I've always really liked the quiet, somber tone and imagery of industrial snow world, and the orange scarf worn by the Little Sabitsuki "ghost". To remember a place buried deep in your memory as if it were "haunted" by your past child self... I think it's a really striking way of framing things. (I am a huge fan of .flow's dialogue-free environmental storytelling!)
[Begin ID. A set of 6 photos of brick buildings, a tall brick smokestack, & an orange scarf. There is snow on the ground, & no smoke is billowing from the smokestack, but there is a little steam coming from 2 pipes below it. The daytime sky is cloudy & only slightly blue. There are various rusty metal structures atop a brick building before the smokestack, & there is a metal chain fence in the foreground. End ID.]
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If you were not aware, there exist sprites of older Sabitsuki wearing the orange scarf in the game files, but they are unused:
Photos were taken by me and edited in Photoshop. The scarf is actually pink in real life! Very soft & cozy. +u+
So I’m in Newyork at the moment. Here are my majour purchases thus far
$80 alpaca stuffed animal. He is incredibly fluffy. More fluff than stuff. I love him, he reminds me of my childhood. He’s less than a foot tall but he was worth every single penny I spent. (There is legitimate reasoning for his pricing I swear)
And here is this shrimp (or maybe lobster?) purse I purchased for $55 dollars in Little Italy.
I also bought a Statue of Liberty plush, a $7 wooden comb from China Town, and a marble ball. Also a really nice scarf for a much more reasonable price than I was expecting. Got paid today so I should have about 200 to spend during the rest of the trip
climbed up to the crown in the Statue of Liberty today. Walked over 9 miles and my legs hurt.
the most interesting part of this trip has been how nearly all of the conversations I’ve overheard have been in other languages. The only one I’ve been able to identify for certain was a lady and a man on the ferry to the Statue who were speaking French to eachother. I just find it really interesting how few people I’ve heard who speak English without some heavy accent while I’ve been here.
HI EVERYONE! This is my first fic ever so i am really excited and really nervous as well. English isn’t my first language so it probably has a lot of grammar mistakes, so, i apologize in advance. Feel free to give me some feedback but just go easy on me :c I really really really hope you like it!
You’re a fan and Harry helps you out when you have an anxiety attack at a party OR
You love the 70s’ so does Harry you talk for hours about it and get drunk OR
You have social anxiety and Harry totally gets it = Harry and Y/N being vulnerable about friendship.
Warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol
The distant sound of the music coming out of the building filled your ears while you just hide behind your friend waiting to come inside, the cold air filled your lungs as you breathe hoping the anxiety fades away eventually. You were everything but excited about this party but your friend thought it was a great idea to assist; she was really looking forward to it so you decided to make her company instantly regretting it as soon as you enter the huge room. Honestly what’s so excited about a load of rich stranger people who doesn’t know you at all? you hated in there, just the thought of having to talk to these random people so you don’t die of boredom makes you dizzy and it makes you mad the fact that you really try to interact with people and to fit in in your popular friend’s lifestyle but you just physically can´t.
As soon as you both entered the club some girl approaches to Lara, your friend, and you knew that was it, they started to talk and laugh and eventually she’s going to forget about your shy ass and your whole existence at least for the night. You walked following your friend and hers just in front of you, exanimating the people around you trying not to ask for help but subconsciously wanting to. You got to a table, Lara hugs and greats all of her old friends while you just shake their hand trying to avoid any kind of eye contact, you sat down heavily breathing as you thought about the fastest way out of this situation; get drunk. You started drinking hoping you may actually get the nerve to be part of their conversation.
As some people say; time flies when you’re trying to get as drunk as you can be. After a couple hours the table runs out of beer and you offer yourself to go and get some “I’ll go with you” surprisingly Lara said “I need to pee” she added giggling, the alcohol has already made an effect on her, lucky bastard, right?
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Your way to the bathroom was harder that you expected, it was incredible the amount of people in that place, you kept your gaze down trying not to trip over or step on someone as your friend pulls your hand guiding you so you don’t get lost, you could barely see where you were going, it was so difficult to breathe as well and your short height didn’t help you at all. When you look up to get some air and to spot the bathroom sign making sure you’re not going in the wrong direction you walk into someone.
“I’m sorry” You hardly heard a deep voice behind you, you turned around to answer but the only thing you saw was two big emerald eyes turning away. It hits you, you knew those eyes, you knew that voice, that’s the same voice you’ve been listening to for the last 8 years of your life.
“H-Harry” you say out of breath as soon as you and your friend entered into the bathroom “what did he do this time?” Your friend mocked rolling her eyes kind of tired of every update you tell her about. “No, I mean Harry, I saw Harry” you answered as she closed the toilet cubicle.
It was quite embarrassing admitting that a 22 year old woman stills obsessed with the artists she used to love when she was 15, but most of the time you didn’t care, everyone knows you like “the girl who loves Harry Styles” and it felt good at least being known for something and you were sure growing up with him was one of the most beautiful things that has ever happened to you, he was a really important part of your life and you liked that.
“Harry like in Harry Styles?” she said as she flushed the toilet getting out, you no looked at her nodding “I told you not to smoke before, dear” Lara said as she washed her hands to go out and get the beer you promised to her friends. “Must be that” you say to yourself before following her outside the bathroom on her way to the bar.
You didn’t felt high anymore and unlike Lara you were not even drunk, you were so focused on your thoughts while waiting on the line of the bar that you almost didn’t realized when she left to say hi to a friend of hers disappearing into the crowd. “Shit” you babble knowing she won’t return, as she always does.
“Nice hair” a voice behind you interrupted your panic thoughts about Lara leaving you helpless at that awful party “Pretty much like Farrah Fawcett’s” he continued as your turned around to face him. If your friend leaving you wasn’t enough for your anxiety attack, you had Harry fucking Styles just in front of you not only talking to you but complementing your hair. “Thanks, I grow it myself” you joked trying to avoid the fact that you were crying inside. He chuckled shooking his head “That was a bad joke even to me but I’ll let it slide ‘cause I really like your scarf” he said pointing at the deep orange scarf on your neck.
Following his gesture you looked at your scarf and smile “it’s like you’re out of a retro movie that’s nice” he continued but the only thing you could do was looking at him mesmerized totally forgetting how to speak.
“um, it’s your turn love” he mentioned, with the most beautiful smile on his face, pointing at the bartender who’s waiting for you to order, “oh shit” you mumble to yourself, by this point you totally forgot what on earth will you ask for, so you just ask for two beers; one for Lara and one for you, you reach for your wallet feeling the pressure of the barman and the people on the line behind you, but your head was a mess, your purse was a mess, even your hands were a mess.
“Thought you came alone” Harry spoke again making you realize he was already handing his card to the guy grabbing his own beer and one of yours in one hand, placing his free hand on your lower back barely touching so you move a little giving space for the rest of the people to order their drinks, thank god you would never move otherwise, he takes his card and thanks the bartender smiling at him.
“Thank you, let me pay you for my stuff, I’m so-“you say feeling your face burning and your heart beating fast. “No, no it’s okay, it’s on me” Harry said smiling at you looking deep into your eyes.
“I’m Harry by the way” he introduced himself letting his dimple free “Hi, I’m Y/N, so nice to meet you” you respond shyly “So…who’s the owner of this beer?” you totally forgot about Lara at that moment “oh it’s for my friend, she should come back at any moment” you say trying to find her between all that people, you checked your phone quickly and saw zero messages or calls from her, you turned to smile at Harry but couldn’t help feeling your hands getting sweaty and your heart beat increasing even more now.
“Guess we’ll wait” he adds getting a sip of his beer. “Oh, don’t mind me, you can go, your friends are probably waiting for you” you sincerely say trying not to be a bother
“Well, actually I came with a guy who I barely know, great lad, just didn’t feel like staying alone on a hotel room again you know?” You were trying your best to actually pay attention to him but seeing all those strangers and no trail of your only friend made you feel dizzy and even tho you were trying you just couldn’t connect any word, your ears started to buzz and you felt your head spinning, suddenly the room became smaller and the music even louder.
“You alright, love?” he must have noticed it because his smile abruptly changed into a concerned look. You didn’t want to tell him, what would he think? “oh yeah I’m having an anxiety attack because I can’t find my friend like a 5 years old not finding her mom in the supermarket” that’s just stupid, you thought, you just needed to get out.
“You look pale, do you need something?” the feeling of suffocation at that moment just was too much that you just had to tell him. “I-I need some air, like um I feel I can’t breathe” He rushes to look around trying to find some door or something “come with me” he holds your hand guiding you somewhere you didn’t even know, you follow his lead avoiding some people on your way until you finally spot a big gray door with an emergency exit only sign, Harry opens the door for you to get out walking just behind you.
You took a big breath trying to settle down your breathing* “May I?” Harry ask grabbing gently the knot of your scarf, you nodded “it will help you to breathe better” he says quietly taking it off.
After some deep breathes you started to feel better, you looked around and I was a beautiful quiet place, a sort of unfinished big terrace or back patio with some old cushions with blankets on them and dusty lamps. The silence of the night calming your ears, the cool air tickling your skin and Harry’s concerned gaze, weirdly, made you safe “I’m better now, thank you so much” you say quietly taking a sip of your beer.
“Not a problem love” he smiles at you before walking towards a cushion taking the blanket off making a gesture for you to sit down following you after. “Wanna talk about it?” You sighed deeply looking at your bottle “I-don’t laugh about it.. I don’t like crowed places they make me feel suffocated, even less being alone and well, my best friend never came back I just.. it might sound silly but I felt scared” He never stopped looking at you, when you faced him you could notice he was genuinely worried about you, he wanted just a couple of seconds making sure you have finished.
“It’s not silly at all, don’t say that” he says “Being on your own is always such a vulnerable state and being surrounded by a bunch of people that you don’t know might be really frightening, I get it, and that’s something you can’t control” he continues calming you down a little “I’m really sorry about your friend, ‘m sure she’s gonna come back soon”
“I just hate it, you know? Like I’m always there for her and she doesn’t even care about me when I need her the most, she’s my only friend and it’s like I’m invisible” you let out trying not to cry. ”Yeah I know that feeling, like being unnecessary” he said staring at you.
You looked at him hardly believing what he was saying “yeah, sure” you scoffed “you’re Harry Styles you must be surrounded by people” he looked at you in silence with a smirk on his face for a couple of seconds “you don’t need to be isolated to feel lonely, darling” you looked away quite embarrassed of your comment.
“When was the last time you felt alone?” you timidly asked trying to break the tension. “um…” He looks at his cellphone “…just about four hours ago” he said giving you a warm smile.
“This friend of mine offered me to show me the city but, i-I don’t know” he stuttered “it’s really hard for me to tell when people genuinely enjoy my company or just like being around a …celebrity, God I hate that word” he says taking another sip of his drink “I really struggle with that, I try to go out with different people but I feel always so self-conscious about it”.
You kept looking at him as he talked, feeling petty for him, must be hard to know who your friends really are being in his place. “I’m so sorry to hear that” that’s all that came out of your mouth.
You both drink of your beer enjoying the comfortable silence “how lame are we? Talking about our depressing social life in a party, huh?” You burst into laugh making him giggle “what are we like 50?” he adds laughing about it
“I mean, on your defense, you kinda dress like a 50 years old man” you said with a squeaky voice “Hey, hey, you’re the one who’s wearing a Linda Ronstandt tee, who listens to her now days?” he teases you “uhm excuse me? She has one of the greatest female voices of the last century FYI” he completely ignores that and suddenly started to sing the chorus of you’re not good with such an emotion on his face that made you giggle as you sang with him.
“I just realized we’re out of alcohol, I’ll be right back” he said tapping on your knee before getting up. After a couple minutes he came back with messy hair, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in one hand, two glasses on the other and you just realized he was wearing your scarf fitting perfectly, you never thought he would rock orange as he did.
“wha- where did you get that?” you cried out laughing at him dancing whilst walking forward to your seat “I just walked to the barman and said hey yo, pass me the bottle” he mocks pouring the liquor into the glasses “I felt like Hendrix baby” he smiles at you showing his dimples as he handed you a glass.
You kept talking for hours, drinking and laughing, who would actually not enjoy of his company? Whatever it was a bad joke or a really deep thought it always caught out of guard letting you speechless or out of breath. It made you feel so bad for him, he never should feel such an awful thing as loneliness, he was truly caring, funny and thoughtful he totally deserved to be loved but most important he deserved to felt loved.
“Yeah, yeah, big fan and all but do you prefer Fleetwood Mac with or without Stevie?” he said completely serious as you were trying to decide what Fleetwood Mac song you should listen to next. “I mean, bare trees is such amazing album“ he gasped at this “BUT Stevie totally took them to the top making them as great as they are” you said before he could even complain “I was literally about to leave, Jesus” he said in a relief, you both giggle enjoy everywhere in the background.
It’s been three hours of you chatting, giggling and drinking you just couldn’t help but feeling tipsy and mesmerized by him “you know? Anyone would be so lucky to have you around, you’re a great company, and I mean it” you said staring at him.
“Are you saying you’re just the luckiest woman in the world?” he mocked leaning forward to touch the tip of your nose with his index finger. You could smell the alcohol in his breath. Your gazed followed his lips just before glance a little bit lower just where your scarf was hanging on his strong neck.
“It fits you pretty well, better than me I might say” you said making a knot on the scarf wrapping softly his neck with it. “You should keep it, something to remember me by”
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