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“another day, another goddamn migraine.” Groaning out loud, fingers reach up to pinch against his temples. “Can someone tell me what the hell is goin’ on here?? And why the hell are children runnin’ around without a guardian?”
Anemone’s eyebrows furrowed; she sincerely hoped that this man wasn’t referring to her. She was no child, if only by her own opinion.
“How should I know?”
“I was brought here without my consent, just like everyone else.”
@bileygrking
Anemone woke before Dominic, a rarity in many cases, although understandable. The man had exhausted himself from taking care of the pilot, and had come to finally rest upon her couch only after she herself had fallen asleep the night prior. When she rose, Anemone was quick to find Dominic still asleep, and spent a few moments staring at him.
Her eyes were still slightly swollen from the previous day’s bout of crying and tantrum-throwing. Still, she paused to look at him, noting how vulnerable he seemed as he slept. Did she look the same? The notion made her frown.
Anemone reached down and pinched Dominic on the cheek; not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to at least make him stir.
“Hey.”
“Wake up.”
gunbulletxxx:
➾ “Uh…” She’d put the keycard to her apartment down on a flower garden ledge for like 0.5 seconds (more like 4 minutes) when she had to use the bathroom only to come back to it being smothered by… “What is this thing?” It was big and looked heavy. An animal of some sort? An overfed sloth? It looked like someone was feeding it at least.
“Is this someone’s pet? Kinda need it to move.”
@valhallaswell
The supposed ‘sloth’ rolled over, letting his stomach show as he continued to sun-bathe on the ledge. He was clearly quite comfortable, and gave no indication of moving any time soon. This was especially evident upon the arrival of a particularly winded pink haired teenager, whose clicking heels were the only precurosr to her running onto the scene.
“Gulliver!” Anemone was quick to yell, her attention preoccupied with scolding her pet. She didn’t even notice the other girl, at least not at first. “Uh...”
“He didn’t eat anything of your’s, did he?” It was a bad habit of the badger’s, unfortunately.
bileygrking:
Anemone was suddenly crying because of the words he had said. He assumed it was his fault. it was always his fault. He shook against her not knowing what to do, becoming more frantic.
Before he could do anything they both tipped over. He flew backwards hitting the ground harshly, but trying to cushion Anemone as they both fell back. Her tears were already falling in his face, her face a few inches from his.
“Wh-why are you crying? I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”
Dominic leaned up and touched his lips to the corner of her eye. He was not even thinking about anything else, besides wanting her to stop shedding tears. All he could think of was comforting her.
Everything else in his mind was a blur, just thoughts of Anemone immediately in front of him. The way her shoulders shook, her choked out breaths, the muffled noises of her crying as she tried to hold back tears even now were what made up his whole world.
“Please don’t cry anymore. It’s alright…”
At Dominic’s gentle touch, her breathing momentarily hitched-- he was always like this, wasn’t he? He was always trying to help her... even though she didn’t, and still couldn’t, fully understand. Before Dominic, no one comforted her when she cried; no one came back again and again after her tantrums as he did.
Anemone sniffled, feeling Dominic embrace her. Even Gulliver came out of hiding, coming to lay his body against Anemone’s leg; a gentle gesture, one the badger often gave when she was in distress.
The pilot let her body slowly relax, tears still dreaming down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them all away, but each was soon replaced. What did normal people do when they were being comforted? She did not know; would Dominic know if she asked him? Anemone considered voicing her thoughts, but nothing came out but a croak left over from her sobbing.
He’s not lying... has he ever lied to me?
As she considered such a thing, Anemone let herself lean on Dominic, relaxing ever so slowly against his frame. The more she considered it, the less comparisons Anemone found between Dominic Sorel and Dewey Novac.
galahdhero:
He saw, oh he saw. It was fatter up close then he would have liked, after all its a wild animal and most wild animals belong in the forest, or at least in their dinner plates. But…it looks tamed? Perhaps. Time will tell.
“Alright, alright.” putting the cat down so he can put his hands up, maybe as a sign of apology? “I’m sorry, I should have known better.” though there was slight laughter in his tone as he admits a almost apology. At least he’s not spitting out further insults right?
“So, he got a name?” turning to friendly thoughts…
Dangling from his owner’s arms, Gulliver gave the man a strikingly blank stare. There was very little going on within the badger’s mind, and there was no way to hide that fact from anyone.
At his apology, Anemone smirked. That was more like it, she thought.
“His name is Gulliver,” she began, moving to hold him more carefully in her arms; despite his obvious weight, the pilot was able to maneuver him as if he was light as a feather. “He’s just the cutest badger, don’t you think?”
Whether or not he agreed, Anemone would still think that Gulliver was the best pet that anyone on this island could ask for.
bileygrking:
“It’s for you.”
Dominic had not slept in days and it was obvious on his face. On his best days he looked like a twenty year old trying to look forty. He was already starting to show wrinkles and stress. His baby face never had the happy go lucky expression on him that one expected someone so young to have. He was the exact opposite of carefree, with every fiber of his being.
He cared way too much. It always showed so obviously on his face.
“You’re always in pain, and there’s nothing I can do about it. When I see you all alone in pain like that…trying to be strong… it kinda hurts me…”
Dominic barely flinched when Anemone approached him. He should have expected to be pushed away or even struck by now. Any other human would have had a reflex to defend against it.
Dominic did not move because Anemone needed her next to him right now. He cared even when it hurt. That was in his nature. That was why he wanted to seem uncaring to everyone else in the world, but he could never appear that way. Not for her.
“That’s why, I want to see you smile more than anyone else. If everyone else brings you pain, then I don’t want to be the person that ever hurts you.”
Whatever answer she had been expecting to hear from Dominic, what he said was not it.
Her shoulders slumped as he spoke, her eyes widening ever so slightly. He did it... for her? He wanted her... to not hurt? It didn’t make any sense.
Anemone blinked, her lips slightly ajar; it looked as if she was preparing to say something, but the words, nor her voice, did not come.
A long moment of silence passed between the two of them as Dominic finished speaking, so much so that even Gulliver peeked out from his hiding space to look at both of them.
Liar.
As soon as the thought entered her mind, Anemone’s expression contorted from a blank to rage, all within a few seconds. Her hands, weak as they were even now, reached out to grasp at the collar of Dominic’s shirt. Her fists, balling up the fabric of his attire, shook as she began to speak.
“You... you’re lying, aren’t you...?”
Despite the little strength Anemone had, she did her best to shove Dominic down, coming to sit over him upon the floor. Tears pricked at her eyes, soon dripping down to Dominic’s face.
“You have to be-- why would you, why would anyone.... care about me...? I’m just... I’m just a fake...!”
Her body began to heave, her crying and sobbing steadily increasing with each word and breath.
“If you’re lying, I’ll, I’ll... I won’t ever forgive you!”
galahdhero:
There was a cat in his arms when he turns around, making sure that nothing is amiss before he jumps down, cat still in his arms. Sure he could have climbed without wasting a warp, but sometimes he likes to waste things and make sure that people and animals get down to safety in the nick of time.
“Nothing much, just saving cats you know.” he puts the cat down, noticing in a instant the fat ass badger beside the girl.
“So, what up. Need anything?” not that he could provide considering that he has shit ton of things to do before anything else happened so far. “And…whats up with the…rat.” points to the badger.
Anemone noted the cat as he moved down, his reasoning for being in the tree now clicking within her mind. It made sense, she figured, but couldn’t cats climb down by themselves? Her badger could do that, so why couldn’t cats?
Perhaps she might have asked the man those very same questions, had he not spoken first.
“I was just... wondering.” Anemone was quick to respond, and was about to speak again when her dear pet was brought up. The calm expression she was wearing quickly turned to annoyance.
Gulliver had been sniffing in the cat’s direction when Anemone hoisted him up, holding the obese badger in the air so that the man could look at him properly.
“He’s not a rat! He’s a badger, see?”
for-hope:
“Oh,” he said, “That’s very kind of you.” It came out a little distant, maybe even sounding disinterested, as if he doesn’t understand the real privilege he was being offered. But that’s not the intent. In reality, the offer had just dislodged a memory in the tangled mess that was Komaeda Nagito’s brain.
Once, when he’d been little, a tree had fallen over in his yard and knocked a hole in the fencing and his dog had run off. He’d walked through the woods near his house for hours, shaking the bag of treats they’d given him at the pet store, calling his name.
The memory played through his mind totally unbidden. That poor dog, who’d been stuck with such a clingy boy as he’d been. Who’d died, terribly and gruesomely, because the boy who’d picked him out, who’d loved him, had such horrible luck.
That dog that had trotted up to him in the woods after he’d fallen down a slope and started to cry, even though he’d dropped all the snacks in the tumble.
Why did he have to remember that? Why couldn’t his stupid rotting brain get rid of such useless memories.
He looked away from his companion, trying to make it seem natural, but having absolutely no idea what natural would really look like.
“Jam,” he repeated. He tries to remember. “Yes, I think I saw a stall selling that…” Try as he might, he can’t recall exactly where it had been. He can remember the smell of the fur of a dog he hasn’t seen in over a decade, but he can’t recall which direction the cart selling jams and jellies was. He’d been walking around this market for a while, so there really was no saying. “I’m sorry. I don’t have the best memory.” But what he does have is luck. “If I were to guess though, I’d say it was that way. So that’s probably where it is.”
That was just more of his good luck, the ability for his talent, as pathetic as it was, to make up for some of the bad luck it threw his way. If he relied on his memory, it was a gamble. If he relied on his luck, it was a sure thing. And to Komaeda, this backwards state of affairs didn’t even seem weird anymore.
As a complete oddity of a person herself, Anemone did not immediately recognize the distance between her newfound companion’s mind and his actions; she was far too busy searching for Gulliver, even though she did not step too far away from Komeada at first.
However, when she finally turned back to face the other teen, Anemone soon realized that not only was Komeada unfocused on her given task, he was mentally somewhere else entirely. She knew that distant look well, as she herself had bore it countless times. Rather than sympathize, or even grow curious about the reasons for the man’s state, Anemone immediately became annoyed.
“Hey!” She slapped her hands together, directly in front of his face; she was demanding his full attention, and would not allow him to give her anything less. “If you think it’s this way, then let’s go already!”
Without hesitation, Anemone grabbed one of Komeada’s wrists and began to drag him along with her in the aforementioned direction. She did not consider the possibility of him being wrong; she wouldn’t allow herself to do so. Whether it be good luck or bad luck, Anemone had chosen him out of a crowd of many, so he would have to deal with her whether he liked it or not.
Perhaps it was fortunate, then, that only a few minutes into the teens’ march that Anemone noticed a stall in complete disarray-- jars had been knocked onto the ground, some broken and their contents leaking, and the owner nowhere to be found. What could be seen, however, was the familiar and overweight visage of a badger, one who was greedily indulging himself in a variety of jams.
Only then did Anemone let go of Komeada, her voice letting out a squeal of both delight and relief in the form of her badger’s name as she rushed to retrieve him.
“Gulliver!”
galahdhero:
valhallaswell liked your post “so starter call, cap at four but uncapped for ff cast mates of any…”
“Hey little buddy, you think you wanna come down now or should I just- he makes a unknown gesture to the cat stuck up the tree, very much looking down on people metaphorically and literally. Hero to all, even cats , he thinks.
He idly holds his dagger for a moment before throwing it at the space beside the cat and a flash of light, he’s right beside the cat. one warm used out of five!
“Alright, so um, don’t scratch me ok?”
he looks down.
“Or pounce on me.” nyx your making a spectacle over there.
Anemone was walking through the park, a momentary state of calm where she could enjoy the available scenery. An obese badger waddled at her side, somehow easily keeping up with his owner despite his weight.
As she was viewing a particular bush’s flowers, Anemone heard the voice of someone nearby. Looking up, the pilot was unsure if she was correctly hearing what she did-- as well as hearing it specifically from a tree.
“...?”
As she looked, Anemone realized that she was correct. That was definitely a man in a tree. Though from her position, she saw no cat, just the man.
“Uhm... what are you doing?”
bileygrking:
“I’ll just buy you another one.” Dominic said as he threw the toothbrush away. He had been cleaning for the past 12 hours, so he was completely in his element and more confident thatn usual. He barely even reacted to the sudden interference of Gulliver.
When he saw Anemone get up though, Dominic immediately stood up and raced to her side. He immediately hovered over her, wrapping an arm around her waist to lift her up from where she was bending down.
“What are you thinking Anemone? You can’t be physically active yet, you might get light headed and pass out again. You don’t have to help out, I’ll take care of everything. Just wait in bed and rest. I can bring you food later.” He had no problem spoiling her like a princess again if it meant he never had to see her fall unconscious like that.
Anemone never let him play knight before. Even though she was a spoiled princess who threw tantrums when things went slightly out of her way, he barely got to be her manservant. Sometimes she was not even the princess, sometimes she was much more like the queen of red yelling off with his head on a whim. He was fine with whatever role really, he had let go of all heroic aspirations. He would even play the fool if it meant being by her side. “Anemone, please… will you let me take care of you just this once?”
Anemone paused, looking at Dominic with slight surprise. He was so quick, he was already right beside her. Why?
At his words, she frowned. Her eyebrows burrowed, causing deep creases upon her skin, and she looked to her hands.
“No.”
She spoke in a quiet voice, her tone low but sharp. Raising her head, Anemone met Dominic’s eyes.
“Tell me why,” she began. “I don’t understand you... or why you keep doing these things...”
Her hands dropped the remnants of Gulliver’s mess that she had previously tried to carry all on her own; with nothing to hold onto, her hands curled into fists.
“We’re not with the Federation here-- you don’t have to keep sticking to me. So why do you do it? What do you want from me?”
Dewey, she knew what he wanted. She was just a tool for him and all that worked for him. Dominic, however... Dominic worked for Dewey, didn’t he? So why, why was he like this? Why didn’t he abandon her here in this new place? Isn’t that what Dewey would do, if she was useless?
“Just tell me why already!”
lostdragonprince:
Euden smiled even more as the cute badger seemed pleased to get pets. The badger was really too cute, one of the cutest animals Euden had ever seen. He would keep petting until Gulliver was done with getting pets.
“I’m sure he is! I don’t see how any other badger could be this cute.“ Euden agreed even if he also hadn’t seen any other animals like Gulliver.
“I’m Euden by the way.“ This would be the best time to give his own name, and hopefully get this girl’s name too. Thats how you make friends, and Euden did like to make friends.
Gulliver laid down, letting himself be petted continuously. He would stay there until Euden moved away, and did not mind how long that might take. Why, he even rolled over so that his large stomach was exposed. Anemone couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the sight.
“That’s right, no other badger can possibly compare.” Now, she was just being arrogant; but, why not? Gulliver was just so cute, it was only natural that others agreed with her.
“Euden,” she echoed; oh, right, of course this boy had a name. “I’m Anemone. Nice to meet you.”
Anémone
worstultimatedetective:
“I have fifteen other friends I’m waiting for in this city. Umm, wait before you say so yes I really do have friends. I know I don’t look like I have any friends, but they’re not made up I promise.”
Shuichi was a lonely and gloomy looking fellow by nature. The intense amount of makeup he wore around his eyes probably did not help the matter. Some days he woke up looking like he should only sleep in coffins and stalk the streets at night. Technically, his friends were made up, they were fictional characters but he wanted to treat them like the real deal.
He took the box back nervously, wondering if the girl would take any interest in him to ask anything else. He hoped not, because he was not the type who enjoyed talking to strangers. He felt her eyes focus on him though and a chill ran down his spine.
He was brave enough to face it now, but people’s eyes really did still have an effect on him. “Oh, I don’t know what kind of donuts they like. So I just got a flavor everyone would like. Wait, since they’re not on this island yet then these donuts might go bad. This was a stupid idea. I’m sorry for wasting your time. Do you want these back?” Suddenly as the result of his own nervous train of thought he had handed the donuts back to the pink haired girl he did not know.
Oh, so he was intending to share them? That was a boring answer, but Anemone would have left things be. After all, she had a whole box to eat herself, and had little desire to wait much longer in indulging herself. However, the sudden flustering and hurried words of the other teen caught her off guard, and
Anemone was once again forced to pause in thought. Did she want those donuts? That would be... so many donuts... Anemone closed her eyes in deep consideration, as if she was trying to solve a difficult math equation upon which life and death was hinged.
When she re-opened her eyes, Anemone sighed.
“No way. I just can’t eat that many donuts.”
She sounded more disappointed as opposed to anything else. No one would be able to eat that many donuts, logically speaking, but Anemone wished she could. That was evident in both her tone and expression. Of course, neither helped Shuichi’s dilemma, but it wasn’t like Anemone was too hard pressed about anyone else’s problems. As such, she spoke again with little consideration.
“If you didn’t want those, then why buy them? That’s a waste, so you should just eat them yourself.”
hopesoath:
“When people call me stupid I feel like I’m around my friends again.”
They were all super genius eccentrics after all, and he was just a reserve course student. Sometimes they taunted him about it in good fun, even though he had the ability to punt people through walls. All sixteen of them together had about zero social skills between them collectively.
He could not stand how much he missed them. He was willing to keep on living even despised by the world for the sake of those sixteen people, but now he was on this island with no purpose. There was no reason for him being here, ergo it was boring.
This girl was interesting though, from her hair to her eyes she was obviously not normal. Hinata had always been drawn to the extraordinary to make up a deficiency in himself. “You’re not busy at all because you’re an unimportant loser who has no friends, too? Then we’ll meet tomorrow! Don’t worry, it’ll be lots and lots of fun!”
“You... you’ve got issues.”
Anemone spoke without thinking, only further annoyed and disgusted by Hinata’s... everything. Of course, she of all people would recognize an individual with a series of mental issues, but that was besides the point. Especially when Hinata opened his mouth again.
“No way! I’m very important, with a lot of friends!”
She nearly shrieked when retorting his carefree words, which only further proved the other teen’s point. However, she was already far too infuriated to think logically anymore.
“I’m not hanging out with you ever, ever!”
Anemone yelled again, turning around to stomp away. After that insult, she simply wouldn’t hear anymore.
bileygrking:
“That’s what a clean room smells like, not that you would be familiar with such a thing.”
Dominic said in his usual uptight voice. He had done nothing but clean the whole time Anemone was asleep. It gave him something to do and also something he could exercise control over. Anemone was no longer piloting theEND as long as she existed in this world, but there was nothing he could do about the damage her body had previously taken. He could only hate himself for not running away with her earlier when he had the chance back in his world.
He was also a bit obsessive with cleaning. Dirt reminded him of his days on the streets. Which is why currently rather than make eye contact with Anemone he was on his knees on the floor, using a tooth brush to get rid of the last bit of mould he found.
“It should be impossible to make this much of a mess in this short a time, did you get robbed? Every single night? And then throw a party on the ruins?”
Dominic could be pushed around by her, bossed around, manhandled, but the one thing he refused to budge on was cleanliness. When she got jam all over the place, he always cleaned her face and did her laundry. He did most of the chores for her. He was sure if he did not, Anemone would cease to be human and mutate into some kind of trash goblin. There was a reason he liked the military, clean, orderly, structured, he hated messy things. Except for the one particular mess that he loved.
Anemone didn’t say anything in immediate response, instead pausing to peer around the kitchen and surrounding space. It was far cleaner than she ever remembered it being, even with the cooked food upon the counter that was waiting to be eaten. Speaking of food, Gulliver moved back over to it, attempting to jump up and snatch a snack.
She didn’t know what to say; she didn’t know how she currently felt, either. Her mind felt light, but empty. So, she simply didn’t think. It was easier. Anemone bent down to Dominic’s level, peering at what he was doing.
“Why are you... using a toothbrush...?” She paused again, her words trailing off as she noticed something.
“That’s... that’s my toothbrush...”
Anemone did not speak in anger or accusation, but rather her tone was akin to anyone idly stating a fact. Before she could even consider feeling anything at all, a loud crash interrupted Anemone’s slow thoughts.
Gulliver, having successfully jumped from the floor to counter, caused the plate of food to fall and shatter-- bits of plate and food spread across the floor. The badger (or rather, thief) in question fled with his stolen snack. In slow response, Anemone stood, mumbling as she moved towards the mess, only to crouch down and begin picking the broken pieces of the plate in her hands. She was far less adept at cleaning than Dominic, but still she tried.
“You bad badger... after Dominic cleaned this place up, you...”
lostdragonprince:
“A badger?“ Euden had heard of those creatures, but he had never met one himself. Though he is’t sure if one would be so round back at his home. As the Badger in question sniffed at him Euden couldn’t help but to get on the ground to let Gulliver sniff his hand so he could gently pet the round creature.
“I haven’t seen one before! Or any creatures really this round and cute.“ Euden didn’t mind if others knew he liked cute things, it wasn’t like the other would even guess he was a newfound king of all things.
Gulliver loved to be spoiled-- while he preferred such affection came from his owner, he was not particularly picky about who doted upon him. He was a glutton of a badger, after all. As such, he was eager to be petted by the boy, going so far as to rub his furry head against the boy’s palm.
“Really?” Anemone continued to smile, taking pride in just how cute her pet was. “You’ve been missing out.”
“He’s definitely the cutest badger on this whole island-- don’t you think so?” While she hadn’t seen any other badgers on the island in order to properly compare to Gulliver, Anemone still assumed that her statement was correct.
