#|get gud| ask

[sepelire]

❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜

x

What kind of question was this? Serious was rarely the subject when it was just the two of them, springing this up because of a manga series she was recommending? Something was on his mind.

“Maybe it’s not the end of the book. I know a lot of series that went on far too long and it became a terrible mess of money milking.”

Paper book left to fall to the floor as she slowly got up, standing in front of him before leaning down for an eye level view. From media galore she knew the steps and tricks to helping soothe someone, or show comfort despite having never done so before, but in the important moments her brain blanked completely. She improvised. 

Her forehead lightly pressed against his own, gripping shoulders to make sure he didn’t get the chance to get up and make light of this before she really tried to help. 

“What makes you think you’re the monster, though? You’ve read the same manga as me, you know those plot twists. A traitor to the protagonist, the big bad you see sneaks of every so often, those are the monsters. They’re conniving, cruel, calculated. You’re just a dense guy wanting to do the right thing. Sure, it screws up every so often. So what? We all do it! You calling me a monster?”

Slowly she pulled away from Ryuji, taking a seat on the bench across from him. Despite the heavy atmosphere she tried for a smile. It was very easy to see how forced it was, but she didn’t give up on the idea for a second.

“I wouldn’t be around monsters anymore, not after everything real ones did to my family. So would you take my word on that?”

[sepelire]

❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜ ( from ren )

x

“I’m not afraid.”

She was lying, anyone could see that much. After everything they’ve seen in palaces, you’d think this would just be another day on the job. But this? This was something new. Futaba would much rather fight Okumura or her mother a thousand times instead of this. Shopping alone during business rush hour... It’s like tattooing the target onto your back and then wearing a flashing neon sign above their heads. She didn’t want to fear going forward, yet lead took root in her feet and her grip tightened on his shirt.

“But... what if I forget something we need? Or someone tries to rip me off. How do I know the best deals?”

[sepelire]

“Collectively, between all of us, we make one fully functioning person.”

x

“I am a fully functioning person, thank you very much. Ignore the towel, someone looked at me a little too long and I refuse to show my face again.”

[sepelire]

you were supposed to leave.

pain

Yeah, she was, wasn’t she? What did he think was going to happen? He was wanting some cool, last moment hero moment they like to give second rate characters, is that it? Futaba always hated that trope. It was offensive to the people who liked that character. 

“You were supposed to be our friend. You were supposed to help us against Shido. You were supposed to help bring some kind of answers about my mom. I’m noticing a trend here.”

What possessed her of all people to roll forward as the gate came crashing down? Instinct, maybe. Like she saw the quick time event in her head and pressed X without even thinking. Everyone else was officially cut off from them, no more rescues. 

“You wanted to understand it better, right? How we beat you, our teamwork, all of it. Talking about it makes us sound like a bunch of idiots, but what if you see it firsthand? Granted, I’m not a lot of help, but it’s a little boost.”

Goggles flashed to cover her face once again, Necronomicon pulling her back in before taking to hover just above Akechi. Futaba didn’t have any idea what their chances were, even though they didn’t look good on first look. She just had to keep Akechi alive until everything in front of them was a bad memory. After that... Who knows. She shouldn’t focus on that. It’s hard to find a fighting spirit thinking about future goodbyes. 

“Look. If friends is too much to consider, look at it this way. They took everything from us. Shido, his goons, crooked people taking power, they’re why we aren’t just kids freaking out about a midterm. Let’s get even with them, Crow!”

[sepelire]

“Meh, it’s a good word. How you feeling? Meh. Nice and universal.”

x

The word was perfect in every way, its about time someone else took notice of that important fact. 

“I could summarize half of my life as meh and no one could even question it. ‘What does meh mean?’ It means meh, it isn’t rocket science.”

[sepelire]

“Morale doughnuts? I think it’s a day for morale doughnuts.”

x

“Doughnuts you say? Well, I just so happen to know a certain coffee shop owner who would love to go on a morale run for us! No, no actually he wouldn’t. But I’ll ask anyway and see if I can at least get some pocket money for a bakers dozen.”

[sepelire]

“You’re gonna be rude? Okay, you’ve lost the pleasure of my presence.”

“H-Hey! Wait a minute! I can take it off just give me a hand!”

This makes three people who won’t let her get away with hiding anytime they’re out in public. Can she just say? It sucks. 

“You beter not be walking away!”

Muffled words came from behind the towel, Futaba bouncing from one leg to the other as she tried rushing herself to take her mask off. This is ludicrous, what’s so wrong with hiding away a little! People wear masks all the time. Like to those balls! Or on Halloween! It’s not that weird when you think about it.

[sepelire]

“Hey would you help me out? I’m very gay, I’d like a few dollars.”

“Bold of you to assume I have any money to spare. I already blew my allowance on a featherman poster and Akira won’t give me anymore. If it’s food or coffee you want, I can get you some for free, otherwise we’re both gay and broke.”