#iwtv#interview with the vampire#assad zaman#the vampire armand
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❈ ➵ ᵒᵇᶳᵉᶳᶳᶤᵒ ➵ ❈
“ Mami-san. How interesting to have your attention.
Come, sit. Would you like to have tea with me?”
POCKY! (From here or Mami cause im too lazy to switch lol)
It was rare anymore, to see Kyouko actually having the biscuit snack. So, on a rare day she had them, and had been somewhat interrupted by the image of Mami biting at the other end, of the stick she had already between her lips, she blushed, a bit confused. "M-Mami-san? W-what're ya doin'?"
Tenth Time's The Charm (for Timeddrills)
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It was an odd, vivid dream.
Mitakihara was in ruins, Sayaka's friends and only family was dead, and she was also on the verge of dying. But. for some reason, Sayaka didn't feel afraid in this dream. But this wasn't the death she sometimes fantasized, either.
In her dream, she was lying on broken concrete. Her right arm was extended to the air, free of scarring: it was as if she had never been in that car. She wasn't scrawny anymore, either. She said something but couldn't understand what she was saying, holding an odd jewel in her hand.
For some reason she didn't understand, she was smiling and crying.
Someone stood over her, in this dream, holding some sort of gun, aimed at her jewel. And then, some words were said.
And with a single shot, it was over.
Sayaka couldn't help but stare at the ceiling once it was all over.
She found herself with her hand also outstretched into the air: but much unlike her skin was miscolored and scarred. What was the deal with that...? Well, at least she didn't oversleep... for once.
She treated the morning like any other: she sent a good morning text to Madoka (still sick, another day on her own: great), took a quick shower, and applied her bandages.
"Mornin'," her dad called as she walked through the living room, the teal-haired girl flashing her father a smile.
"Mornin' dad. Eating here for once?"
"Gonna be at meetings all day: ain't got time to eat at Dai's like usual. Ya oughta eat something yourself, Sayaka: ain't healthy to never eat breakfast."
"I eat a big lunch, grandpa,"
"Heeeey, now, that ain't right!" her father responded, earning a little laugh from his daughter. "Might not be the youngest dad out there, but it ain't like I'm old!"
"You're 65 dad: you ain't young either," she teased, heading out the door. "... When'll you be back?"
"You better be in bed by the time I get back: it's a schoolnight!"
"... Right," he didn't catch the disappointment in her tone. "Later dad."
She walked by herself this day, tugging on her hoodie to try to keep the right side of her face as covered as she could do the best of her ability.
Just like any other day, the start of the new month, no different from any other.
Let's just get this over with, she thought, entering the building.
Today was important right? At least she felt like it was. Something in the air maybe? Something about whatever she was doing. Oh yeah, she was having breakfast at her senpai's apartment before walking to school with her. Sayaka hurried on, wanting to have as much time with Mami as she could have. She had some fresh vegetables and fruits with her, knowing very well that Mami would likely have just about everything.
She hummed to herself, knocking on the door. "Senpai~! I'm here~!" She was very pleased with herself for NOT SLEEPING WHILE SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SOMEWHERE. LIKE A CERTAIN REDHEAD ALWAYS DID. Sayaka was actually punctual. And she held herself in high regard for it.
I have a mighty need to do something with the time traveling Mami. Cause Sayaderp here wants to be the hero she's dreaming of. I think I'm going to do it.
You did this. Now fix it. Pronto. No excuses.
That was enough. That was way more than enough. You don't just put that in front of me and expect me to do nothing about it. You'd have better luck putting a freshly caught fish in front of a starved bear and expecting it not to come at you.
Now I have a strong urge to do more SayaMami. We know who to thank.
