#yuki 01

[doctorgneiss]

@ringoloid

A significant portion of the evening was devoted to standing near the wall, regardless of how unusually social he was feeling.  And, of the time he spent against the wall, most of that was devoted to glaring at the dance floor while sipping a glass of wine.

Business as usual, really.

[covetoushands]

oneeyeghost

Upon arriving in the city, Momoka couldn't help but feel that this was just another bad dream. A cruel session spent in the lower floors of her school, playing to the whimsy and delusions of the current star student. One that she could escape from, so easily, if she had wanted to. By impaling herself on a metal rod, tipping over and falling to her death, drowning, self-immolation... the options were as limitless as the boundaries of her imagination.

And she would have taken that option here if one look at her own body told her hadn't told her the truth. This was reality; no matter how nightmarish it may have seemed. And taking her life twice in the real world... it felt too pathetic. Even for someone as worthless as she was.

And yet with one look at her, it was so tempting to create a knot on her wrist and wake up, wake up, wake upwakeupwakeup. "... Wake up.. a-ahh... Kureha? I-Is that... you look so much... so much... like.."

"... Am I asleep? Is that why you're here? ... No, t-that's impossible. Then... who are you? A.. And why do you look so..."