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( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO !

@vvigilante

What?

She stares at his message in shock, worry...The watering can in her hand dropping as she can feel that instinct to protect wash over her. It took her a good portion of self restraint to not slam her shop’s door and get on the next train to Tokyo.

Her son needed her.

But...

Miho’s fingers hover over her phone, should she call him? What was wrong? Was he still...Mad at her? So many questions...But he needed her now.

[Text: My Floffy Son]: Remember when you were little and got upset?

[Text: My Floffy Son]: I’d find you hiding in my garden, pouting and trying hard not to cry. You wanted to prove that you were fine, but I’d sit beside you and tell you about the flowers around us. Then you’d feel better and start picking flowers and put them in my hair? Then I’d do the same to you?

[Text: My Floffy Son]: We’d come home with so many flowers in our hair. You got mad once when you had to get those petals out of your hair before trying to shower me with them ha ha. 

[Text: My Floffy Son]: You smiled and laughed so much, you forgot what got you upset. All thanks to the flowers...I’m a call away hon. I’ll be there if you need me. Okay?

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Visiting cafes was a habit that Goro hadn’t abandoned even during his last four years and as soon as he was able to taste freedom again, he was also tasting a cup of coffee in a nearby cafe as well. To go for a cup of the strong, hot drink every day became his ritual, even if with everything else, he was trying to save as much as possible. Times were hard and finding a job after being in a juvenile detention was even harder.

That day, he was enjoying his coffee in silence, scrolling on his cellphone, half-focused on job offers on the internet, making a mental notes of which ones he could apply for and hope he could get some out of them. At some point, he absent-mindedly looked out of a window and then at a person who was currently sitting next to him (honestly, as deep in thoughts as he was, he hadn’t even registered somebody sitting next to him). To whom his gaze fell on, however, almost made him drop the cup he was holding in his hand. 

Out of all people, there was Kurusu Akira sitting there! Still, it looked like he didn’t notice him yet or he did but didn’t recognize him.... Should Goro try to escape then? But... He did want to apologize to Akira for everything one day, that day just... came way too soon.

Frozen on the spot, he kept thinking about the options he had until it was already way too late and Akira’s eyes were suddenly looking into his own. 

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          “i really don’t see how that’s a bad thing,” mikey came across humans who thought that the fact that they lived in the sewer was gross, and quite frankly, he didn’t understand why. 

          “we grew up pretty well, well fed and taught to protect ourselves. so really it’s not that bad.”

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          “p-pansage get back here!!” cilan yelled out as he ran after the green monkey like creature. having been taken to a land that wasn’t familiar was one thing, but having his pokemon run from him like this was completely another. 

     he just hoped that his companion wouldn’t get all too far. 

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“You guys got another request done, huh?” Mishima held up his phone, which was open to a topic on the Phansite.  It was small, but you could read the text if you were close enough.  “They’re thanking you.  Pretty cool, huh?”

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               ❝ akechi—? you’re getting in on this too? ❞ do you hear that? it’s the sound of akira’s soul promptly shriveling up and dying just like the potted plant in his room that he keeps forgetting to buy nutrients for.

               ❝ h-hey, i never said anything! why is everyone making such weird assumptions all of a sudden? ❞ it totally has nothing to do with the fact that he offhandedly mentioned being willing to strut around in a cherry red catsuit. or… literally everything else that’s come out of his mouth on this very eventful evening. ❝ c-c’mon akechi, you’re a detective. s-shouldn’t you know not to make assumptions? ❞ a laugh, too shaky and uncertain to be genuine. ❝ i’m not all fifty shades behind closed doors or anything! ❞

“I believe you, truly! But when you say something like that it’s hard not to be a bit curious. You just don’t seem to be that type, that’s all.” He clears his throat for a moment, although it may have sounded just a bit like a muffled chuckle.

“You are correct, I should know better than to assume but it’s kind of difficult not to when you are so easily laying out evidence, don’t you think? If someone told me instead of you saying it up-front, it would be significantly harder to assume.”

There goes the faked concern, Goro is definitely enjoying this more than he ought to.

“Besides, the more you deny it in such panic, the more likely it seems that there is something about it, no?”

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He hadn’t actually known that this particular delinquent was working here.  Nor that he was living here.  But it’s raining outside, and this looked like as good a place as any to relax and take some time for himself.  It’s even worse that the rain was sudden, and quite the downpour.  His hair lost its curly volume, which is a shame since that’s the one thing he happens to like about his appearance.  Ruined by the flippant nature of the weather.  Just his luck.

Fleur rolls his eyes, taking a seat farthest away from the working teenager.  He expects to be left alone, but finds that he’s incredibly dedicated to his job.  A trait to admire, he supposes.

“... Can you make a macchiato with a shot of espresso?”

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Focusing on the ground Sayaka urged herself to breath as she walks with the crowd. The mass of people around her makes her stomach clench uncomfortably as she keeps walking. Her fingers clench the bag held close to her chest a little tighter.

Just keep your eyes focused down Sayaka. Don’t make eye contact with anyone it’s fine. Once you get on the train go straight home...

The woman’s throat tightens as she feels a person brush right by her shoulders and her head lifts up.

An overwhelming urge to hide falls over her and she immediately begins to pivot around. Maybe hiding out under one of the many shop’s canopies or just a little space away from the crowd would help her breath. She just wants to get away. Sayaka honestly thought she could handle the crowds without a break, but she can’t she needs to-

“Ah! I’m so sorry!”

Her head bumps right into a stranger’s chest, the bag in her hands falling as she bows before kneeling to grab it, “I-I’m so so sorry I’ll move just let me...” She winces and pulls back her hand as it gets stepped on by another stranger passing her by.

Biting her lower lip she holds back her tongue before collecting her bag and bowing again, “E-Excuse me.” It’s getting harder to breath...She can’t stand the crowds. Hide, hide now!