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//no more writing tonight. too scary

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“Rikuuu,” she whines, draping herself helplessly against his arm, back of her hand tossed against her forehead dramatically. “My legs are broken, you have to carry me!” (They haven’t even been walking for ten minutes.) | @tenebrave 🌻

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“Have you gotten prettier since we met, Kairi? Your skin is glowing—it’s like you’re made a pure light!” Ehem… well. She was always pretty good at reading people. | @corderis 🌻

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“Fretty Spaghetti!” A dramatic gasp. “Your shoe's untied!” She points down to his shoe, which is actually tied in a perfect little bow. “Heehee, made’ja look.” | @limitlesspossibilities 🌻

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“Eri!” She trots up to the bestie/business partner. “What do you think of this new design?” It’s a hat with Mr. Mew’s plush head stuck on the top, wearing another little hat. | @solxr-flare 🌻

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“You shouldn’t sit on the table like that Mr. Kitty.” A sigh and a little amused smile. “You really are like a cat, huh?” | @leoxcantus 🌻

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“You know how they say idiots can’t get sick?” From her purse, she retrieves a tissue, dabbing his nosey. “You’re always sneezy and sniffly so I think you must be a genius.” | @skater-brain 🌻

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“Your eyes… are so beautiful.” Her fingertips gently graze his delicate, ghostly white cheek. “They’re the color of Glacier Freeze Gatorade.” | @shibuyacrossed 🌻

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//i need to learn how to write again LIKE TO INTERACT

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//A WHOLE 6 OF U

//mandi here hoo up

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//mandi here hoo up

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“you can’t just casually mention you’ve technically died once” i can actually. it’s funny

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Mrs. Bito claimed to handle her son “firmly”, but Shiki couldn’t help wondering if her methods were truly as effective as she made them out to be. Anyone who knew him would realize that Beat only thrashed harder when he felt controlled, so perhaps her efforts with an iron fist were only serving to fuel his difficult behavior. 

“I see,” Shiki replied towards Junko’s lengthy explanation that only served as another chance to speak lowly of her son. “I… hope to have your level of self-control one day, Ma’am,” Shiki laughed uncomfortably, scratching her cheek with the tip of her pointer finger. “I’ve tried letting it not get to me, but making him actually consider my concerns feels like pulling teeth most of the time,” with a defeated sigh, she took another bitter sip of coffee. “Even falling off a bridge wasn’t enough to make him listen,” she muttered. “Ah, but,” Shiki added, peering over the edge of her cup—seemingly casual but truthfully very intentional to mention, “he’s luckily never run off on me,” at least, when they argued. 

Naturally, Mrs. Bito was unaware towards the truer nature of her daughter's supposed change of heart, and it made Shiki a little sullen. “Hm,” Shiki sighed, already knowing she couldn’t say anything. “I’m just glad she’s doing well these days.” It wasn’t wrong to say that a lot of people her age went through phases with what they wanted, but that wasn’t nearly the case with Rhyme Bito. Even in the comparatively short time they’d been friends, Shiki knew Rhyme was anything but a wishy-washy teenage girl like her mother implied. Shiki knew she was incredibly lucky, having always had a clear understanding of what she wanted to do in life, her own dreams driving her in a direction that, luckily, resulted in success… but she couldn’t help thinking the same, or even better, would’ve been said about Rhyme, had she not tragically lost her dreams as a result of the Reapers’ Game.

Junko gives her praise graciously, making it sound like she did something remarkable enough to be considered a “role model”. Hunching her shoulders, Shiki peered away, forever unable to accept such generous compliments. “I—thank… you,” she replied awkwardly, “it has taken a lot of work, but it would be wrong for me to take all,” or even most, “of the credit. I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere without my best friend, and my parents, and your children.” Both of them. “There have been many times where I didn’t feel like I could keep going,” Shiki said, intentionally remaining morbidly vague, “and your son was there to support me.” Shiki gazed away yet, pausing quietly in recollection of the many times he’d been there for her, even at her worst.

“To be honest, I’m… I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to inspire anyone,” she admitted heavily, “but I would like to be there for Daisukenojo in the same way he’s been for me,” Shiki confessed sincerely, feeling a little shy as she did. “It would mean a lot to me if he found direction in life, but more than anything, I’d… just like to see him happy.” 

Bito's elegant smile returned fully and immediately, when Shiki deferred to her advice. Nothing quite did it for her like being recognized for her skill and experience and expertise, and being listened to for it. In admitting her uncertainty in dealing with Daisukenojo, Shiki was positioning Bito as the authority on the matter.

"Yes, I can quite imagine. Daisuke doesn't have very good control over his emotions, himself, and it's difficult not to get riled up, too, once he gets started." Where he possibly could have inherited that trait from, when both of his parents were paragons of self-control, was a mystery. His mother, certainly, could never be described as being so volatile by anyone who never saw what she was like at home, anyway. "The key is not to let yourself be baited -- once he gets a reaction out of you, he'll just keep getting louder to drown you out, until he can't and he has to run off."

(The frequency with which he ran off not being a sign of how often she was successfully baited, of course.)

"So at home we're as firm as we can be -- his father and I -- without feeding his drama. If Daisuke really wants to cause problems, there isn't much we can do to stop him, but often he'll lose steam if no one gives him the fight he's looking for." She gave Shiki a meaningful look. "Even if he doesn't, it's better not to let him drag you down with him."

Bito sighed deeply at the mention of Daisukenojo's most recent self-destructive stunt that had landed him in the hospital. "You poor dear," she said, meaning it. "That was a difficult time for all of us. I wish I knew what the hell was going through his mind, being so reckless... but I think that would only frighten me more." The slip into stronger language was a remnant of the extreme emotions he had incited back then, likely not so different from the pain Shiki confessed to have experienced. But the aftermath of it all had been easier on Bito than it had been on Shiki; where Shiki had endured months of resentment and doubt in separation, Bito had spent most of her time caring for her son, and in his helpless state he had been refreshingly agreeable and docile. Those few months had been some of the smoothest she'd had in her relationship with Daisukenojo in very many years.

She nodded, both to Shiki's concerns for Daisukenojo's future, and her praise for Raimu's resilience. "Yes... Raimu used to be quite focussed, you see. Singular about what she wanted. But naturally, when she hit her teens, her priorities changed... she spent a little time lamenting that she 'didn't have a dream' anymore, but that's a normal thing to go through growing up. I'm glad you can appreciate that she hasn't let it stop her from moving forward and excelling in all that she does." Her brow furrowed slightly. "Unlike Daisuke.

"But you," Shiki Misaki, teen fashion mogul and precocious entrepreneur. "Are such a good role model. You must have worked so hard to reach where you've made it to, and have such dedication. I can see why you're such a treasured friend of Raimu's... and I'll be praying that one day Daisuke is inspired by you, too."

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To Shiki, looking strong and capable was always part of what made Beat so handsome, be it in the shirt she made or otherwise. It didn’t matter that he was less bulky than he’d been when they’d met (the main reason she’d noticed his weight loss at all being concern for his health,) but he still looked and was much physically stronger than most boys their age Neku being no exception. Truthfully, she thought the outfit she’d chosen did a lot for his physique, but she of all people knew it best not to mention a person’s body unless directly asked. 

Ultimately, that wasn’t where her mind was at—because she was too focused on how giddy she currently felt still.

It’s like she’d forgotten all about her frustrations with his dullness and lack of ambition in their relationship, instead merely content to see him proudly modeling products she’d made. Shiki tilted her head curiously, not entirely sure what he’d meant by “looking like that”. “Like what?” she asked innocently. She didn’t know what there was to argue about when he looked so fashionable in his new clothes—because they were, make no mistake, his new clothes. There was no getting out of it now. 

Shiki almost didn't realize how happy she was until he made mention of it. She tilted her head down, her smile a touch more bashful now, especially as he complimented her. "Don't be silly," she said softly. While she wanted to look in the mirror at the two of them, she was almost too shy when standing next to someone she found so good-looking. After momentarily leaning into his embrace, she giggled shyly, stepping away, avoiding eye-contact completely now.

Taking in hand the dud items that didn’t work, she hung them on the return rack. “I’ll tell Miki to take the ones you're wearing out of inventory. I… want you to have them,” she certainly wasn’t about to make him pay, not after how happy his wearing them made her. 

It was times like this that she was reminded of why she loved making clothes so much.

Beat still sensed nothing amiss in the discussion about Gatto Nero's sales associate, not suspecting that anything untoward could be taken from his hearty agreement with Shiki that her dreams were achievable. Rather, it made his chest warm to hear Shiki go on, insisting that Miki's dreams were far more important than her role in the store, and that she would be willing to make the sacrifice of a good employee for Miki's happiness. He never stopped feeling awe at Shiki's kindness and dedication to others, and he couldn't help but wish Rhyme was here listening, too. She was the one who needed to be inspired by Shiki more than him.

But for better or worse, Beat was the one who had all of Shiki's attention now, as she crammed herself into the stall of the fitting room with him. He hadn't really expected her to acquiesce to his request for more poorly-fitting clothes, but in his self-consciousness he also hadn't imagined that she would be so flustered as to ignore his ask completely in favour of blurting the first word on her mind.

Handsome. Her grin and rosy cheeks left no room to doubt that she was being honest, and even as she encouraged him to look back in the mirror, his eyes stayed on the joy in her reflection. His voice came out a shade quieter, betraying that all of his insides had suddenly gone soft. "... How'm I s'posed to argue when you're lookin' like that?"

To Beat, looking good was secondary to looking strong and capable and like he could protect what was important, and sadly no amount of praise was going to make him look enough like that for his own comfort -- but Shiki's reaction gave him such a swell of self-confidence that it successfully dwarfed that concern. He could live with just looking handsome instead of dependable for today, if it made her smile and hold onto him like that.

"Feels pretty damn good wearin' stuff you made, too, when you're that happy 'bout it." His face turned a bashful colour as he looked at the pair of them in the long mirror and secured her next to him in a one-armed hug. They looked good as a couple, both dressed out of their ordinary for a 'date', almost like they could belong together. "You're still the best-lookin' one in here, though."

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//sorry everyone i've been super sick this last week! replies coming hopefully soon