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Guilty of wandering her thoughts elsewhere, the constant flipping of pages were made. Nothing about their upcoming terms seemed struggling but everything else was distracting. The PRIESTESS grew weary about their mission as thieves, feeling something out of place. It might be her older sibling’s tendency to overthink matters but it played to effect. Never had Queen vocalized those thoughts out of respect for their leader. Only he must make the final calling, not to mention it’ll put them in the spotlight. The unnatural thing that bothers her is how Sae herself ... seems to be ‘ getting away ’ with this case. Why be pushed to the brim of stress and continue pursuing a dangerous group? Those troubling thoughts ate up her concerns, almost neglecting the person accompanying Makoto into this studying session. Stress was contagious as it surfaced around the other’s face. If only there was true strength within the student council president ... ❝ Ann, you look a little down lately. Have things been going well with Suzui-san during your visits with her? ❞

@pnthrlve /// STARTER CALL.

#pnthrlve #♠ ┇ ❝ ic ( MAKOTO )#♠ ┇ ❝ INTERACTIONS #♠ ┇ ❝ verse : break in to break out ( PERSONA 5 )

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

* love ♥ starters. not accepting.

day three in the attic. never had he desired that much to go into a palace. at least there was something to explore instead of being stuck here in the attic. the presence of ann truly was something refreshing. with him only having had morgana and futaba ( and they were already getting sick of him ), he thus complied easier with the demands. ryuji had already gone to go to tae to get said bandages.

“ yeah, it’s been a while since i did so. ” he’d look at his arms. the pain was more dull there, but he still felt it. “ maybe check my wounds to see how far they’ve healed. ”

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❛ i'd have to say the best feature taro has his big, open heart! he's so caring && loving, he's kinda like the dad friend of our group! i mean i can count on him for anything, && i hope knows that he can count on me too! ❜

Compliment my muse’s best feature. accepting.

“ - a dad friend, huh? ” he’d jokingly lean closer to ann, giving her a nudge. “ not a mom one? ” he puts a hand on his chest, but ren couldn’t prevent himself from smirking. “ was it because of my puns? ” still, there’s gratefulness to be found in his eyes. “ but thanks; i’m glad you think of me that way. i’m glad you’re in the team, ann; you and the rest are truly the ones i can count on. ”

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“It was horrible…”

Nightmare Starters! not accepting.

ren would gently hand over a cup of tea, knowing that if he brings coffee, she’ll accidentally stay up the whole night. he sits down, giving the blonde a nod. “ i noticed; you’re quite pale at the moment, ” he says, voice filled with the hints of worries he feels for ann. “ do you want to talk about it? i don’t feel sleepy at all, and saying things relieves the heart. ”

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red was the colour of our blood screaming for rebellion.

➥ rentaro and ann as requested by @pnthrlve

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013. give them food .

♕ ♕SOFT TOUCH MEME|| accepting || @pnthrlve

she wondered: had she ever told the younger girl what her favorite personal flavors were ? if so, then the heiress was delighted to see Ann did indeed possess a dedicate and solid memory. cakes could be of the most various toppings and flavors, but for once, that chocolate cake laying so luxuriantly in both their plates, inside the cute cafe they had just entered, although never tasted before surely looked good enough. inviting, she might have said. which only made the woman eager to try it. the youngest Persona user had professed herself as a connoisseur of places of that kind around the area, of course Mitsuru had to oblige and check for herself if it was true or not.

« I appreciate your curiosity and concern, Takamaki. But I can’t really stand being the one who’s offered food and not give anything in return. We may think of another place to visit, given I owe you – you may choose it. But this slice… »

the smirk accompanying her words turned into a hesitant expression of curiosity. what had she said it was again ? a chocolate and peach shortcake, if she remembered it correctly, a specialty for the little local. although small, her piece could very easily show the creamy filling of the dessert, which did indeed look like a jam of some kind of fruit. the deep scent of cocoa gave Mitsuru the impression the chef’s work had to truly be magistral - many patisseries did often resort in pre-made compounds for bakery products, nowadays. this was mainly for business reasons, and maybe to save some precious time.

Mitsuru instead found the art of creating such beautiful culinary masterpieces way, way more intriguing. partly because she knew, deep inside her heart, she’d have never reached such a level of cooking mastery; but also due to the greater and better taste too. a difference someone like the heiress sure would have easily recognised and determined. Mitsuru gave Ann a nod of her head, before gently touching the little silvery teaspoon.

« -- looks absolutely great. Let’s hurry up and try it ! »

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“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

hurt meme. accepting.

the blood that started to collect in his mouth was gross, but even so he still smiles. all he heard was panther’s voice, and somewhere he hears the angry barks of the other fool. joker himself didn’t even know what was going on, but his stomach hurts. “ panther… ” he spoke, coughing up the first amount of blood out of his mouth. he lets out a whine at the pang of pain, eyes half-closed as he sways between being conscious and unconscious. he lets out a chuckle, but there was no humor to be found.

“ i-i’ll try, ” joker says between coughs, more blood escaping him. the colours started to become hazy, skin colour mixing with blonde and blue. “ just… just make sure i’m out of the fight’s way. ”

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❛ thank god, you're breathing... ❜

Send my muse “Thank god you’re breathing.” for their reaction to waking up finding your muse has brought them back from near death. accepting.

if there was anything ren would describe himself nowadays at, it would be graceful. the fall that he took however? it was like he was five all over again, struggling to stay on the ground, but failing miserably. the only relief he felt when he slipped through the ice and into the water is that at least ann was safe now.

when he awoke, he was surrounded by a load of blankets, wrapped around him as if he was a piece of sushi. ren blinks, surprised by being actually alive. he’d mentally prepare himself for a scolding because ann’s eyes were filled with fire brighter than her usual one. this is going to be a long ride, he thought to himself.

“ … ” he can hear sojiro in his his head.

hooo boi.

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