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❝This is not your… not your fault. Promise me… you’ll escape from this place.❞ (urie)
prompts. / accepting
NO NO NO “i’m not leaving you here” this place, suffocating. but i fight, fight and fight. you deserve a better life than this, you sunshine of the darkest days, i admit, you make me happy, death better not take you now. “you’re not leaving me either. come on” back on your feet, i cannot see the ground, but i will push through. for the sun deserves to keep on shinning.
‘ i saw this in the movies once. ’
DID SHE REALLY? The content that the media pushed forth, the subjects presented on film, how graphic such themes were. You couldn’t help but love it, to witness tragedy unfold before your eyes as you sit peacefully on your torn up couch, you didn’t even have to move to see BLOODY HEAVEN. A sick grin forms across your features, eyes twinkle in the dim-lighting, your mood being similar to that of a playful mutt. ❝ So then you MUST know that this is the part where you run for your life, or DIE where you’re standing! ❞ You let a girly giggle emit, right hand covering your mouth, almost like a teenage girl poking fun at a classmate. Eyebrows furrow together, a notion being born, ❝ BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW YOUR LINES! ❞ You had known your’s well, after all you’ve had years and years to master the script. But if the other didn’t know their part of the stage play, THE SHOW WOULD BE RUINED!
❝ IF YOU DON’T REMEMBER THEM, they go a little like this! ❞ Your knees come together, hands meeting with pink cheeks, nails digging into your flesh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. ❝ OH PLEASE OH PLEASE MUMMY DON’T HURT ME! OH MUMMY LET ME GO! ❞ Body snaps back to it’s original stance, your left index finger pointing at the other, and your snap you fingers together on your right hand. ❝ Did you jot that down? Or am I going to have to go over it again? ❞
@saikohell
"hey! mucchan!!" she launches herself onto his back, pressing her cheek against his and rubbing them together. "saiko needs a partner to play mario kart with. come on!"
for a moment , the suddenness of her arrival startles him , forces him to intake a few deep breaths in order to calm his ever - beating heart. after a few moments , he gives a tentative smile. ❛ mario kart ? is that a video game ? you know i’m no good at them , yonebayashi...i probably wouldn’t be much fun to play with , even if i did know the controls. ❜ he hasn’t the heart to deny her upfront , but video games have never really been his sort of thing , after all. ( for that matter , almost none of his &&. saiko’s interests line up , now that he thinks about it. ) he pats her head gently. ❛ shirazu or teach would probably be more than happy to play with you , though. i can just watch , i’m happy with that. ❜
Lurid colors flash against a television screen, eyes plastered to it, brows furrowing ever so slightly behind unruly bangs. There wasn’t much understanding of the rules of the game as he was tossed into the ring hazardously. No time to even decline the invitation to be engrossed in multiple rounds of Smash, among various fighting games. Despite the distinct coldness surrounding the detective, there wasn’t much arrogance. They would admit faults and admit defeat, albeit the latter was bitterly and with deceit. But owning up to the undeniable fact he could not hold his own in animated combat, was fine. Near would have preferred to be working. That’s all he seemed to like to do. Despite the two of them sitting in almost silence ( apart from the agitating sounds and music coming from the tv ) this was actually becoming overwhelming. Lights and sounds and rapidly moving images was a cause for over - stimulation, or at least confusion. He couldn’t even tell which character he was! There were like eight on the screen! Finally though, it ended in Near’s defeat. Saiko was a nice young woman. A bit odd yes, but she was more tolerable than many within the ccg. Maybe that’s why he stuck with this for the past thirty minutes. ❝ ...I’m not good at this. ❞ Near breathed. Their tone wasn’t perturbed at all despite the mild annoyance. Grey eyes glance at his opponent. She didn’t go easy on him did she? Maybe she knew he’d be even more pissed if she had. ❝ This isn’t a skill I need or am interested in having. You’re well practiced though Miss Yonebayashi. ❞ The glance fell back towards the tv which was stuck in character select. ❝ Have you done anything productive today? ❞
@saikohell
One by one, she places stickers on his face.
… this is … a somewhat cruel twist of fate. NOSTALGIC, maybe. but cruel. raking his memory, he strives to recall if his patience had ever been tested in quite this way before. NO SUCH memory arises from his search, though he does remember his patience was far from perfect back then.
& patience had only worsened NOW, years later, when it had been tried by far more than unruly coworkers & stacks of paperwork. years later … & he feels as though he sits on the edge of a blade because he’s back. IN THE STUPID FUCKING C C G —- just because he had been weak to persuasion when that distorted kagune had erupted through the city.
back temporarily, & trying to remember how patience once weighted his muscles —- a certain individual had recognized ( or heard rumor ) that he was one of the investigators who had been butchered & branded as dead & created around the same time the QUINX squad had been.
—- BRIEFLY : he wonders if she confuses him for amon. & so he shakes his head, closing his eyes to think on patience & to ward out the vision of more stickers coming towards his skin.
‘ THIS —— ‘ he begins through gritted teeth. ‘ is either a nervous habit, or you’re unnaturally fearless. that can’t be a characteristic of a quinx. unnatural fearlessness can’t be surgically implemented. haha. ‘
UNPROMPTED : @saikohell
"ucchan! saiko made cookies!" ignoring the disaster in their shared kitchen, she darted up to him, shoving the sugary confection in his mouth. "they're good, right? right?"
“a-” you don’t really have any time to reply, everything is shoved into your mouth before you could do so. but you chew, it tastes, decent. not as bad as you were expecting seeing the state of the kitchen. “it’fs, alright”
❝What is this? Is it edible? I haven’t eaten in minutes…❞
prompts. / accepting
“it is and i think you’ll like it” she was right, the colourful display in front of you looked almost way too good to be eaten. “just try it and tell me what it tastes like, yeah?”
‘’ saikohell
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