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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Jan 30, 2019 20:53:48 GMT -4
Class dismissed. Emi rose from her seat, knowing that her school day was far from over. For her, the final bell usually meant a visit to the Report Club or gym, but her friend had made a special request! To talk. Just a normal talk. Nothing special, he said. Definitely nothing to be worried about. If he hadn’t said it was no big deal, she never would have come to that conclusion. And yet, even with his insistence, doubt niggled in the back of her head.
He wanted to talk about the video, he claimed. Which was fine, but… also suspiciously late. It had been weeks since they’d gone viral, and he’d had plenty of opportunities to share his thoughts. Something had to have changed to spur this on. Yojin. Of course. Presumably, they’d had plenty of alone time with her at the centre of conversation. She couldn’t put it past a stalker to try and make his actions out to be her fault, but Chimera was smarter than that. Better, too. He’d never fall for that, right?
She strolled out of the classroom, knowing from experience that it wouldn’t empty for a while. No, if they wanted somewhere private, their best bet was one of the neighbouring rooms. Luck was on her side; the room two doors down was unlocked and unused, saving them the hassle of braving the cold to find some peace and quiet. She hadn’t ventured far from their homeroom, so the boy could have easily followed, but if not a quick text from her pointed him in the right direction. Upon arrival, he’d be greeted with a wave and a cheery grin. She made herself comfortable leaning against a desk and waited to hear what was troubling him.
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Post by Chimera on Feb 2, 2019 15:32:16 GMT -4
362 WC A much calmer talk...? | It was not going to be an argument. Chimera had reassured Emi of that in the chatroom, and had also reassured her that they were still friends. In hindsight that sort of thing probably would have made him even more anxious about the approaching conversation than he needed to be. But when it came to Emi--given how her discussion with Yojin had gone, and how the two had interpreted one another so horribly--he needed to cover all his bases right away. He didn't want Emi to come into this thinking he was mad at her, or anything like that. He wasn't exactly happy, which was why he asked to talk at all, but...not mad.
With classes over for the day Chimera stood up and pulled his bag over his shoulder, standing up from his desk and walking from the far side of the room over to the door, following Emi to where she was waiting. She smiled upon seeing him. He nearly sighed in relief. Okay, good. She wasn't anxious. Or if she was she was hiding it and putting up a happy face. Was he anxious?
A bit. It showed in his smile, lip twitching a bit into a nervous smile.
"Hey. Uh. Do you want to walk and talk? If you've got somewhere to go, or, uh, clubs or whatever. I'm not in a rush or...anything, just don't wanna hold you up." Chimera raised his arm to scratch the base of his horn. It had been easier to talk to Yojin. He didn't feel like he had to approach things carefully with him, or that he would screw everything up if he said the wrong thing. Whether or not Emi was the kind of person to react poorly to that he wasn't sure--Yojin certainly seemed to think she was, but he wasn't his best friend. All the same he didn't like upsetting people. He wanted his friends to be happy.
Even when they'd hurt him.
He smiled a little easier after a second. "Also, am I the only one who thinks Arata-sensei looks a big more haggard lately? I wonder if he's missing sleep."
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Feb 5, 2019 9:10:02 GMT -4
There he was. A little unnerved by something, but still smiling. It couldn’t have been anything she’d done, could it? Besides Yojin, her life had been surprisingly free of drama lately… It was too bad that the exception was a big one. She’d find out who to blame soon enough, she hoped. “We can if you want to.” A request to talk called for privacy, she thought, but if her friend wanted to keep moving, she wouldn’t mind a bit of exercise. “I’m headed to the AV room after this. Report club stuff. Nothing major, just tweaking the backend of our website. I’ll get some training in at Alpha if I get to finish early, but that’s no big deal either. So yeah, no rush.”
She strolled past him and through the door, taking the chance to get a proper look at him. A smile masked her concern well enough. Then they were into the hallway, mingling amongst newly freed students. Adjusting to the post-lesson rush had taken time, but Emi had learned to live with the chaos. Looking at her in that moment, it would be hard to tell that a few months ago, she’d never set foot inside a school.
“Arata-sensei?” She scrunched up her lips. “Oh, for sure. He seems… shifty. In the paranoid way, not the suspicious way.” She knew the signs better than she’d like to admit. “He’s hiding something. Not that he has to tell us anything about his life, but…” She gave pause. “When I first joined the class, I took a bunch of students out for dinner. Hinted at a lot of things that could give him stress. How he was technically forced to become a teacher. How his family gives him trouble… Or just his dad. Did you know he’s loaded? I wouldn’t have guessed from looking at him.” She caught herself short of rambling – and looking like a blabbermouth. “I don’t think he cares to keep that a secret, though. He told half the class already. The half that was there, I mean. But any of those could be keeping him up, or his hero work, or just... adult stuff.”
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Post by Chimera on Feb 7, 2019 23:03:42 GMT -4
619 WC oof right off the bat | "He's rich? Then why the heck is he a teacher? I thought they made no money," Chimera blinked a couple times, confused by this revelation of his teacher. He hadn't spent any time outside of class with the man, but he didn't act like some of the wealthier people he knew. Then again Emi and Chikako were probably not the best examples of "normal" rich people. It was still weird. Was he an heir to something or had he just had a different job before joining UA? Well...most of the heroes had been vigilantes before, so...maybe...
That probably wouldn't be a great conversation starter for anyone. Hey, teach, did you get all this money by being a technical criminal back in the day? That's one way to get bumped into 1-C. "Wow, I miss out on all the fun stuff apparently. Eh. I made up for it with the movie night, right? Not quite a fancy dinner but it was still pretty fun...maybe we should plan another some time?"
And I'm just dodging the real conversation with this, aren't I.
Chimera could have done without the mental commentary, but it wasn't wrong.
He just had to bite the bullet and open the conversation up to what this was really about. No pressure. Just...asking her why she had lied to him, explaining Yojin's actions--because even if she wouldn't forgive him, and he didn't expect her too, he wouldn't let that misunderstanding sit--and then firmly telling her he was going to be both her friend and Yojin's friend. Simple. Easy.
Whee.
"...so, uh..." he started, and had to choke back on another subject change that desperately wanted to force its way out of his throat instead, "...hey, Emi, why did you...I mean, I know why, but...you..." Come on, say it. You said you would. You gotta. "...why...did you not cut the film when I asked you to? You told me you would. And. That was one of the reasons I even agreed to be in the video in the first place. But. When I watched it, I...when I started crying I told you to stop, and you didn't. You kept rolling. And now that's out there."
His eyes downcast and his ears drooped ever so slightly, he tried not to look too upset, but it was difficult when his features betrayed his feelings so clearly.
"I didn't say anything because you made it kind of impossible to find you outside of class for so long. And then every time we hung out after then it was with people. I. I didn't want to ask you in front of s-Serperior, or at Christmas, or...hell, I wasn't even going to ask ever, probably. I. I suck at this. But. After you sent Saito and I your side of things and I talked to Yojin, I...realized that I should say something, because otherwise it could get bottled up and turn into something a lot worse than it really is. Because I'm not mad. And. I still am your friend. I just needed you to know that you lying to me...really hurt me."
"...and that I...I don't think you realized that when you did it."
If she had realized that leaving the footage in would hurt him, and did it anyway just for the video--For the attention and fame, a nagging, Yojin-like voice chimed in his head--then it would make the whole thing sting worse. But if he was right and she hadn't even thought about it, then, well, it would still be awful. Ignorance wasn't an excuse but it was better than maliciousness.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Mar 17, 2019 19:44:21 GMT -4
She slowed in her step, raising an eyebrow. “You never asked me why I’m here, did you? Between Dad’s work and my inevitable sponsorship, I don’t need a full time job.” For every content creator living comfortably off their subscribers, there were another ten thousand praying for likes, but Emi was nothing if not ambitious. “Buuut he was a vigilante. A known vigilante, too. The way he put it, his options were to pick up some test papers or put on some handcuffs. Kinda makes it a bit awkward, knowing that your homeroom teacher is only around because the other option was jail. Kinda makes me wonder whether he’d still be around if he wasn’t being forced to.”
The thought threatened to linger in her head, but her friend’s sudden stumbling over words was a good distraction. For his hesitation, he earned a small smile and the threat of giggles. Until he spat it out, of course – then her face shifted to show her confusion? The film? Oh, right, that video. Their claim to fame. The main reason anybody that knew her, knew her. And yet, she struggled to see why anybody would take issue with it. Well, anybody that mattered. It was no surprise, then, that confusion quickly settled on her face. How was she supposed to have known that bothered him? And more to the point, why was that the first she was hearing of it?
Her friend was smart – or maybe he’d just had it on his mind for that long – and answered the question before it left her lips. He kept going, explaining how he’d given her the courtesy of not airing her out in public about airing him out in public. In front of millions of people. If it had been the other way around, her sobs shown to the world, she would have been livid. Patiently waiting for a private moment to ask would have been out of the question… So why had she felt it was fine to force that on somebody else?
The answer was simple. It had never crossed her mind to consider how he would feel.
Distress and dejection creeped onto her face, and looked set to stay. She’d stopped walking, for all of her brainpower had gone towards breathing and realising what a terrible fucking friend she was. Any normal, sane person would have thought twice. Any normal person would have not gone out of their way to embarrass the first person in the school to hear them out. To look them in the eye and lie to them. Betray them. And never stop and consider, over the course of weeks, that they might not appreciate that. She couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of alarm as she realised she had a problem – no, that she was the problem – and it was starting to show.
Her thumbs fiddled with her other fingers, while her mouth tried to find the right sounds to express her thoughts. They opened, once or twice, but sounds wouldn’t come. For somebody that never missed an opportunity to run her mouth, perhaps that said enough. If she could have spared a thought, it probably would have been thankfulness; as long as she kept her head down, he wouldn’t be able to see the revulsion in them.
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Post by Chimera on Mar 17, 2019 21:09:52 GMT -4
471 WC why my friends dumb? | Chimera heard Emi's footsteps come to a halt--or, rather, didn't hear them continue--before he noticed she'd stopped walking besides him, winding up a foot or so ahead of her by the time he paused to turn around. His brow knit tight at the sight of her. Ah. That...wasn't a happy expression coming onto her face right now. Had he hit the nail right on the head? Had Emi been completely unaware of how her actions and choices had hurt him? If he hadn't known Emi for a while he would have found it ridiculous, but it made sense with how he knew her. She could be a bubbly hilarious slightly-irritating person on the outside, but after weeks of her hiding in her home in fear, the video she'd sent just the other day that showed how weak and shaken she was...
There was a pretty screwed up person beneath it all.
He didn't know how deep it went, but the look on her face spoke volumes.
Chimera swallowed the tightness in his throat. Emi wasn't able to speak from the looks of it. He had to say something. She was hurting and he was her friend, even though she'd hurt him. She hadn't realized it. That didn't make it better. But he couldn't let her think he hated her, he couldn't. "Hey, Emi, don't..." He stepped closer to her, hands extended to gently touch her shoulders should she not pull back. She looked a lot smaller when she wasn't full of energy. "I said I'm not mad. You hurt me, but that's...that's not gonna screw up us being friends! I just--I needed to tell you. For me. Not to..."
He paused, averting his eyes from the pained look on her face to the empty wall besides them. Dammit. He didn't want to sound like it was alright what she did. It wasn't! But he didn't want her to think he hated her, or that it was impossible to be friends because of what she did. This was a much more extreme response than he'd expected. Had she really not realized this much?
Was...this why her and Yojin fought...?
"...Yojin was already angry at you enough for me," he spoke very softly, almost to himself instead to Emi, still looking away. Man. They really were alike.
Not that he was going to make the mistake of saying that again.
"...when...before he told me why he went to visit you, I thought it had been...no, I didn't want to think it had just been for the views. Because you're my friend. But afterwards...Emi, I'm hurt that you didn't think about how it made me feel, but I'm still here to talk through it. And. To still be friends. If...if you want to."
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Mar 29, 2019 14:25:01 GMT -4
A friend, upset and hurt, telling her how he’d wronged her. A difficult situation, but not a new one – to most people. To normal people. Not to her, a girl hidden from the real world for much too long. How could anybody learn how to handle a hurt friends without friends to be hurt? All she had for company were staff paid to endure her, semi-present parents and thousands of comments on a screen. At least the latter had taught her how to handle anger. Odd, how she wished he could be angry instead. She’d know what to do against that, but this? Calm, careful words without a hint of malice? There was nothing to attack, and nothing to justify defending herself with. It left her with a heavy heart and a mouth that had forgotten how to speak. It made her feel like a really shitty friend… Which wasn’t too far off the mark, all things considered.
‘Fix this,’ a voice in her head whispered. ‘Do something.’ A task easier said than done. Her head wouldn’t move; she’d thought it was pride keeping her from showing her face, which was only partly true. More than that – much, much more than that – shame had reared its head to stop her from using hers. That way, they couldn’t catch each other’s eyes, and she wouldn’t have to see the disappointment that had to be in his.
Paws landed on her shoulders, getting a jolt out of her. When was the last time somebody had tried to hold her? Kirk, maybe, but that was months back… Not that it mattered. What she needed to do was speak. A word, any word. “I-“ She narrowed her eyes. Where to begin? Her thoughts had given up on organizing themselves shortly after she’d stopped moving. She’d just have to pick one thread and see where it led her.
“I thought it looked better. The video. With the… crying. It held more weight.”
‘But?’
She took a deep breath. “That doesn’t make it okay. What I did. It’s… not. And I kno- I should have known that. Anybody else would have, right?” A ghost of a smile showed, but it couldn’t last. Not when there was more to say. “I should have asked. Or said something before, or not used it, or just found some stock sound but it just- It didn’t cross my mind and I don’t even know why. No, I do know why, it’s because-“
Words spilled out of her mouth, faster than usual. Faster than she could keep up with, but it wasn’t as if she cared. There was a point, somewhere in all of it, and for his sake – for both of their sakes – she needed to find it. “It’s because I’m a fucking idiot that doesn’t know how to think things through. This shit is new to me, just, this-“ Her hands gestured wildly, though her arms wouldn’t move with them. “Being here. In a school. There’s people everywhere and you have to, like, listen to them and understand and be considerate and that’s weird a-and maybe I’m not all that great at it but I know that, I know that but you should’ve said something, because maybe I play it off alright but I’m not perfect and I hate seeing my friends sad-“ A brief pause for a brief inhale. “And it’s not like I have many of them here anyway but-“ Pride was trying to muscle her way into her head, to stop from revealing some very embarrassing truths. Pessimism didn’t hesitate to remind her what had happened the last time she’d tried to open up to somebody. She might not have been in this predicament if she hadn’t tried to be honest with Yojin. It only succeeded in making her pause, long enough to take a breath. She wasn’t done yet.
“You’re my first friend here and maybe my first friend in a long time and you were nothing but nice to me, and you’re still being so polite and kind when all I’m doing is making you upset and sad and rude a-and inconsiderate and oblivious and you should have said something! I don’t care that people are around or that it’s awkward, you were hurting! Am I just supposed to be okay with that? Knowing that you were going around for months, feeling like shit because of me? No, no, this isn’t about how I feel, but, just…” Another deep breath.
“I’m not… the best at this. I’m still learning. Maybe this is the kind of thing that people are just supposed to know, but I don’t, and how can I apologise when I don’t even know I did something wrong?”
Finally, she slowed. Partly because her mind had finally started to calm down, but mostly because it was exhausting. Not the talking – no, she could do that all day – but talking about herself. Her feelings. A heart-to-heart talk… wasn’t something she was used to. It wasn’t as if she had many people to do that with, or that it ended well whenever she did. There was still the chance that Chimera, for whatever reason, would laugh at her or mock her or call her an idiot and leave her there. It made her want to hide inside her room for a day or two, which wasn’t a feeling she was eager to welcome back.
“What I’m trying to say- …What I should have said in the first place… is that I’m sorry. I was an idiot. Still am, I guess. I can just… take the whole thing down.” It stung to say. Hours of work, and her most popular video down the drain, all to keep one boy happy. But it was the least she could do, right? To try and make up for it. “I can’t guarantee that it won’t reappear somewhere. The internet has a bad habit of not letting things die… But I can try and keep it hidden. If it… helps. I just… want to fix it.” Her eyes stayed glued to the floor, though he could make a good guess at what they showed.
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Post by Chimera on Mar 31, 2019 8:18:30 GMT -4
836 WC Are we? ;w; | She really hadn't realized that her actions could have hurt hum. Not even a little, not even at all. The more Emi spoke the clearer it became just how deep this issue went; it wasn't just a lack of social prowess or not understanding how other people's felt, or even simple naivety. She had just...never had a friend before. Never? Not even as a child? Chimera swallowed again, the tight feeling in his throat and chest growing worse the more he listened, the more the words tumbled out of Emi's mouth without stopping. He understood that. Unlike Emi, though, he'd found a family full of other kids he could befriend to help him learn to make real friends, even though he'd been ten years behind.
Emi had just started that now. He couldn't let this go completely, because it was something that had hurt him, and something she needed to remember and know that it wasn't okay to ignore. He wasn't the best "teacher" of it, though.
How did you even teach somebody how to be friends with others?
Especially when I'm sure I still make so many mistakes...
"...last thing first," he mumbled, finally, when Emi's words came to an eventual stop, her gaze refusing to meet his own. That made it hard to see what she was feeling from her expressions...but he could still hear her voice clearly, and the pattern of her breathing. Just keep his ears tuned to any hitches or sobs or anything else so he could stop to comfort her. And keep his attention out for anyone approaching. If Emi was seen like this by anyone, would she ever forgive him? Or herself, for that matter? Should he really care about that?
"I don't want the video taken down. As...embarrassing as it is, the message still needs to be out there. I realized that a while ago. So. I can bear with people seeing me looking like a wet plushie if it means they hear the truth," Chimera tried to add a small smile and a bit of humor, but it was weak. Still something, though. "Next thing, I...I wasn't sure whether or not it was something you knew you did or not. And. I was scared for a long time that you had known, and made the choice to ignore how I felt. I didn't want that to be true, and the more time went by, the more I got to know you, and the more I started to believe that it wasn't. And...hey, I was right. So my faith wasn't misplaced. It honestly hurts less knowing you didn't know. Not by a lot. But."
Next topic. Don't dwell on that right now. She said so much, I need to, too.
I need to help her.
"...I didn't have a friends growing up either. For different reasons than you, maybe, because I did go to school and I was around people all the time, but...I still didn't have any. So I understand even if I don't. That. Made no sense. I'm trying to say I'm not judging you on that, so...uh..." Keep talking, don't lose it. It's like ripping a band-aid off. Do it fast enough before she has time to doubt anything. "I understand how you feel. And I've made a ton of mistakes making friends. But I've had more time to re-learn all of that myself, and got to this point where I can talk to people and understand them and their feelings, even if I...still make a lot of mistakes, and still don't say things when I should. Like right now--I didn't say anything because I was terrified that I would lose you as a friend. Like how you feel right now, I'm...assuming? Maybe...?"
Chimera's paws held a little tighter to Emi's shoulders, still not sure what to do with them. He still wanted to hold onto her, like letting her go would let her pull out of this subject and everything she'd said and he'd said would be brushed back under the rug. Or, worse, something like what happened between her and Yojin would happen. He didn't want that to happen. This wasn't a fight.
"We're still friends. At least I still want to be your friend. I. I can't speak for you, but I'm hoping to be your friend. You hurt my feelings, but you're apologizing, and I understand how this happened. And. I forgive you."
His smile grew a little stronger, even though his eyes were still worried and his ears still drooped forward. He didn't want to punish her for this--demanding she take down the video, or making her beg for forgiveness, or anything else like that was stupid and pointless and wouldn't make him feel better anyway. Just knowing this was hurting her this much proved she was truly sorry. That was a lot more than enough for him. "I forgive you. And we're still friends."
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Apr 23, 2019 17:41:47 GMT -4
It wasn’t the best time to be making a joke, and it was an even worse time to laugh at one. Even she knew that, snuffing out the little voice that found humour in his words. Not before she thought that he’d make a cute plushie. More importantly, he was fine with what she’d done. No, not fine, just accepting. Patient. More so than she deserved.
Narrow, averted eyes widened as the boy told his tale. How short-sighted of her, she realised, to think that nobody in a school of irregulars could share her story. In some ways, he had it worse than her – at least she had the excuse of a computer screen stopping people from reaching her. To have all those people around him, and still have loneliness as his only friend… A slow nod told him that she understood. What came next, however, was lost on her, but she held her tongue. If she wanted to be heard, she’d need to listen too.
Waiting her turn was different and difficult. More thoughts than she could count whizzed through her mind, and yet any time he paused, she struggled to piece them into a sentence. It made it easier to let him speak, at least, but it also left an awkward silence once he was finished. She took a deep breath, tilted her head two degrees higher, and tried to speak her mind. “I’m… not the best at a lot of things.” Including being humble, but that would be a different battle. “Like knowing when I’ve hurt someone I care about, or having people that I care about to hurt. That came out wrong. You know what I mean…” The words trailed off into another sigh. “Talking about what’s on my mind – what’s actually got me down – that’s taking a lot of used to. Let’s just say that those aren’t things I’ve had to do often. I still don’t, really. That’s why I need you to tell me. You don’t need to try and go easy on me. Nobody else does. I can take it. And more importantly… I just realised I really don’t like knowing that you’re sad.” She shook her head. “No, what I mean to say is… I don’t want to make you sad. I don’t want to see you sad at all, if that’s an option. So just say something next time. For both of our sakes.”
What was she supposed to do with her hands? Fingers danced with the air, one hand curled halfway into a fist, but neither of them committed to a task. If there was ever a time to give a friend a hug, that was probably it, but that would be awkward… Right? Maybe? Add intimacy to the list of things that needed to be learned.
“…It’s hard to not call you an idiot, you know. You keep talking as if I’ve got reasons to be angry with you, instead of the other way round. You came to tell me that I’d done something wrong and you think I’m the one that would break this off?” A single snigger left her mouth, muffled by closed lids. “But we’ve already established that I’m not much better, so I’ll forgive you for that.” Before she could let the attempt at humour settle in, she forced more words out. “Maybe this won’t be the last time you have to forgive me. I hate to say it, but it’s probably true. So I should… apologise, in advance.” Hands curled into fists. “I’ll try to do better. I want to be better, somebody people want to be bes-“ Hands tightened. “…I’m rambling, but the point is that I might have a little or a lot of work to do. We already established that you’re actually a fluffy saint descended from the heavens, so I might need a bit more of that… forgiveness and patience… until I get things sorted out. If that’s alright with you.” ‘God, I hope it is’, she kept to herself. Anything other than acceptance was going to be disastrous, but she wouldn’t have spoken up if she didn’t feel confident in his choices.
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Post by Chimera on Apr 26, 2019 7:48:55 GMT -4
594 WC FUZZY HUG TIME!!! | Chimera couldn't help it; Emi's little hand-twitches and awkward stammers and stops earned a little chuckle from him, especially when she opened the next part of this very serious and important conversation with trying not to call him an idiot. That. That was good. It meant she was coming back to being herself while still feeling whatever it was that she was feeling. Which was very good. Was it as ridiculous as she was saying that he thought she would stop being his friend for bringing this up, given how he knew the last "serious" talk she'd been in went? He wasn't Yojin, though. Yojin was as bad--if not worse--as Emi was when it came to explaining how he felt. Chimera at least had that down.
Mostly.
"...bes...t friends with?" he filled in her cut off very quietly, testing to see if he'd been right, and if the smile worn on his muzzle sent the right message with it. He calling him a saint, fluffy or not, made his nose feel hot. "I-I'm not...I mean, of course I'm going to be patient. And forgive you when you make mistakes. That's just what friends do! I'm not--that's--it's just...how I am, I guess. That doesn't make me anything special." One of his paws came off her shoulder to rub his cheek, thankful that his fur hid what he was sure was a blush that had splattered across his face. Oi. "Of course that's alright with me. More than alright. I'm just super relived that we talked and, um, yeah..."
He wasn't quite sure what to do next. Did they keep walking towards Emi's club room and try to change the subject to something else? The talk was done, right? He'd forgiven her, she was sorry, they promised to keep working on this sort of this while Emi learned to make friends and to interact with people. That was that. It still felt weird to just end it, though. It was something like a song that didn't really have a final riff. Was it supposed to just dwindle back down to normal right away? Or...well, there was something that he thought might be the right thing to do in this situation, but was it the right thing?
She kept saying he shouldn't doubt himself, and to say or do something if he felt it was the right thing. Was that just for when he was upset, or was it...?
Ah, hell.
Chimera raised his hand to lightly press between Emi's shoulder-blades and pulled her in--his strength was way more than enough to do this, but still he was gentle as could be, in case she stopped mid-step and fell or, otherwise, tried to stop him--so he could give her a soft one-armed hug. It was funny; he'd been so adverse to being touched at the start of the year, but repeated attempts from his classmates had made it so much easier to do things like this.
Wasn't there a phrase Yojin kept using for it? "Fuzz-therapy"?
"Absolutely. Yeah." He loosened his embrace after just a little while, still smiling, still with his face a little warm from embarrassment, but less so now. "So...still want company on your way to the report club? I promise not to drop any more emotional bombshells on you. Or. If you don't, I, uh, do kind of have to sprint to the sports club. I can still make it either way, I swear. Rabbit feet." |
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Apr 28, 2019 12:30:09 GMT -4
Best friends. She wouldn’t reply – couldn’t, even. Pride wasn’t so easily overcome, even if she knew her friend had nothing but good intentions for her. Fortunately, knowing her meant that the silence sent a message all on its own. It’d be hard to notice her eyes fixing themselves on his shoes, but her cheeks gaining a single shade of red was a tad easier to catch. Just a little. Later, she would count her blessings that nobody stumbled upon them. The sight of two students, awkwardly close to each other, with at least one set of blushing cheeks, would be too easy to misconstrue. For once, or at least for a few moments, her thoughts weren’t on how the rest of the world saw he, but on what her friend had to say.
Perhaps her smile was easier to catch too. More of a smirk, really, spurred on by Chimera’s nerves. Whether it was ignoring that she was far, far worse at handling their situation or in spite or that was anybody’s guess. “Yeah, you are a bit of an idiot. Too humble for your own good. You’re, like, seven different kinds of special, and you’re the only one that doesn’t see that. I guess nobody’s perfect, right?”
She could have gone on, gently ribbing him until things eased up, but the air drawing her in knocked the wind out of her. Not through force, but surprise. It took her a second to remember why, as she asked herself when somebody had last given her a hug. It had been Kirk. Months ago, shortly after she’d enrolled, and it had been sudden and unwanted, forced upon her by an overeager and overpowering young man. It was a far cry from a dear friend capping off a heart-to-heart, a symbol of a friendship strengthened. And before Kirk?
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Long enough that she’d forgotten that hugs were alright. Pretty nice, actually. They came with a warm, fuzzy feeling, and not just because her friend groomed himself properly. They told her that she was in good hands, in more than one sense of the word. In turn, that brought her relief – and one step closer to being more open, more relaxed. She’d have to seek out more of the elusive hugs, but until then…
She threw her arms out, reuniting them around the boy’s back. There had no hope of drawing him in if he didn’t want to be moved, but she could move herself! Bury herself into his chest, to be specific. It couldn’t last forever (in fact, she was quick to back off shortly after he did), but when she did, she finally brought herself to look at him. On her face lay the biggest smile anybody had seen from the girl in quite some time, which was saying something, considering how much time she spent in front of a camera. Few things could brighten her mood better than the little benefits of having friends.
“You should come. It’s not far from here, and so what if you’re a little late? Kirk’ll let you off, just this once.” A cheery chat with Emi wasn’t complete without a cheeky wink! “Besides, I need your opinion on the way. What if I got him some ‘foreign fancy rock candy’ from Korea… And it just turned out to be salt?!” It was pure genius, and totally hilarious! That was what her eyes said, at least, but it would be left to him to give the final say.
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Post by Esperia on May 26, 2019 17:10:55 GMT -4
Emi has 1319 EXP and gains 34 EXP
Chimera has 133 EXP and gains 27 EXP
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