#artfullycathartic

[damndamara-blog]

Crunchyroll and chill?

As far as friends at college went, Damara didn’t have many. Or any, really. She didn’t really want friends, but she had to admit, after a year and a half of it the loneliness was starting to set in. So she reached out. More specifically, she’d reached out to a girl in her anime club who looked like she might be at least tolerable to be around.  Before now, Damara had never invited anyone to her dorm room to hang out. Sure, she’d had study partners over, people she was working with on projects, the mute guy from chemistry class... But never once had she invited someone over to just chill. Was she nervous? Absolutely. Would she let any of that show through? Not at all.  Once the TV in her room was set up to stream crunchyroll videos, she walked into the living room, hands behind her back. Currently, her roommate wasn’t home -- probably in class, or at one of her inferior academic clubs -- so she had free reign to pace the living room as she saw fit. At least it was helping her work out some of her anxiety.  Having almost forgotten, Damara jumped when she realized she needed to get the snacks out of the fridge. She’d stocked up on Pocky, Yan-Yan and whatever other sugar-sweet nonsense the Asian grocery store carried on its shelves. She grabbed the bag and tossed it into her room just in time to hear the doorbell ring. She took a deep breath before putting on her prettiest, most friendly smile and opening the door. “こんにちは。Welcome. Dorm is mess. Apologize. Come in, have snacks!” Damara gave her best effort to appear cheerful and bright and bubbly, like this girl seemed to have no problem doing, but at least she was remembering her manners. 

[beeboytuna-blog]

Sewing Troubles

There was no one worse then Mituna at sewing. Perhaps that was a gross overstatement, but to Mituna it didn’t matter. In his mind he was the worse at sewing and it frustrated him. It never worked, no matter how hard he tried. Hand sewing proved entirely useless to him. He was far better at it then machine sewing, but it always ended with the stitches looking wrong and breaking so easily no one could possibly wear it.  So then he tried to machine sew. He had borrowed a friends machine, threaded it, with a bit of frustrations at the vague instructions on how too, and finally started sewing. That was until he realized the foot pedal was extremely touchy and the string kept bunching and breaking no matter how hard he tried. It ended with him almost sewing his shirt to the cloth and ending up having to stop or risk causing a migraine.  His frustration with the art of sewing only got worse when he joined the cosplay club. Why did he join a club about playing as a character, in costume, if he couldn't make a costume? He had to learn how to do something, mostly because he felt stupid that he couldn't, he was sure others at least had a more basic understanding then him. The only really safe bet he had was asking someone who knew better then him. So he arranged a meeting with someone he knew, someone he could at least trust not to be to frustrated with him. Most people tended to be.  So there he was, in his dorm with his fingers going a mile a minute on his keyboard as he waited. Running to his computer was always his first choice when his nerves were getting to him. It was either his laptop or some other probably far more destructive habit. He wanted to make a good first impression. It had been so extremely long since he talked to her that, well he practically was sure she had nearly forgotten him. If anyone could help him, she could.

[vwunderbard-blog]

Best Day Ever

The second Cronus heard about the existence of a maid cafe -- a kitty-cat themed one no less -- it was a no-brainer. He was going, and damnit he was going right now. He’d searched the address and realized it was within walking distance of his dorm room, so he didn’t even have to unpark his car. Truly, this was an amazing discovery, and today was shaping up to be, quite easily, the best day ever. He’d never tell anyone, but he’d seen all the anime; he knew exactly what girls at maid cafes were like. At least, how they were supposed to be. A contagious smile on his lips, he took off, grabbing his leather jacket from the chair he’d hung it over on his way out. His hair was gelled, his shirt was tucked in, and he was totally ready to adopt himself a kitten. Chuckling at his own pun, he headed down the street in the direction of the cafe, jacket slung over his shoulder. It wasn’t burning hot out, but he wasn’t quite sure it was chilly enough for his jacket. Upon arrival, he took a moment to appreciate the fact that this place even existed at all, let alone in his general vicinity. He grinned up at the sign, running a hand over his gel-slicked hair before walking inside. It was everything he’d imagined; the waitresses were dressed exactly how he’d expected them to be, and the whole place just had a certain atmosphere to it. Yep, this was going to be his new favorite place.