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   “Uh. Hey.”

He had given it time and thought, and with his illness spreading faster than he could hide it, his pride was wearing thin. Especially after the fourth class trial, where he nearly lead everyone to their doom for his belief in Gonta, Kaito had realized he had made mistakes.

Starting with his argument with Kurochi. After contemplating the other’s words and, for once, putting himself in Kurochi’s shoes... 

Well, it was no wonder why he was resistant and angry towards his previous advances. If Kaito was angry for Maki’s verbal mistreatment, then he couldn’t imagine how upsetting it must have been for Kurochi to witness someone strangle his brother... twice.

Needless to say, even if Maki wasn’t a bad person at heart--and Kaito would be damned if he didn’t believe him her still--she had definitely left horrible impressions on the twins. It was only Kurochi’s words that even made Kaito realize that was a huge problem.

   “Can we talk, Kurochi?”

Kaito’s voice, while as loud as ever, was warmer and softer all the while. When he confronted Kurochi, he had been annoyed. Now, he genuinely wanted to get on even footing. 

   “Look--I don’t want to talk about Maki or Kokichi or... whatever. Well, not in the way you’re thinking. I get it if you’d rather I screw off, but... It’d mean a lot if you’d hear me out for a sec.”

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@theoreticallyanrpblog​ continuing this post! [I’m so sorry this took so long and we don’t gotta turn this into a thread if you don’t wanna, but mermaid stuff is fun. ♡]

Kokichi giggled when he heard Shuichi apologise, despite it being his fault that he cut himself on his scales. He clearly remembered the other warning him about it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. It wasn’t everyday that people got to know of the existence of mermaids and mermen, after all. Although they had talked a few times by now, Kokichi had never gotten to try out what it would feel like, and today all discipline and reason flew out of the window.

Admittedly, even after having touched it once and seeing that his finger was bleeding weakly, he’d love trying it again. Just that he’d be a little more careful next time.

“Non non, not at all~! My hand’s perfectly fine!”, Kokichi cheerily answered while revealing his unscathed hand, after having quickly turned around and licking the blood off his finger. He didn’t want Shuichi to worry about a tiny wound.

“Don’t mind me, Saihara-chan. I wanted to hear more about what your days are like, don’t let me interrupt you!”

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Sea Foam

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A day like any other, with overcast skies and a certain dreariness that chased most beach-goers away. It meant peace for Isabella, resting on a rock beneath a pier and enjoying the breeze and spray of missed as waves crashed around it. Not a good day for sunbathing, with the necessary sun currently tucked away behind a grey ceiling, but relaxing nonetheless.

That was, until a sound–a giggle? a child?–reached her ears. Isabella opened both of her eyelids to gaze around for the source of the sound. Ah yes, a child indeed. Perfect luck as well, as she was beginning to feel a bit peckish.

She slid back into the water, searching the rest of the beach for said child’s guardians. None were to be found, however, and a slow smile curled over her face. It was almost too good to be true, she thought to herself as she lazily swam in the child’s direction.

When she thought she was within earshot she hummed, a mournful tune to get their attention.

Patience, patience, patience. She made no threatening moves to begin with, although she didn’t have the friendliest appearance. Perhaps her song would at least lure them into a false sense of security, anyway.

The sound of music had her attention, however, and the kid searched for the source. seeing someone unusual in the waves didn’t phase her, and the child waved. it was a welcoming gesture, but she didn’t come approach. what if this musician was shy? but it was an invitation to come closer.

Frisk was in the shallows still, but company who may be a bit like Shyren got her to just sit in the sand, the water coming up to her chest as she did so.

there was a friendly smile.

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“ey bro. no need ta’ get so rattled. i was just takin’ a break.”

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Advice

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Nervous laughter bubbled up to her lips. She pressed her hand over her mouth, tugging the end of her sleeve up over it to muffle the sound into her coat. It didn’t quite hide her embarrassed grin from view.

Once she got her reaction under control, Wisteria pulled her hand away again.

“Well, uh…” She played with the end of her sleeve. “I mean… I can’t say I’m really much better.”

Maybe that was a bad thing to admit to a child? Oh geez, good job Wisteria. Her desire to be ‘#relatable’ made her seem like a terrible adult, a shirk of responsibility, when the truth couldn’t be farther from that.

“I-I mean, I guess I do have some good life experience. Some. But… there’s definitely better role models out there, but I do my best! You can still count on me, though!”

“sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just... ha. it feels like I know it all sometimes, but that scares me. it feels that at times, I can just... nevermind.” Frisk dropped it there, so suddenly. even so, the way the kids fingers fidgetted with the locket said it wasn’t as simple to drop as she tried to make it sound.

“...sometimes, I feel as if I know the results before they come. and like, I know the results but I have no idea the whys or hows. I don’t know what I’m even trying to accomplish anymore, and when I all I can see is the probability which takes the-the-the essence out of living otu of it and it scares me because of half of the time... I know I’m right. with certainty. and yet, if i were asked why, I have no clue. I don’t know what I'm doing, but noone knows because I’m doing it all right.” it spilled out in vague confusing terms, but she couldn’t admit to the reality. not to another human, for sure.

and not like this. 

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"Fighting”

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“I’m still fighting.”

Wisteria spoke in an unusually bold voice, her eyes bright and determined to match the declaration. It didn’t take long for that confidence to waver, however, and with her hands clasped in front of her, she dropped her gaze to the floor. She wished that she had Puppy with her. Even if they make some snippy remark about her foolishness, their company would be pleasing here.

“I mean…” Boldness gone, she thought to herself that she sounded like a little girl again. “I’m not fighting fighting. Not with fists or–or even with magic. I’m so anxious all the time, and I feel like I don’t deserve to be where I am right now and that I’m going to fail, but…”

She closed herself, and took a deep breath. Once she felt she had a better control of herself, she raised her eyes again.

“…but I’m still fighting to be the best person that I can be. The best witch I can be. I think that’s something.”

“that’s all one can do. in that sense, I’m fighting too.” the smile was warm, and a hand extended. “I think I understand a bit what you mean. nothing good feels deserved, does it? it seems as if something went wrong, that rewards aren't deserved.” or that they wouldn’t last.

“anyways, when it comes to magic? I’m sure everybody could help out. I know for a fact that monsters know quite a bit, and everyone’s gotten to knwo you by now! some of the others may still be wary, but they’re trying. i know for sure Toriel would love to help if you asked.”

“...anyways, trying our hardest is the most we can do.”

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@theoreticallyanrpblog -  “Sorry to have kept you waiting.”

“Don’t be! I wasn’t waiting very long!”

Because she’d also been late to their prearranged meeting place. One moment, she’d had all the time in the world to get ready and arrive, so she’d decided that she suddenly had the urge to reorganize her entire room. Then she’d blinked and all that time was gone out of nowhere, and she found herself in a mad rush.

Fortunately, she still got there first.

“Sorry if I sound out of breath, I kinda ran over here,” she admitted with her own apologetic smile.

│⚙️│ “I’m thankful you didn’t have to wait very long. But it still doesn’t excuse my tardiness!”

Kiibo looked rather frustrated with himself for getting distracted, especially after having reminded himself of their meeting time many times within his system. But when it came to attempting to pry Kokichi away from him, it always took a while to get the supreme leader to leave him alone. And by the time he’d managed to get away from him, he was already late to their prearranged meeting. If he were human, he’d be breathing heavily from attempting to sprint to a place in a such a short period of time.

Though he didn’t need to, he wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand, something he recognised humans doing whenever they’d ran for long distances.

“No worries. Are you okay?” Kiibo queried, scanning Kaede carefully. She appeared well, apart from the breathlessness, which reassured him. “I apologise myself for my late arrival. But now we are here, we may spend our time together doing what we wish!” 

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