requests of “what r u wearin ;)” that may have been more fitting for trying to work one’s way into lewd activities over text, this seemed like it was getting a bit circular.

“I was in bed.”

He removed his glasses for a moment, unbuttoning one of his sleeves and using it to clean them.

“I realize that is not much of an alibi, but believe me when I say without a few cups of tea in me, I absolutely cannot function before 7. The kitchen being locked keeps me from staying up particularly late, unfortunately.”

Sliding his glasses back on, he re-buttoned his sleeve and gestured to his person. Dress shirt, black sweatpants and black running shoes. Not… the most professional attire, but perhaps a start to getting there.

“And this is, in essence, my typical outfit. Well, without my coat, but… if I had sustained injury, it would be rather obvious. My tattoos would not allow for the use of makeup efficiently, as you may have seen while I was… asleep at the scene of the crime.”

He cleared his throat, returning to how he’d been standing at the podium previously. His civic duty done, he turned his attention then to Katsurou.

“…Kon-san, you’re not stupid. But would you mind elaborating? Where had you been walking this morning, and at what time?“

His attention slid then Bland.

“…And you too, Whitaker-san. I do not mean to sound accusatory, but Fiyero or no Fiyero, isn’t it a little odd to have seen Mei-san an hour before she was found dead? What was she doing?”

YAMEROOOOOOO [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; Fiyero, Boss, All]

#YAMEROOOOOOOOO #in the office #cg chap 1 #cg trial

cgle-trialtime:

“Fiyero-san, please stop heckling them. Save for appearing before us like some manner of dramatic supervillain, they haven’t…”

Well, he couldn’t really say they HADN’T done anything. Sure, this was their first appearance, but they had been partly responsible for keeping them locked in here and doing the whole expose on the guy attempting to grill them.

“…It just isn’t conductive to the matter at hand.”

There we go.

“Anyway... perhaps we should not be focusing on why the fabric is red, but why it has been stiffened in the first place. On account of the fact that most substances that would serve that function being locked up, and that Mars-san does the laundry, the killer would not have access to traditional means of doing so…”

Reaching up, Jiro scratched at his cheek.

“…Which means it may be blood. And if such is the case, then is it Mei-san’s or someone else’s? If anyone with further knowledge on the matter could come forward, it would certainly be an asset.”

gimmie three steps mister [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; Akki]

#cg chap 1 #cg trial #in the office

cgle-trialtime:

Ah, there was a need for clarification. Jiro’s attention shifted to Akki as he gave his inquiry, and he’d shaken his head.

“I fear I am only a physician, not a physicist. I could not tell you the exact force needed, but it would have to be far more than a light push.”

His glance slid away from the purple haired boy to face the rest of the room as he continued.

“I feel that Mei-san did not… weigh very much, given her stature and height; it probably wouldn’t have taken that much momentum to send her flying, so to speak.”

“That said, I saw no signs of there being another weapon involved; the indent was purely flat, like the steps themselves. It was… more than a bit strange to me, to be honest…”

He paused a moment, thinking back.

“…but, save for a strange bruise on her wrist where someone may have grabbed her, it was all I found. My apologies.”

He would tactfully choose to ignore the suggestion going around to strip down. He’d exposed himself enough for one morning.

i warned you about the stairs bruh [Jiro | Trial 1 | Re; [All]]