Sep 6, 2018
jokerusu replied to your post: If your twin suddenly turned into a yoshi would...
“That’s MY job.”
“How dare you! Why are YOU allowed to be piggy backed but I am NOT?!”
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jokerusu replied to your post: If your twin suddenly turned into a yoshi would...
“That’s MY job.”
“How dare you! Why are YOU allowed to be piggy backed but I am NOT?!”
jokerusu replied to your post: jokerusu replied to your post: ...
I don’t know, but apparently if you switch his tie accessory while he’s in your party, the tie stays in your inventory even after THAT part and i’m in pain now
oh.
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O H .........
jokerusu replied to your post “- ♔ - “My…how vulgar. Is it not a bit early for pillow talk?”
"I apologize.."
- ♔ -
He seemed so genuinely sorry, it was hard to tease him.
“Ah, if you work on that look I believe I shall start calling you a puppy rather then a cat. You certainly do pout quite well.”
@jokerusu ♥’d for a starter.~
"Ahaha, have you seen the names on some of these things?!”
A laugh, bright as the flames at her command, left the Lovers as she held aloft the stack of packets she brought with her to LeBlanc. There’s other goodies in the canvas bag she brought with her, but she’d get to those later. For now, she was bound and determined to get the Fool in a sheetmask because the mental image was just--it was too good. It was better than the ludicrous names that revealed themselves when she fanned the foil packets just so into a veritable rainbow of skincare options.
“Love You Berry Much, If You Shea So... and Sea You Soon! And there’s more where those came from!”
Unable to help the giggle that left her, the Lovers shoved the options into her friend’s face, her smile tinged with the teensiest bit of mischief as she peeked overtop the impromptu display.
“So tell me, Akira... which one do you wanna try? Because Totally Tea-riffic is mine.”
jokerusu replied to your post: He’s going to fight the heat but doesn’t know if...
Fans him.
“Thanks, but it’s probably going to take more than that..”
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓸𝓵
Routines were quite mundane.
Sitting idly on the train, returning from his high school, Akira found himself nodding off against the glass pane that provided a relatively bleak view of the countryside that neighbored his hometown. It was lonely, since ending his probation a little over three months prior, he had returned to his parents’ custody to return to his previous life. It was a strange adjustment period, his friends from Shujin academy were no longer quite tangible as they had been, a day’s journey away in order to just see them. Though he had some friends here, it was strange, like as if he had to maintain a facade in order to interact with them.
They did not know him, the real him, the him who traversed the darkness of peoples’ hearts in order to bring them to a fiat justitia of sorts. Akira was no longer an average highschooler, at least in his mind, but he could no longer discuss this feeling of misplacement with his cohorts. Casting stormy hues to his cell phone, he let a soft smile crack on his lips as he saw the group message from the former Phantom Thieves flash on the screen. He would need to plan a visit soon, if not for Futaba’s sake, then for his own; or so he justified as he placed the phone in his pocket.
The sound of the brakes screeched through the murmurs of fellow passengers. Breaking his day dream, he paused as the once familiar announcement of the stop along the Highashiyama line rung out admist the sudden silence, “Chikusa”, his stop. Allowing a hollow sigh, he stood from his seat, exiting into the less than busy Chikusa station. Though, it was nice to be back in his actual room, and not a storage room, he did miss the back alleys and the quaint and almost rustic comfort of his temporary room at Le Blanc. The house smelling more of clean laundry and gardenias rather than curry and freshly brewed coffee.
Laying flat on his stomach upon his bed, Akira closed his eyes, reaching to move glasses that no longer adorned his face. A small, shallow, laugh escaped the teen as he lamented on the fact he only wore those fashion glasses to divert attention from himself. A mask of sorts, to make him appear far more reserved and meek than he really was. It worked, but only to an extent, disregarding the fact Akechi Goro had figured out his position as leader of the phantom thieves regardless of his withdrawn persona.
Leader of the phantom thieves.
That thought lingered in his head a moment more before he let a yawn escape his lips. Even if he had been on a wrongfully prescribed probation, he was glad in a way he had come across Shido. If he hadn’t, he never would have met all the people he did when he enrolled in Shujin academy. Futaba and Seijiro would still be struggling with the constant investigations by Sae, who would still be under a corrupt regime. Kamoshida would still be harassing Ann and Ryuji, beating up on Mishima and who ever else was hapless enough to join the volleyball team. Madarame would still be abusing Yusuke’s talents. Haru would have been sold off to her misogynistic fiance. So many things that were unjust would still be happening, and Akira would have been none the wiser.
A small smile formed on his face, taking solace in the fact that the phantom thieves had been so impactful. All of them, his friends, worked so hard and risked their lives to make Japan a better place. He was proud, in a way, and now those days were gone and it was time to return to being an average high schooler.
“...?!”
Grey eyes opened suddenly, a sense of fear gripped him as confusion filled his mind. Just a moment ago he was laying in his bed, recounting the days he had spent at Shujin Academy with his friends, but now he was far removed from that comforting place. Hands gently swept over deep blue tile, it was abnormally cold against his skin as finger tips traced intricate patterns before him. Glancing around at his surroundings, he appeared to be in a twisted mockery of a... palace? Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, a cold breeze rushed through the air and sent a chill down Akira’s spine.
“This place?” Akira said out loud to himself. Quickly, recalling his previous encounters with palaces, he expected to see himself in his Joker outfit, but alas he was still standing in his pajamas. He wasn’t deemed a threat? More so, how had he managed to once more return to the meta verse? Something was wrong, the defeat of the Holy Grail in Mementos should have made it impossible for him to be here. “Where am I?”
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More than four years passed after what was the last time Goro saw Akira. More than four years from the moment when he was supposed to die. More than four years of him thinking about Akira, regretting his own betrayal and wanting to apologize. And yet, he couldn’t do so right after he was let out from juvenile detention. He wasn’t able to. A few months passed.
What was holding him back was fear and thoughts that it was really not a good idea. On the other hand, he missed the raven so much it was almost unbearable. Why, though? Such a long time had passed, he was already supposed to forget him. Just as he could bet he was forgotten by the other.
Still...
One day, his feet led him straight to the front of cafe Leblanc. He couldn’t be certain that Akira was still (or again) there but... If the other didn’t change that much, Goro could bet he would be there. Back then, Akira seemed to really love the place and people there and he didn’t seem like a type who could abandon something that caught his heart for a long time. And Goro’s theory just proved true as soon as he entered the cafe and saw Akira there.
Even though he expected to meet the other there, the shock from seeing him was still strong. Goro forgot to breath as soon as his gaze locked itself on the raven and he felt heat filling him inside as Akira’s eyes fell on him. Damn, it was too intense... All the memories of the other being kind to him flooding his thoughts fast. All the fear from being rejected and thrown out fighting with them.
“Long time no see, Kurusu-kun...” he heard himself to say despite the disaster inside of him, his fake, polite smile slowly forming on his face. It was the only way for him how to cope with this situation.
@jokerusu replied to your post:
" Sleep is important, you know. "
“ Can’t convince me. I’ve seen straight through it. All you need is two cans of energy drink, a cup of lemonade, a couple strips of dried seaweed and a can of tuna. Sleep’s a lie I don’t believe in when there’s more important things at hand. ”