#fujunko || thread.

[conoscenze]

—  ❛ So what songs do you know how to play ?? ❜ Sally held his own guitar steady between his hands, watching the girl take her own. He thought of himself lucky that he had finally found someone else who played the guitar just like him. // For Fujunko!!

@maskedsavior.

Fujunko couldn’t help a big smile from curling her lips—though she did know a good handful of musicians, not all of them played guitar; hence why she felt outright electrified at the thought of playing with someone that was skilled with that very instrument. As she adjusted her guitar, position, and chords, occasionally stringing a couple tones to check the tuning, she spoke, “Well, I can play pretty much anything—not to brag,” a soft chuckle followed. “But I’m better at anything metal! Or just, in general, any genre that goes down hard with the guitar, if that makes sense~ I can go along with anything, though. I’m very versatile!”

[conoscenze]

"If you're scared, you can always hold my hand!" Pyrrha's decided that she and Fujunko are going to watch a horror movie--a bad one, because she only likes bad horror movies, but it might be scary nonetheless. And she hopes that her girlfriend gets scared because then she can protect her! And it'll be super romantic. Not that Fujunko isn't free to hold her hand or bury her face in her shoulder anyway, but Pyrrha just wants to be cliche sometimes. And this is a fantastic cliche. "Ready?"

@duskwilt.

Fujunko isn’t exactly a big fan of horror movies, merely because they don’t fit her taste in general---but truth be told, she can’t deny that, sometimes, they can also be a little scary. Not enough for her to want to scream or run away, still: just about enough to hide her face somewhere inorder to avoid that specific scene, or whatever it might be. When Pyrrha decided to invite her over to watch a horror movie, Fujunko heartily agreed, not fully realizing what her girlfriend’s intentions might have been. Now that she’s sitting near her, though, comfortably and cozily snuggled against her, arms wrapped around her waist, she has the feeling that this might have not been a casual genre choice. Fujunko’s lips are curled in that usual mirthful smile, her glance sliding from Pyrrha’s face towards the TV screen. She slightly shifts in her position, so that her cheek can comfortably squish against her girlfriend’s shoulder. There are times in which she feels unbelievably lucky to be able to be so close to Pyrrha---and to be able to say she’s her girlfriend too, while at that, sends her over the stars. Whenever she realizes it, a pleasant wave of warmth washes all over her… and if Pyrrha’s plan is to protect her from the scary monsters of this movies, then she’ll let her be her knight, as long as she will get to pamper her with kisses later.

    “I’m absolutely, always ready!” she replies with a giggle, urging Pyrrha to start the movie with a gentle nudge of her forehead. “And for being so chivalrous alone, you deserve a thousand kisses,” it’s a not-so-subtle suggestion that she might, at some point, do just that. “But for now, let’s see how scary this movie is~ I’m sooo thrilled!”

[conoscenze]

[Pyrrha; Fujunko] [text to: all my lovin' ♡] If you're looking for something to do tonight, we can go see a movie and sit in the back and maybe kiss a little. :3c <3

@duskwilt.

The still-buzzing phone immediately finds itself within Fujunko’s clutch, whose eyes immediately narrowed as soon as they snatched, if only a bit, who’s sent that fresh new text. Her cherry pink gaze lingers for a moment, chuckling ever so slightly at the username—and said giggling quickly escalates into soft laughter, as perhaps a way to let out of her stomach the butterflies forming in her stomach. As she rolls to the other side of the bed, careless about crumpling the magazine she’s been reading, Fujunko’s fingers swiftly work on a reply:

[ TEXT: Sundae scoop🍨❤❤ ]: you know i’m weak-willed, py-py! yet you make these tempting offers!!

[ TEXT ]: but but but but

[ TEXT ]: if ur willing to compromise,, how about we kiss more than a little?

[ TEXT ]: chuchuchuchuchu(๑♡3♡๑)

[ SENT FILE ]: img0008760.jpg

Attached to the text is a selfie in which Fujunko’s mirthfully posing for the camera, uncaring about making it obvious that she’s only wearing a camisole and that her dark hair’s let down and beyond messy—and to emphasize how enthusiastic she is about the proposal, her lips are puckered up, in a kissy expression. Not-so-casually, the whole ensemble is accompanied by a cutesy yet all the same meaningful wink.      Fujunko proudly snickers as she sends each message, turning prone on her matress. It obviously wouldn’t be the first time they kiss, but just thinking about gives her goosebumps: the fact that it’d be in a typically public space, too, sends feeble, excited shivers down her spine. Fujunko could be easily be described as incredibly content in this moment, and even if she wanted to deny it, her smile, her puffed up, rosy cheeks, and her shimmering eyes obviously tell another story.

[conoscenze]

Just because Fujunko was a girl didn't mean Aika couldn't treat her to Valentine's chocolate too - in fact, Aika had gone all out in decorating the trays of chocolates she'd bought specially with all manner of glittery wrapping paper, ribbons and a rabbit-shaped tag bearing Fujunko's name written neatly romanised. ❝ Happy Valentine's Day, Usagi-chan! I worked soooo hard on making these....aha, I totally just bought them, but they taste amazing. I know 'cause I bought myself some too. ❞

valentine’s never over — @wholehcartedly.

Though Fujunko knew that Aika was nothing less of a great friend—if not outright the best—she would never stop being amazed at every gift she presented herself with. In some way, Fujunko simply wasn’t the kind of girl to desire anything material out of her friends: she often said and she firmly believed that their company was the biggest and most precious present to her, and it was very much true. It wasn’t something she affirmed to make herself look good; she was a very simple girl. Hence why she immediately squealed the moment she sighted the bright, sparkly trays. The little detail of the decorated tag made her cheeks puff and blush in happiness, moved by the dedication her friend had put into personalizing the gift: it may have been store-bought, but that didn’t make it any less precious!     “This is amazing!!” Fujunko exclaimed, all too enthusiastic about the prospect of chowing down the whole content of the gifts later; “Ne, Neko-chan, this is too good! You’re too good to me—!” she wouldn’t reject the gift, of course: why would she? After all the effort Aika likely went through to find the most delicious chocolates (given that even store-bought, there’s good and bad products), rejecting the present, even in selflessness, would’ve been rude. Plus, Fujunko was humble—but she was not at all the type to deny any pampering. Without hesitation, she gently put aside the decorated tag (which she would hang on her bedroom wall later in the day) and neatly opened the wrapping paper, carefully trying not to get glitter everywhere. Once the boxes were revealed, she suppressed yet another squeak of joy: and swiftly, she opened the first tray. Then she grabbed one of the chocolates,

“I love this—but I must at least share the first batch with you! It just seems right!”, Fujunko giggled, enthusiastically grinning as she held the treat between her thumb and index, offering it to Aika as she did. “Come on, Neko-chan! Say aah~”

[conoscenze]

✵ PyFu!

impressions — @duskwilt — accepting.

Their first impression of your muse:

“Ever since the first moment I saw her, Py-Py seemed radiant and super energetic… which I found very thrilling, since not many people are able to keep up with my own excitement, hehe. That, and I thought it was super nice to have found someone genuinely interested in hearing my music!”

Current impression:

“Ahhh, well… it didn’t change that much…” she nonchalantly jokes, chuckling softly, “I mean, just about enough to say that I feel really lucky to be her girlfriend… Ah, ah…!” Fujunko excitedly claps her hands together as pink blush colors her cheeks,      “I’m Py-Py-chan’s girlfriend, heh~ Everytime I think about it, and realize that it isn’t just a dream—it makes me want to squeal at the top of my lungs!! She’s pretty, talented, mischievous, a great kisser, and just overall, the perfect girlfriend. Really, how did it end like this? Ohhhh, I still can’t believe it!”

Are they attracted to your muse?:

“Pehehehehe~” her smug grin is very telling. “I wouldn’t be kissing her as much as I do if I wasn’t… and I wouldn’t be half as curious either~”

Something they find frightening about your muse:

“Hmm… frightening…? I don’t think there’s anything I find frightening about Py-Py-chan. I mean, to me, she isn’t frightening at all.”

Something they find adorable about your muse:

“Everything—but especially when she falters the moments I manage to turn the tables and surprise her myself…! She’s usually the one wooing me… sometimes it’s fun to see her look that slightest bit bewildered before slinking back into her smooth talk~”

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:

“Absolutely! With no doubt!” and while her tone is, as always, joyful, she does mean it in the most serious way.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic / romantic:

“Who knows? Guess I’ll have to ask her if I would,” she snorts humorously at her own joking. “Maybe I could even want to sneak in a few smooches here and there… the mystery!”

One word my muse would use to describe yours:

“Melody~”

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

“No, never. Occasionally I do nudge or hit her shoulder, but it’s just to joke around, because we’re always out there teasing each other… but an actual, hard slap? I never would dare! Of course I wouldn’t.”

Would my muse hug / kiss yours?:

“I could kiss her in silence, when we’re talking, when we’re out eating, holding hands, playing music together, over, over, and over again… Ahhh, I love hugging her too, I do! But it’s better if these two things happen together for me… call me greedy and needy, but I just can’t get enough of Py-Py-chan. The moment she’s gone I want to hold her so tightly, that I never want to let go—!”

[conoscenze]

[Pyrrha; Fujunko] “You’re beautiful.”

lost meme — @duskwilt.

Out of nowhere, sudden, unexpected. These words perfectly describe Pyrrha’s modus operandi, so to speak—Fujunko has learned, by spending time with her, that this is just how she is. A bit of a tease, a whole lot dramatic, and a lover of reactions. She supposes most of her assumptions to be true, because she’s that way herself; if she wants to elicit something out of someone, Fujunko always makes them sure to pounce on them when it’s least expected. This is what happened right now as well—Fujunko had been wondering why Pyrrha was being so silent, and she had supposed it was simply to enjoy more thoroughly the rich bowls of ramen they are both currently slurping and chowing down.     The sneak-attack compliment (which she knows won’t be the last, as it is far from being the first) causes her to clumsily drop the spoon full of rich broth inside the bowl; the splash the fall creates isn’t disastrously huge, though it is big enough for some broth droplets to land on the table, her hands, and her face. “A-ah—!” her hands are quick to grab the tissue and clean everything up properly, and her face quickly turns into a (playful) pout, cheeks puffed and brows softly furrowed as she avoids looking directly at the girl sitting in front of her.     “Py-Py-chan…! That’s too sly~!”     (A soft blush colors her cheeks, their lively conversation picking up once again not short after that small incident. It’d be a mistake to not mention how Fujunko keeps mulling over how to get back at her for this!)

[conoscenze]

🎉 a big smooch on fujunko's cheek from her local aika!!!!!!!!!!

new year’s kisses --- @wholehcartedly --- sort-of accepting.

“---Happy new year!!” Fujunko’s immediate reaction to Aika’s affectionate gesture is to return one of her own on her friend’s cheek (leaving a light pik mark on it in the process); while she is not drunk, she is undoubtedly exhilarated thanks to the humongous quantity of sugar she has been ingesting between soda and sweets alike. Usually she spends this day with her family at home---but she couldn’t say no to Aika’s invitation to go out and have some fun together. How could she? She’s so much fun to hang out with---and she’s not the kind of adult that will pressure you into drinking alcohol. As long as they’re both having a good time, there’s never a requirement!     A giggle escapes her lips as one finger passes over her friend’s upper lip; there were residues of beer foam here and there, and while she doesn’t particularly enjoy alcohol’s scent, she finds the status in which Aika is now quite endearing. Her other hand is busy keeping stable her glass filled with a recently ordered non-alcoholic cocktail, but she still manages to sneak in-between them a paper tissue to better clean her friend’s newly acquired white moustache.

“Neko-chan, let’s cheer to this year and hope for an even better time than we already had! Kanpai!~”

[conoscenze]

There are about fifteen minutes before Pyrrha has to leave to go to her aunt's house, and how else would she spend them but to call Fujunko and serenade her one last time this year? The first song that pops into her head, Kokomo, is then followed by a couple minutes of rambling about how much she's enjoyed spending time with the younger and hopes to spend more together in the future! And later, just after midnight, she'd send a text with a single kiss emoji: a traditional start to the new year.

happy new year! --- @duskfloret.

Fujunko is a little selfish; it’s useless for her to deny that. Though she will respect that Pyrrha’s own plans for New Year’s, she can’t help but wish for a sudden incident that might prevent her from fulfilling them. It’s wrong, it’s bad, but... maybe then, she thinks as she puts on her signature red eyeliner, maybe then we can spend the night together, and...     Before her thought finishes, her phone rings; with a snatch, not even sparing a glance at the caller name, Fujunko is readily answering it. Hearing Pyrrha’s voice completely sweeps away all of her previously unpleasant feelings---which are replaced, in less than a second, by pleasurable glee and that special fuzziness embed within her chest. After their usual exchange of greetings (which elicit from her, as always, a good amount of happy giggling), though, Fujunko is taken by surprise. Slowly her laughter fades, and she is standing still in front of her bathroom mirror as she grows to understand, note by note, word per word, that Pyrrha is serenading her. She’s not familiar with this song---she’s definitely never heard it---however her English knowledge helps her grasp the meaning behind the lyrics pretty easily. That, along with Pyrrha’s angelic voice, Fujunko’s warm sensation only grows bigger and bigger, a big smile stretching her lips; her other hand is clutching at her chest, trembling ever so slightly with need. A strong, insatiable ache for Pyrrha to be right here with her in this very moment.     I want to kiss her.     Her mouth silently words that phrase, not vocalizing it. Before speaking, Fujunko lets the other spill out all her rambling as well---she could listen to Pyrrha’s voice for hours and hours on end, and never get tired of it. And with each word, an additional fluster begins to paint her cheeks in pink. She just feels so simply grateful that she is being graced with whatever is between them---whatever is causing her to feel so immensely elated without even doing so much if exchange a simple “hello”. Fingers reach out to grasp her own wrist, squeezing ever so slightly. I want to hold her.     As soon as Pyrrha is finished, Fujunko lets a silent moment linger; with an exhale escaping her lips, she then begins speaking.

“Py-Py-chan... can---can I call you Pyrrha, this once?” she knows the other probably does not mind, but Fujunko asks for permission anyways. “... I’ll admit it. Next time, I definitely wanna be with you for New Year’s. Today it went this way, and I’m okay with it, but---I want to be with you. Especially in these super special occasions, y’know...? You’re important to me. I want to share and live these moments with those I really... really appreciate.” soft laughter follows; she’s kind of glad Pyrrha cannot see her now, to be frank. Her cheeks are growing terribly bright---so much that she can imagine being endlessly teased about them. (Not that she would mind it. Especially if it’s Pyrrha doing it.)     “The time we spent together this year was incredible to me, and---and, well. I got to meet you, first of all. I can’t be more grateful for that. Hell, I probably will never be able to truly express just how grateful I am!” she pauses. Then: “I... just---let’s see each other soon. I’m not too good with words when it comes to this, so, I... need to be face-to-face. After you serenaded me like that, I don’t really know just how much,” flustered giggling interrupts her, and her hand attempts at cutting it off early so that she can finish her speech. It’s too late to turn back now: it’s all or nothing. “Just how much... I can contain myself any longer. This year it’s gonna go this way, but---I really, really wanted to show you how important you are to me.”     I want to kiss you, so that the new year can start in the best of ways.     Not much after their call finishes, Fujunko takes a minute to recompose herself by leaning onto the sink, hands gripping it by the sides to make for support. Her face is beyond red---she feels so hot she might be as well fuming---and her expression is none less flustered, with thin lips and wide eyes. However, the phone reminding her that it won’t be long till she has to meet up with her friends snaps her out of her trance with its loud ringer. Hastily, fingers work to perfect her make-up and her hair; still, she can’t lie.      Over and over again, her mind keeps replaying the call she and Pyrrha shared just minutes ago.

During the New Year’s countdown, between laughter and joking and exhilarated yelling, Fujunko is distracted from what happened few hours before. She’s not drunk---she has been drinking non alcoholic cocktails and soda, at best---but she is most definitely on a sugar high. The clock in the Karaoke room she and her friends are partying in slowly but surely reaches the final seconds, and Fujunko too, along with everyone else, starts counting with eager anticipation.     3... 2... 1...    明けましておめでとうございます！

What stops Fujunko from immediately wishing each and every single one in the room new year’s wishes, is her buzzing phone, which takes her completely off guard.     “... Heh.” her expression softens the moment she sees who sent the new message. After attempting at writing down something coherent without success, Fujunko gives up, resorting to, instead, sending a photo. With some effort she manages to get a good snap (picturing her holding up peace fingers and making a kissy face), that is sent right away to her beloved Py-Py-chan. The message attached reads:

[TEXT: Py-Py-chan♥♪♫ ]: wish you were here right now so that i could shower you with kisses♥♥♥♥ happy new year cutie~~!!