#okaymused

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hiromi & ella drunk:

[ TXT ] : ur name is so pretty

Ella: oh you pretty bby hiro Ella: i llvvveeee ylyuuuu Ella: ya knw wt i mennn

[ TXT ] : tell me something u never told anyone

Ella: wrong person? Ella: that's weirdly deep Ella: for someone i met like 2 months ago?

[ TXT ] : ur face. god. ur FACE

Ella: Oh God. Ella: where are you? Ella: I'll pick you up.

[ TXT ] : thinking abt u. thinking abt ur hands

Ella: wanna tell me Ella: what you're thinking about my hands doing

@okaymuse

[2econdlead]

“there’s no way your aim’s better than mine.” maria says, tilting her head just enough to look at shoko over the rim of her sunglasses, voice dragging slow with the heat. the air smells of frying batter and sweet syrup and every now and then someone brushes past behind her carrying a paper cup of shaved ice that’s already melting down their wrist. she leans one hip against the counter of the shooting stall, the wood hot enough that she feels it through the fabric of her shorts, and watches the prizes sway lazily in the faint breeze from a nearby fan: sun-bleached plush toys, keychains no one would ever use, a cheap gaudy lighter shaped like a pistol. smoke from a grill drifts past, clinging stubbornly to her hair, and she feels like the whole fair is pressing into her skin. shoko lifts the plastic rifle with that easy, unhurried way she does everything, cigarette still resting at the corner of her mouth. maria raises a hand and slides the cigarette from between shoko’s lips. she takes a drag. “but, drinks are on me all month if you actually hit all four cans.” bold words, considering she's been avoiding direct contact with her bank account’s for two weeks now.

this festival game wouldn't be her first pick. she's not a bad aim, but she's not an excellent one either. she remembers the days she was surrounded by competition in her youth; rowdy classmates egging each other on while she blended away into the background, preferring to sit it out or disappear someplace else rather than be caught up in the middle of it. but, she'll play, and she's wholly immune to the spirit of competition. especially when free drinks are on the line. "you're on." shoko says, sunglasses shoved up on her head. she forgot her own pair somewhere in her room, probably tucked into a jacket, in a drawer, or lying on the bedroom floor beneath her bed. so, she had to buy a cheap one at one of the vendor booths, the loudest red she could find, frames shaped like hearts.

the first pellet hits its target, can flying backwards. she gets ready for the next one, steadying her hold. she's cool. the second pellet almost misses it, but hits it just enough that it teeters sideways and rolls off the platform. it was honestly already going better than expected. the third pellet hits the can dead center, that metallic clang getting more satisfying with each successful hit.

the final one stands lonesome, looking pitiful. she pauses, almost laughing at herself for how seriously she's taking it now. her sly little smile has vanished, brows set in a determined furrow. she thinks she has it when she pulls the trigger and she hears the pellet hit the can, but it hits it at an angle towards the top that only shifts it, not enough to knock it all the way over. what an anticlimactic ending.

"well---" shoko sighs, pulling the ridiculous glasses over her eyes. "can't win 'em all."

since she hit three out of four, the vendor gives her a pick of the smaller prizes. of course, she chooses the pistol lighter, flicking it on to ensure it at least works. then, she tosses it to @okaymused . "you never set the parameters about me losing. you can have this, though. aren't i gracious?"

[2econdlead]

this isn’t from anything you rebloged but ‘’kisses gone wrong’’ prompts reminded me of a platonic version where it’s like… one goes in for a hug or a cheek kiss and the other shifts at the exact wrong second and they bump heads, or they just tense up, and it turns into this painfully comically awkward moment. anyway an episode from shoko & maria early days (sober or drunk).

maria makes shoko curious. it’s the first time that someone out of jujutsu society (and even including most of those within it) really wants to see her. not just the concept of her, but sift through the meat of her. she surprises herself when she realizes that she actually does want to spend time with her, to waste time and feel like this isn’t all temporary.

she can tell maria is more tipsy than she is, grasping her forearm when she nearly trips on the threshold leading out of the bar. but, they’re both laughing, engrossed in this moment.

the humid air hits them all at once and it makes shoko want to run back in and see if she can get a beer to go. a cool drink to ease the remnants of warmth that cling, reluctant to give way to autumn. but, she lets @okaymused loop her arm around hers as they take one step at a time down the block.

when they get to maria’s apartment, she insists shoko stay over. that it would be safer. she hovers by the doorframe as she pushes the door open. it’s another world in there, another layer of friendship. it doesn’t have to be. shoko is good about creating distance. but, she wants this— the warmth that clings.

maybe another night though.

“professor is expecting me earlier than usual. i’ll be fine. i’m not as drunk as you are.” shoko smiles, teasing. she prods her forehead with an index finger. there’s something soft that exists, reluctant and tinged in disappointment, but soft.

she sways forward and shoko, for a second, thinks that she’s about to pass out. she wasn’t that drunk, was she? — a heavy step forward, and she rushes to meet her. it’s too late when she realizes it’s meant to be a hug, meeting each other at the wrong angles. one arm under one of maria's while her other slung around shoko's shoulders.

there's awkward laughter and silence in between as both try to figure out what to do with that. then, they both open their mouths at the same time which furthers the awkwardness of it all until shoko scoffs, shaking her head. "you're tipsier than i thought." another joke meant to alleviate it all.

shoko reaches forward, tussles maria's hair like she's her kid sister. except that might have made it worse because they're the same age. they laugh anyways, an outburst that lasts a few more seconds before shoko angles herself towards the way out.

"text me tomorrow." a genuine invitation. friendship in bloom.

[fancoria]

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Chiori had an incredible amount of work to do this month. But what's surprising about that? Springtime is always incredibly fruitful for her earnings. Lots of people organize banquets, parties, and even birthday celebrations. On top of that, everyone wants to look their best—and she has an incredible reputation.

The woman was getting ready to go out, she wanted to take a little break, because she can't work all the time, when she saw the door to her boutique opening. She sighed heavily. She hated situations like this. She wonders who has the audacity to interrupt her?

Wow. Let's be honest, the woman was surprised to see Clorinde. Chiori considered her the last person who would barge in here. However, even she can be wrong. Her face quickly became professional, avoiding strange and unnecessary gestures or movements. She returned to her typical demeanor. Chiori has to be like that, she only works with the best.

“Welcome to my boutique. What can I get you, miss? I probably have everything you need. Or maybe something special from my typical collection?”