[Hey, sometimes she looks... less miserable and pathetic.
She looks at the offered hand in surprise and half-reaches out, hesitating before she takes it.]
But, you just said...? [She's getting mixed messages here, Shun!! But even having said that, she does take the hand and pull herself up. She is... worryingly lighter than her appearance might suggest, but otherwise fine? Probably??] Um, thank you...
[ Less. Sometimes. Well, it wasn't as if he didn't have to get used to people's quirks on the Origin. Still, no one was quite as... eccentric as Mikan. ]
It's nothing, [ he says, nonchalantly. It's what anyone would do, right? He's not better or anything because of helping a girl up off the floor. He does take note of how light she seems to be. It isn't alarming because, well, he's Japanese and their average BMI is one of the lowest worldwide still. ]
You might want to be more careful though. [ Not everyone will be as kind as him, alright. ]
[His world would be like 10x more concerning if more people had Mikan's level of weird in it.
Her brow furrows a little in confusion.] Um... But, why? [Why should she be careful?? Also, why is he giving her advice in the first place? He's not one of her classmates, after all, so he has no obligation to try and help her... It's weird, in Mikan's experience, to have people just be nice to her for now reason]
Some people might... [ A vague gesture with his hand. ]
They might take advantage of you. [ Mikan is an attractive young woman, in even an objective sense of the word. She's also quick to apologize and doesn't seem unkind. That's just a recipe for people taking advantage of her.
Honestly, he probably would have years ago. The thought doesn't sit well with him. ]
[Mikan's eyes dart away. 'Someone'? She can only think of two people who that might apply to, and she's not sure if Junko knows that Hinata is here yet. Surely Komaeda's made himself known by this time, so it's fine to namedrop him (besides, his luck can take it, probably)]
D-do you mean... Komaeda-san? Have you seen him yet?
[Trying to. Avoid answering that question of willingness. No she's not willing! Probably. Hopefully.]
[ As her hand drops from Mikan's chin, Junko laughs out. ] Unfortunately, I have.
You hit the nail on the head though! I'm so proud of you~. So, what do you say? Do you want to make me the happiest girl here? [ Having Nagito out of the way would make her life ten times better. She is already feeling irritated at the thought of him and the best way to solve that problem is to nip it in the bud. ]
[Her eyes go wide. She had sort of hoped that she'd been wrong, but to hear it in basically so many words...]
B-b-but... But Komaeda-san is a precious classmate... [Her eyes dart around, her breath feeling short. When has being a 'precious classmate' ever stopped her before, after all?] I couldn't kill him!
[She cringes as soon as she says it, peering fearfully up at Junko. She says it loud enough that other people around the area are starting to notice the two of them, glancing over in confusion. Mikan freezes again despite her trembling and chews on her bottom lip] I-I'm sorry! N-not him... Anyone else but our friends... [Maybe if she kills someone else that'll be enough??]
Is he really that precious? That guy is a total fr~ea~k! [ She clenches her fist and bites down on her bottom lip. Damn it, Mikan, she's supposed to obey her without a second thought. It is nice to know that she is willing to kill other people for her at the very least. ]
Oh... I-I'll definitely do my best then! [She stares down at the panels, ready to choose the first list, her brow furrowed in a look of intense concentration that isn't really fitting for such a silly game. But she's going to win this, dammit. She is Determined.
Germany's introduction definitely shakes her out of her concentration though, blinking a few times in confusion. What had he said his name was?]
[ The determination was admirable, Germany pausing for a moment when she asked her question. Ah, yes, he'd almost forgotten that this wasn't normal for some people; he nodded and continued focusing on the screen. ]
Yes, just like the country, it might be a little complicated to explain, now that I'm thinking about it.
[ Had he ever really had to explain this to someone? It shouldn't be that difficult, right? ]
[Honestly she could've just accepted 'my parents were really weird' or 'that's just how it's done in my world,' because honestly who is she to say otherwise? People are from all sorts of different places here, so she's just kind of decided to roll with whatever craziness people might say.
She hesitates, wondering if she should ask more as she pursues the lists. Animals and colors seems safe to start with...]
Is it...Normal for people to be named after countries...? [She really has no idea. LOOK MAYBE THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS.]
[ Bless this child and her ability to be slightly more adaptable than Germany. He glanced at the screen for a moment, animals and colours were definitely safe. Maybe he could rest assured that for this time around it wasn't going to ask any weird questions. ]
Normal? I don't think so, no...
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Perhaps we should start simple, maybe colours?
[ Then after a little more consideration he decided it was better to explain than to remain cryptic about his existence. ]
I am, in a way, the embodiment of the country; if that makes sense...though, these days I wouldn't put it past someone to name their child after one either.
[ He added the last part lightly, that had seemed harmless enough to explain. ]
[Suddenly she very much wishes she'd given that edible lip gloss another glance, but for now the handholding is enough. She doesn't want to be greedy or anything like that--it already feels like holding his hand like this is asking for too much.
She looks down at their hands and gives his a light squeeze, shivering a little at how happy this simple thing is making her.] Um, well... You should still eat something, to keep up your strength. It won't be good if you grow too weak and pass out! M-maybe I can try and make something healthy for you later...?
A-ah! N-nevermind, forget I said anything! I-I can't believe I just offered such a weird thing out of nowhere!
[That light squeeze is enough to increase Hinata's heart rate just a little. Even he is starting to feel flustered now, but if he shows that then Tsumiki will probably panic... well, even more than she already is. He lets out a chuckle, partially at what Tsumiki said but mostly it's to calm himself down.]
That's not weird at all. I appreciate your concern and the offer, but I'm going to walk around the city with Komaeda later anyway, so I'll find something to eat then. Do you want to join us?
O-oh. With Komaeda-san... [That doesn't surprise her too much, though she still remembers how everyone acted after Komaeda's betrayal (if it could be called that) in their first trial. It's hard to imagine the two of them being friends again, but everything's shifted and changed so much since their memories and all have returned.
Besides, she was there when Komaeda had that Lying Disease thing... So the offer at first makes her happy, but she hesitates when she thinks of Komaeda again.] I-I wouldn't want to impose on you two or, um, be a third wheel or anything like that!
I... I think... Komaeda-san might be more comfortable if it was just the two of you... Um! But, um! Later, when you're done... Then you can show me any place really interesting you found! Or...something... If you want to...?
[She stumbles over her words, babbling on a little more than needed as she tries to figure out how to word what she wants to say--as well as trying to figure out just what she wants to say in the first place. It's a work in progress.]
[She bounces slightly as they hit the bed, feeling a panicked anxiety worming up through her body as they topple over]
I-I'm sorry...! [She apologizes nearly at the same time that Atsushi does, though she pauses when she realizes he'd done so. For... what??
It takes her a minute but once she realizes, she looks away shyly and a nervous giggle bubbles over again.] ...I-it's fine, Atsushi-san... You can touch me too. [They're already like this, aren't they? She reaches up to cover Atsushi's hand with her own, pressing his hand a bit more firmly against her breast.] It's alright.
[Though even under the fabric there's the rough edges of old scars; they're easier to hide from view now, since the room is mostly illuminated by the light of the moons now and she can get away with hiding her markings i nshadow, but it'd be impossible to hide them from touch.
Her other hand moves to Atsushi's shirt, sliding underneath it once more to touch against his stomach and side. She's about to say more, something, but she pauses at feeling the edges of a scar on him too.] Ah...
[If it's possible for Atsushi's face to get redder, it certainly is happening right now. Her breast was soft beneath his fingers, though there was something--
Oh.
And then Mikan's hand is sliding beneath his shirt, fingers brushing his side, and Atsushi can feel when they meet the rough edges of the large burn scar there with patchy sensation, the blush on his face beginning to fade somewhat.
It's a double whammy of realization, and he looks at Mikan with both sadness and understanding.]
Atsushi-san. [She says his name softly, Letting go of his hand and reaching up to cup the side of his face to make sure she has his attention.] It’s okay. I think this part of you is beautiful too.
[Her fingers splay out over the scar, feeling the tougher skin.] I should’ve warned you too. I’m... a lot uglier... [She looks away, her brow furrowed in a look of shame. Scars on men were acceptable, after all. It made them rugged or handsome. On girls? It always just spoke of damage. The kind of damage people didn’t want to bother with.]
So, it’s okay. I know I said you could, but you don’t have to touch me. I just... want to keep touching you.
[Atsushi leans into the hand on his cheek, seeking out that touch, that grounding reassurance.
'Beautiful'... he didn't think any part of him was beautiful, but that wasn't entirely why he shied away. It was... a bad memory. A terrible one, really... He still didn't know if the pains he sometimes felt from them were all in his head or not. Even the sensation of someone else touching it felt odd enough to send him shivering, the scars too sensitive in places and not enough in others.
But this was Mikan. She understood, and he could feel the evidence of that beneath his fingers. He strokes his fingers over the lines he can feel beneath her clothes, gentle and careful, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers.]
I don't think anything like this could make you ugly, Tsumiki-san. You're beautiful too... And I want to touch you and be close to you. Will you let me?
[He want to see her, to feel her... but only if she wants to let him, because she deserved that respect.]
The hand on her face shouldn't feel this nice either, like a pet, little shocks of electricity sending tingles through her head. She closes her eyes and leans into it, rubbing against his hand as the rabbit ears on her head go lax.
The rest of the town might be in some mild state of chaos and moon-influenced violence and sex driven, but for Mikan none of that matters. There's only Dazai and the promise of attention and that forgiveness for existing she's always craved. Someone to forgive her, to tell her it's okay, and give her their undivided attention. Right here, right now (and once upon a time, if they'd met only months earlier), she'd follow him to the ends of the earth for just that scrap of affection. Or hell, even the hint that she might receive it.
The question makes her gives an noncommittal hum, as if not really hearing, before she realizes what's being asked. "Hm...? Ah..." She opens her eyes and blinks slowly, dazed, before she freezes in alarm at having to make a decision.
"I, um... What if... p-people see...?" There were still plenty of people around, but there's a spike of arousal at the idea of the risk involved.
Ah, he shouldn't. But then, when has he ever done what he should, or paid attention to such things? Besides, she's coherent enough to consent, now that she's got the bracelet, and he'll stop if she says no. But she's not saying no, and his fingers slide further against her cheek, caressing her gently as his other arm wraps loosely around her waist, drawing her in close to him. He can feel the beating of her heart against his chest, and again he waits until she's looking at him properly before he answers.
"We don't have to, if you don't want to. I'll follow you back to your place. But if you can't wait, we can do it here. Everyone's busy with what's going on out there. But even if they see, you're beautiful. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Mikan-chan." His voice is a soft caress, enticing, seductive but not commanding. This is her choice, after all.
She stumbles slightly as she's pulled closer, her legs feeling weak, causing her to lean a little heavier against him. There's a lot of margin for error here--her outfit doesn't cover her a lot to begin with, but it's just enough, the gauzy material just opaque enough in the moonlight to coverher scars. In her home he'd probably be able to feel or see them easier; here she can at least pretend he maybe won't notice.
There's a lot of other little factors, but Mikan's not thinking about too much of it when the choice boils down to 'wait, or don't' and she...
"I-I don't want to wait." She whimpers out, her face turning bright red. Beautiful? Her? She looks away and shakes her head, leaning in to hide her face against his chest. "Pl-please... Make me yours'." Her fingers curl desperately into his shirt, her body trembling with need. "It's unbearable."
Well, if this is what she wants...he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it, too. The moon overhead seems to have made his sense of smell stronger even with the dulling effect of the bracelet, and the idea of doing this, here in the alley where anyone could walk down and see, could see them--
She buries her face against his chest, and that just won't do. Not for this. His fingers wind through her hair, combing, soothing, reaching up to stroke the base of those quivering ears atop her head, and after a moment he shifts his arm and shoulder, nudging her to get her to look up at him. To meet his eyes, just for a moment. "I won't say that anymore if it makes you uncomfortable, Mikan-chan," he murmurs, and his voice is more intent, the change small but noticeable. "But I want you to look at me. Just at me. Can you do that?"
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[Hey, sometimes she looks... less miserable and pathetic.
She looks at the offered hand in surprise and half-reaches out, hesitating before she takes it.]
But, you just said...? [She's getting mixed messages here, Shun!! But even having said that, she does take the hand and pull herself up. She is... worryingly lighter than her appearance might suggest, but otherwise fine? Probably??] Um, thank you...
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It's nothing, [ he says, nonchalantly. It's what anyone would do, right? He's not better or anything because of helping a girl up off the floor. He does take note of how light she seems to be. It isn't alarming because, well, he's Japanese and their average BMI is one of the lowest worldwide still. ]
You might want to be more careful though. [ Not everyone will be as kind as him, alright. ]
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Her brow furrows a little in confusion.] Um... But, why? [Why should she be careful?? Also, why is he giving her advice in the first place? He's not one of her classmates, after all, so he has no obligation to try and help her... It's weird, in Mikan's experience, to have people just be nice to her for now reason]
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They might take advantage of you. [ Mikan is an attractive young woman, in even an objective sense of the word. She's also quick to apologize and doesn't seem unkind. That's just a recipe for people taking advantage of her.
Honestly, he probably would have years ago. The thought doesn't sit well with him. ]
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[Mikan's eyes dart away. 'Someone'? She can only think of two people who that might apply to, and she's not sure if Junko knows that Hinata is here yet. Surely Komaeda's made himself known by this time, so it's fine to namedrop him (besides, his luck can take it, probably)]
D-do you mean... Komaeda-san? Have you seen him yet?
[Trying to. Avoid answering that question of willingness. No she's not willing! Probably. Hopefully.]
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You hit the nail on the head though! I'm so proud of you~. So, what do you say? Do you want to make me the happiest girl here? [ Having Nagito out of the way would make her life ten times better. She is already feeling irritated at the thought of him and the best way to solve that problem is to nip it in the bud. ]
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B-b-but... But Komaeda-san is a precious classmate... [Her eyes dart around, her breath feeling short. When has being a 'precious classmate' ever stopped her before, after all?] I couldn't kill him!
[She cringes as soon as she says it, peering fearfully up at Junko. She says it loud enough that other people around the area are starting to notice the two of them, glancing over in confusion. Mikan freezes again despite her trembling and chews on her bottom lip] I-I'm sorry! N-not him... Anyone else but our friends... [Maybe if she kills someone else that'll be enough??]
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Is he really that precious? That guy is a total fr~ea~k! [ She clenches her fist and bites down on her bottom lip. Damn it, Mikan, she's supposed to obey her without a second thought. It is nice to know that she is willing to kill other people for her at the very least. ]
That's so boring.
[ There's no despair to gain today. ]
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Germany
Oh... I-I'll definitely do my best then! [She stares down at the panels, ready to choose the first list, her brow furrowed in a look of intense concentration that isn't really fitting for such a silly game. But she's going to win this, dammit. She is Determined.
Germany's introduction definitely shakes her out of her concentration though, blinking a few times in confusion. What had he said his name was?]
...Like...the country...?
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Yes, just like the country, it might be a little complicated to explain, now that I'm thinking about it.
[ Had he ever really had to explain this to someone? It shouldn't be that difficult, right? ]
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She hesitates, wondering if she should ask more as she pursues the lists. Animals and colors seems safe to start with...]
Is it...Normal for people to be named after countries...? [She really has no idea. LOOK MAYBE THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS.]
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Normal? I don't think so, no...
[ He focused on the screen again, looking rather thoughtful. ]
Perhaps we should start simple, maybe colours?
[ Then after a little more consideration he decided it was better to explain than to remain cryptic about his existence. ]
I am, in a way, the embodiment of the country; if that makes sense...though, these days I wouldn't put it past someone to name their child after one either.
[ He added the last part lightly, that had seemed harmless enough to explain. ]
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Hinata
[Suddenly she very much wishes she'd given that edible lip gloss another glance, but for now the handholding is enough. She doesn't want to be greedy or anything like that--it already feels like holding his hand like this is asking for too much.
She looks down at their hands and gives his a light squeeze, shivering a little at how happy this simple thing is making her.] Um, well... You should still eat something, to keep up your strength. It won't be good if you grow too weak and pass out! M-maybe I can try and make something healthy for you later...?
A-ah! N-nevermind, forget I said anything! I-I can't believe I just offered such a weird thing out of nowhere!
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That's not weird at all. I appreciate your concern and the offer, but I'm going to walk around the city with Komaeda later anyway, so I'll find something to eat then. Do you want to join us?
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Besides, she was there when Komaeda had that Lying Disease thing... So the offer at first makes her happy, but she hesitates when she thinks of Komaeda again.] I-I wouldn't want to impose on you two or, um, be a third wheel or anything like that!
I... I think... Komaeda-san might be more comfortable if it was just the two of you... Um! But, um! Later, when you're done... Then you can show me any place really interesting you found! Or...something... If you want to...?
[She stumbles over her words, babbling on a little more than needed as she tries to figure out how to word what she wants to say--as well as trying to figure out just what she wants to say in the first place. It's a work in progress.]
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Atsushi
I-I'm sorry...! [She apologizes nearly at the same time that Atsushi does, though she pauses when she realizes he'd done so. For... what??
It takes her a minute but once she realizes, she looks away shyly and a nervous giggle bubbles over again.] ...I-it's fine, Atsushi-san... You can touch me too. [They're already like this, aren't they? She reaches up to cover Atsushi's hand with her own, pressing his hand a bit more firmly against her breast.] It's alright.
[Though even under the fabric there's the rough edges of old scars; they're easier to hide from view now, since the room is mostly illuminated by the light of the moons now and she can get away with hiding her markings i nshadow, but it'd be impossible to hide them from touch.
Her other hand moves to Atsushi's shirt, sliding underneath it once more to touch against his stomach and side. She's about to say more, something, but she pauses at feeling the edges of a scar on him too.] Ah...
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Oh.
And then Mikan's hand is sliding beneath his shirt, fingers brushing his side, and Atsushi can feel when they meet the rough edges of the large burn scar there with patchy sensation, the blush on his face beginning to fade somewhat.
It's a double whammy of realization, and he looks at Mikan with both sadness and understanding.]
I-I'm sorry, I should have warned you... Or--
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[Her fingers splay out over the scar, feeling the tougher skin.] I should’ve warned you too. I’m... a lot uglier... [She looks away, her brow furrowed in a look of shame. Scars on men were acceptable, after all. It made them rugged or handsome. On girls? It always just spoke of damage. The kind of damage people didn’t want to bother with.]
So, it’s okay. I know I said you could, but you don’t have to touch me. I just... want to keep touching you.
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'Beautiful'... he didn't think any part of him was beautiful, but that wasn't entirely why he shied away. It was... a bad memory. A terrible one, really... He still didn't know if the pains he sometimes felt from them were all in his head or not. Even the sensation of someone else touching it felt odd enough to send him shivering, the scars too sensitive in places and not enough in others.
But this was Mikan. She understood, and he could feel the evidence of that beneath his fingers. He strokes his fingers over the lines he can feel beneath her clothes, gentle and careful, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers.]
I don't think anything like this could make you ugly, Tsumiki-san. You're beautiful too... And I want to touch you and be close to you. Will you let me?
[He want to see her, to feel her... but only if she wants to let him, because she deserved that respect.]
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Dazai
The rest of the town might be in some mild state of chaos and moon-influenced violence and sex driven, but for Mikan none of that matters. There's only Dazai and the promise of attention and that forgiveness for existing she's always craved. Someone to forgive her, to tell her it's okay, and give her their undivided attention. Right here, right now (and once upon a time, if they'd met only months earlier), she'd follow him to the ends of the earth for just that scrap of affection. Or hell, even the hint that she might receive it.
The question makes her gives an noncommittal hum, as if not really hearing, before she realizes what's being asked. "Hm...? Ah..." She opens her eyes and blinks slowly, dazed, before she freezes in alarm at having to make a decision.
"I, um... What if... p-people see...?" There were still plenty of people around, but there's a spike of arousal at the idea of the risk involved.
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"We don't have to, if you don't want to. I'll follow you back to your place. But if you can't wait, we can do it here. Everyone's busy with what's going on out there. But even if they see, you're beautiful. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Mikan-chan." His voice is a soft caress, enticing, seductive but not commanding. This is her choice, after all.
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There's a lot of other little factors, but Mikan's not thinking about too much of it when the choice boils down to 'wait, or don't' and she...
"I-I don't want to wait." She whimpers out, her face turning bright red. Beautiful? Her? She looks away and shakes her head, leaning in to hide her face against his chest. "Pl-please... Make me yours'." Her fingers curl desperately into his shirt, her body trembling with need. "It's unbearable."
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She buries her face against his chest, and that just won't do. Not for this. His fingers wind through her hair, combing, soothing, reaching up to stroke the base of those quivering ears atop her head, and after a moment he shifts his arm and shoulder, nudging her to get her to look up at him. To meet his eyes, just for a moment. "I won't say that anymore if it makes you uncomfortable, Mikan-chan," he murmurs, and his voice is more intent, the change small but noticeable. "But I want you to look at me. Just at me. Can you do that?"
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