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bakerstreet2024-03-10 10:04 am
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[ teen version. interested in soft, cute, trivial teen things. no drama, angst, existential crises etc. please. prefs in journal. open to cast mates, adults & teens, be it peers or AU'd to fit. cross-canon / assumed CR welcome. ]
Libra Sforza (MBCC Chief) | Path to Nowhere | M/F, OTA gen/platonic
shackledandbound
2024-03-10 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
kotone "atlus' least favorite middle child" shiomi / persona 3 portable / ota
bondsoflife
2024-03-10 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ open to castmates and crosscanon. age appropriate characters only please.]
(So much for going out, what was supposed to be a simple yet annoying outing on Megumi's part that like usual he was dragged into had instead resulted in an impending thunderstorm's arrival. They hadn't gotten far from the dorms once Megumi lifted, as he was grumbling under his breath, Nobara over his shoulder and made a run for it. A dead sprint as they both were soaked down to the bone; damn it all, he knew he should have argued more that he wasn't keen on going out whenever it was looking bad.
Hindsight is 20/20, is something he thinks briefly, once he manages to avoid not only being seen carrying her as rough as he did given this was on short notice, but also to make it back to his dorm room since that was closest. Going to hers would have taken longer and he was not about to deal with her likely attempting to beat the crap out him for going this far or with some complaints about being capable of walking herself.
Definitely not in the mood for any of that.
Not whenever he's looking like a wet dog and already feeling like his day has gone immediately to being horrible. At least in true Megumi fashion he is once he shifts to set down Nobara.) I told you we shouldn't have gone out. (He can take being right about that for now. She'll find some way to get revenge on him against his will as she's already been doing.
Just by existing or just by managing to pester him into something he thought he was stupid that she wanted to do. Or that's just what he tells himself on all counts; he never makes things easy and, admittedly, not many people could get him to give up the way she can. Even Yuji struggles to get Megumi to agree to just going out somewhere for a bit instead of keeping to himself so what makes her so special? The answer is unlikely to ever be said.) So what now? I don't have any spare clothes for you. (Nor is he going to enjoy undressing in her presence, as another thought. Half because he didn't want to necessarily strip right around her but there wasn't exactly much of a choice in it.
Enough that he was just going to for now slide that soggy jacket of his to the floor and turn away from her. No, he is not going to think of her eyes on him. He is definitely not going to think about being watched just for having to not get sick. Unfortunately for Megumi he failed step one of that like everything else in this day.)
Hindsight is 20/20, is something he thinks briefly, once he manages to avoid not only being seen carrying her as rough as he did given this was on short notice, but also to make it back to his dorm room since that was closest. Going to hers would have taken longer and he was not about to deal with her likely attempting to beat the crap out him for going this far or with some complaints about being capable of walking herself.
Definitely not in the mood for any of that.
Not whenever he's looking like a wet dog and already feeling like his day has gone immediately to being horrible. At least in true Megumi fashion he is once he shifts to set down Nobara.) I told you we shouldn't have gone out. (He can take being right about that for now. She'll find some way to get revenge on him against his will as she's already been doing.
Just by existing or just by managing to pester him into something he thought he was stupid that she wanted to do. Or that's just what he tells himself on all counts; he never makes things easy and, admittedly, not many people could get him to give up the way she can. Even Yuji struggles to get Megumi to agree to just going out somewhere for a bit instead of keeping to himself so what makes her so special? The answer is unlikely to ever be said.) So what now? I don't have any spare clothes for you. (Nor is he going to enjoy undressing in her presence, as another thought. Half because he didn't want to necessarily strip right around her but there wasn't exactly much of a choice in it.
Enough that he was just going to for now slide that soggy jacket of his to the floor and turn away from her. No, he is not going to think of her eyes on him. He is definitely not going to think about being watched just for having to not get sick. Unfortunately for Megumi he failed step one of that like everything else in this day.)
( it's not as if she's any stranger to the storms. since she'd arrived in tokyo, she'd actually grown quite fond of them, the sudden sweep of rain and wind that made the hum of heat a little more bearable. maybe she's still a little on edge from their mission, how quickly things had turned south - whatever it is, she can't seem to shake the way the thunder rattles at the full length windows of the dorms, how the sky opens up into flickering whites and blues that decorate her vision, casting cruel shadows about her walls.
it's not so much the storm itself as it was its insistence in keeping her awake, twirling once, twice in her sheets before kicking them off with a huff, the short crop of her tank top bunched up at her sternum. all it takes is another blooming rumble before she shifts for feet to meet the floorboards, padding soundlessly out into the seemingly looming hall. it's not anything she'd readily admit aloud, but she doesn't like to be on her own — not this late, when she's nothing but her own harrowing thoughts to keep her company: what she could've done better, what could've gone wrong. she thinks to pester yuji - it wouldn't be the first time she'd ruthlessly kicked him out of his own bed just to insist he take the floor.
tonight, however, something tugs her to fushiguro, instead.
she doesn't allow herself to linger on the why for long, and if he doesn't hear her quietly slipping in through his door, he'll feel her petite frame dipping the mattress, sinking chilled toes beneath the weight of his blanket. )
it's not so much the storm itself as it was its insistence in keeping her awake, twirling once, twice in her sheets before kicking them off with a huff, the short crop of her tank top bunched up at her sternum. all it takes is another blooming rumble before she shifts for feet to meet the floorboards, padding soundlessly out into the seemingly looming hall. it's not anything she'd readily admit aloud, but she doesn't like to be on her own — not this late, when she's nothing but her own harrowing thoughts to keep her company: what she could've done better, what could've gone wrong. she thinks to pester yuji - it wouldn't be the first time she'd ruthlessly kicked him out of his own bed just to insist he take the floor.
tonight, however, something tugs her to fushiguro, instead.
she doesn't allow herself to linger on the why for long, and if he doesn't hear her quietly slipping in through his door, he'll feel her petite frame dipping the mattress, sinking chilled toes beneath the weight of his blanket. )
[ Of course it rained. And as the saying goes, "when it rains, it pours." Never has that been truer than today. Both Kaede and Megumi lost their umbrellas to the sudden typhoon spraying sheets of water in whatever direction the wind felt like blowing, but thankfully they're close enough to her apartment that they don't have to walk for much longer.
Still, the two of them are absolutely drenched by the time they make it up to her apartment. So much so that she has trouble shucking off her jacket in the cramped entry space. ]
It's not the Hilton, but it's better than being outside. Make yourself at home.
Still, the two of them are absolutely drenched by the time they make it up to her apartment. So much so that she has trouble shucking off her jacket in the cramped entry space. ]
It's not the Hilton, but it's better than being outside. Make yourself at home.
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