#misaki.

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@fifthdimensicn

"hm." it's not a filler word. not stalling, but rather considering, trying to pick the right words out of the available, to string them together the right way.

a single brow ticks upward, ruining the near-perpetual mask of indifference. "you better not be messing with me, shikishima." it is meant to be convivial, though her delivery—aloof and quiet as she so often is—could suggest otherwise.

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@tewwor

her cigarette is squashed out beneath the heel of her sneaker. the wind's relentless—it wouldn't be so bad outside if it stopped blowing.

"all good?"

misaki tugs at the brim of her cap, scrapes at the pavement with her left foot in a last-ditch effort to extinguish some stubborn ashes. she kind of wishes she'd told them to get her a new pack of smokes and something quick to scarf down while they were inside the gas station, but thought better of it.

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@tewwor said: shhh. take it easy. just breathe, breathe…

the birdcage.

something in her chest twangs, hard and sharp and painful. she doesn’t know what it is that pushes her into pressing her body against his, arms connecting behind his back. there’s something hungry and starved about it, childishly wanting. clingy, a voice hisses in the recess of her skull. 

her voice, or her mother’s. she’s not sure.

the quiet rumble of his voice in her ear, flush against his chest, serves as a comfort. a balm. she sniffles, halfway to teary. she wants a cigarette. she wants to stay like this forever, just like she did when they were out in the snow and the cold and looking at the charred carcass of where she grew up.

“ sorry. “ 

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@perceives

her cigarette is squashed out beneath the heel of her sneaker. the wind’s relentless -- it wouldn’t be so bad outside if it stopped blowing. she missed home, both japan and korea, and the long distance calls between her and yusuke weren’t enough. she wanted to be with him.

at least she had his car. no, her car. he’d given it to her. 1987 saub 900 turbo. the blood red exterior got her attention she didn’t really know what to do with, but it held too much sentimental value for her to get rid of it. and why would she, when it worked perfectly fine? if something went wrong with it, she would fix it, and all would be right with the world.

laura’s approach startles her, but she doesn’t let it show in her face. her dog excitedly snuffles at laura’s feet and hands, gathering all she can about what wonders that existed inside the nondescript roadside gas station. misaki tugs at the brim of her cap, scrapes at the pavement with her left foot. she kind of wishes she’d told her to get her a new pack of smokes and something quick to scarf down, but thought better of it when she remembers she’s helping some girl run away, and girls running away don’t often have money to spend on other people, much less themselves. 

she would’ve paid her back, but -- “ got everything you need? “

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@tewwor

​“ ... hmm. “ it’s not just a filler word. not stalling, but rather considering, trying to pick the right words out of the available, to string them together the right way. misaki’s hands fold into her jacket pockets, letting the rise and fall of the record spinning crowd up her quiet, until a crisp inhale parts her lips. 

she blinks, lifts her head from where she’d been staring at the flooring between the space between her firmly planted feet. her converse are a little worse for wear, clean black turned worn and muted with age and frequent use. when her gaze meets yusuke’s, a single brow ticks upward, ruining the near-perpetual mask of indifference. “ what do you mean by that? “

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@tewwor said: i think it shows you to be a very brave person. ( misaki / yusuke! )

do/wnton abbey.

“ nothing brave about it, really. “ misaki shrugs, one-shouldered, sniffs an inhale. her eyes move around yusuke’s face without locking on. “ it’s just living, you know? “

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Ohne Brille süßer imo und paar schöne Shots. Also generell und nicht, weil Pokégirl und so :D