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Oof, sorry for the radio silence folks! Been dealing with some incredible regressions with mental health, but it looks like I’m back on the mend! Hoping to kick-start my activity levels again, finished off my responses for Nico and will probably move to Yusuke before opening up a starter call for Dimitri finally. Good to be back!

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vexernum‌:

❝Ah.❞ Is all Hitoshi could say as he catches sight of the supposed ‘mean old man’ and as it turns out, it’s only some middle-aged concession worker who looks like he’d rather be somewhere else— somewhere where he could sleep the day away. I feel you, buddy, Hitoshi thinks. He pays no mind to the girl’s constant verbal jab at him. He figures that’s just really how she runs her mouth and he knows he’s in no place to be telling people how to behave. 

He diverts his eyes back at her again upon hearing the mention of a fair maiden’s gratitude. 

Fair maiden? Where?

❝Backrub?❞ The young artist blinks twice at the suggestion, somewhat baffled by the mere idea of it but also putting it into serious consideration. Judging by the number of restless nights he’s had and the early morning jogs he’s missed, it seems like a backrub is something he’s truly in need of. 

❝Okay, I’ll get you that doll. In return, you’ll give me a backrub. I could use one, I think.❞ He decides with a half-determined nod. 

Nico’s stare hovers for a moment before breaking afore she looks a gift horse in the mouth. The quizzical eyebrows remain though, locked in a bit of hesitation and realisation of her new deal. But oh well, it’s what she suggested...

“First off, don’t call it a doll. It’s a collectable.”

With her pride sufficiently defended, she wisps around the back of Hitoshi, fingers already rubbing and thumbs digging in to his traps. 

“...And you’re going to collect it, buddy! Eyes front, shoulders squared, soldier! Oh, and get your wallet at the ready! I’m fulfilling my part, now you yours! Onward!”

It was hard to call the quality of the current back-rub ‘fulfilling her end of the bargain’, but nonetheless she uses her positioning to move her new pawn in the direction of the stall, continuing to knead.

“Hey, old man! I’m back for more!”

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     his eyes twinkle in amusement as he observes her fumbling around, nearly tripping on her own two feet before addressing him with obvious disdain. the way she averts her gaze in search of any other person he could be speaking to serves to widen his grin, features alight with glee even as she begins spouting off insults. 

   when was the last time he had met someone with such colorful reactions to his words ? it’s a shame he had to stumble upon her under these circumstances, otherwise he could have more fun messing with her – but he’s far too eager to begin practice, to the point that he’s almost equally as irritated as he is amused, and hopes to make this exchange quick.

   ❛ obviously i could only be referring to the ugly beansprout of a girl standing in front of me. who else ? ❜ as if he’s one to talk, when he probably isn’t that much taller himself. ❛ and if you call that disgusting display that reminded me more of a fish flopping around on dry land art, i’m scared to see what your dances look like at their worst. ❜ 

   he’s pointedly ignoring her insults, instead choosing to glance down at his nails as a sign of his indifference, expression falling flat. ❛ anyway, if you’re done making an idiot out of yourself, i’d like to start practicing, sooo, why don’t you go, i don’t know, flop around in the hallways or something. ❜

“How about I make YOU flop around in the hallways, ya freak?! I took karate lessons in elementary school, you know! I could powerslam the heck outta you!”

Was a powerslam a karate move...? The words blurted out before she had a chance to fact-check them. But now that it was out, what was her next move here...? Crocodile tears? Double down in intimidation? Call the police...? She could trade words all day... Her mind had completely forgotten about why she was on this stage in the first place, now all she cared about was protecting her pride.

“And look who’s calling who ugly, you inmate-looking bargain bin elf toadstool-looking motherfucker!”

She looked about the stage. There were no professor-figures about to twist the truth to, but there was... stage equipment? Paints and crafts? There’s gotta be something to get this intruder out of her face...

“Well, it’s gonna take more than words to get me off here, pal! If my my skills are as bad in comparison to yours as you say, come up here and prove it! I’ll even let you choose the grounds, I’m so graceful!”

“Paintfight? Dance off? Removal by force? I’ll let you decide.”

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Her eyes were glued to the screen, almost literally. 

They were so close. 

As typical of her free time in her quarters, Nico had sequestered herself in a summoning circle of empty chip packets and soda cans, not energetic enough to play video games and instead slapping on a mediocre anime to fill the time. And as typical of mediocre anime, it had her HOOKED.

It was so painfully cliched, so painfully unoriginal and yet the moment the two leads find themselves in a romantically charged situation she couldn’t look away. Their mouths grew closer... and closer...

*Knock knock knock*

She jumped, nearly falling over backwards. A guest?! NOW?! What business would they have with...?! She looked to her PC monitor and back to the door. It’s probably just some students wanting her to sign a petition or something... Pausing the program, she stood up and took her messily dressed and unkempt hair with her to the front door, opening it a crack with a menacing glare.

“Whaddya want?”

Red & Black || Nico & Satone

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An ominous aura emanated from the door. Whoever was currently in there definitely practiced a dark magic of sorts, maybe even a darker magic than Satone herself practiced. Right now, the plain door is the only thing that is protecting her from whatever lies within.

Satone’s first year at Blackwood starts this very winter semester, and she just arrived at the dorm room that she was assigned to. On it are two nametags stating who the room belongs to: Nico Yazawa and Satone Shichimiya. She had been informed that this Nico girl had already moved in beforehand. The only thing that she had hoped was that her new roommate would be on her side, or at the very least stay out of her way. But whatever lied ahead on the other side of the door, Satone knew was no good.

All of her stuff was blocking the rest of the hallway. If there was going to be a battle, there wasn’t going to be much room for one. Maybe if she transported them into another dimension that was just wasteland, it could work… Of course, if this first meeting could be resolved with little to no violence, that would be acceptable.

She readied herself. Her pigtails were tight, and her magical wand was positioned in case “Nico” attacked. She drew in a deep breath, and knocked.

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vexernum‌:

Hitoshi watches the display of disbelief and panic weave together on the girl’s soft features that are starting to flush a pretty shade of red. Seeing her like this compared to her somewhat bossy demeanor back at the ferris wheel is all too amusing for the art student that he couldn’t help but bite back a chuckle, his entertained smile still nudging through his attempt to stay impassive. 

He plans on teasing her more just to see how far he could push her buttons but before he could even have the chance to do so, he suddenly finds himself being tugged forward by the wrist. He knows well that if he stood still on his spot, there’s no way this girl would have been able to pull him just as easily. 

Fortunately for her, he barely has the energy to dismiss whatever it is she’s about to make him do so he just lets her string him along— making slight effort to avoid bumping into anyone on the way. They stop in front of a shooting game booth and Hitoshi glances up at the plushed toy his newfound companion is pointing at.

All this hassle for a toy?

❝Didn’t you say some “mean old man” tricked you and stole your money? That doesn’t look like an old man to me.❞ He sees through her friendly manipulation, but he’s certain he can get her that doll if he wants to. But so far, he isn’t convinced. ❝But if you really want me to win that thing for you, then I gotta get something in return. Give and take, y’know?❞

“Oh, you’re so funny. Truly. I fear my sides shall split. Not literally, you dope! That’s the old man there!” She jabs a finger to the stall staff, idling sleepily. “Aren’t you in university? Don’t they only let smart people into university? Agh, we’re getting off topic...”

She turns to the fox plush, it’s vacant smiling expression mocking her. Goading her. Judging her. It was a matter of pride at this point. It was about making a statement (even if she was enlisting someone else to get it for her).

She tilts her neck curiously at Smiles’ offer, suspicious eyes squinting.

“...But you’re already getting something in return. A fair maiden's gratitude. To free her heart’s desires from an old evil overlord. What, that’s not enough for you? Geez... what else could you want...?”

“Alright then, hit me. Did you have something in mind? There are people out there that would kill for my gratitude. A coffee? A soda? ...Backrub?”

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It appears he has been stood up again.

Hitoshi has already lost track of how long he’s been waiting for this girl who had asked him out on a date and told him to wait for her by the uni’s main entrance. The loud bustling sounds of people having the time of their lives by the several entertainment booths nearby have been giving him a headache but he thought it wouldn’t be nice to just leave when there’s still a possibility that the girl might show up. 

But now that possibility is starting to fade with every passing minute and honestly, he is relieved he didn’t end up being the asshole in this case. At least he can go to bed, guilt-free.

He pulls the hood of his dark mauve hoodie over his head and is about to walk back to the dorms when he suddenly feels a light tug on his sleeve. He pauses and briefly wonders if it’s the girl he’s supposed to go on a date with. Because if it is, then this would be a first. Though, he kinda wishes his ‘first’ happens when he’s not going through an unbearable headache.

He turns around, ready to greet until his gaze falls on a very familiar face.

It’s that girl he met at the amusement park. 

The one who’s terrified of heights and had tried to make him smile for some unexplainable reason. Except, it’s not the same girl he remembers. There’s a touch of endearing demureness on her soft features as though she’s the protagonist of a very fluffy shoujo manga. He almost didn’t recognize her until her cutesy exterior cracks the second she seemed to have realized who she just approached. The mere sight of it is enough to make Hitoshi laugh, but he opts not to.

He isn’t ready to let go of that little cutesy act of hers just yet though.

❝Hey, that was really cute. Do it again but maybe with a little pout this time. You gotta be convincing, you know?❞ He teases, feeling his headache ease up a bit now that he’s feeling a little better.

“Uwaah!”

Nico gave a short yell as she pulled her hand away as if she just touched a hot stove. He cheeks flash red, processing the visage of the young man.

“With a-- The heck are you doing here?! A-And what would you know about being cute?! And you messed up your line! You were supposed to--”

She stops and gives him a pout -- the grumpy kind -- as she tries to pick up the shambles of her plan. She didn’t mind his company back in the ferris wheel, even if it started as a means to an end. Honestly, if she’d just stumbled across him normally she wouldn’t feel this betrayed. 

“Ugh, all all the people to waste that poetry on... Look at that, that mocking smirk on your face...”

But still, it looked like he’d been practising at least. And besides, his height...

“...Ugh, fine, I guess you’ll do, though. This way.”

She grabs his wrist without a second glance and begins pulling him over to the air-soft game. She points at the fox plushy. “I wasn’t lying, you know. That there. That’s the bitch who took all my money.” She turns to him, and gives a cocksure grin.

“You wouldn’t turn away from a friend in need, would ya?”

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durogon‌:

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He doesn’t often think of himself as the ideal person to talk to when it comes to venting out emotions. Sometimes he’s not entirely sure how to react, and sometimes he reacts too much that it just pushes people away. There’s just no in-between for him in regards to what the social norms are these days.

But he’ll be damned if he pretends not to notice that young woman appearing to be very upset over something. He can’t put a name to her face so it’s safe to assume that she’s not a student of his. Nevertheless, that’s not gonna stop him from lending a helping hand should she need one.

❝You okay, kid? Whatever it is, you gotta stay strong because things will get better. It may be stormy now, but it never rains forever.❞

She was doing so well. So well to repress the memory of the previous night, but alas, the memories were too strong.

In her procrastination of her studies she’d stumbled across a random fluff shonen anime complete with uninspiring writing and cliches out the wazoo. She thought to turn her brain off and it to make fun of it through its runtime, but...

She got a little too attached to the two bit characters.

“I-I’m sorry, professor...! It’s just...” The tears began welling as the memory became clearer. “It’s just, Satoshi promised Hanako that they’d return to the usual place after the battle, and then *sniff* and then, in the battle, Satoshi sacrificed himself so that the-the...! The hillside...! And then I looked outside and saw a hill and...!”

She buried her face in her hands for a moment before reaching for a handkerchief and blowing her nose.

“I mean, he’s the protagonist, right?!” She looked back up to the intimidating man with a bit more fire in her eyes. “You can’t do that! He was supposed to have plot armour!” 

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“That’s $5 for another five shots, miss.”

The segmented laughter of the clown that crackled through the low quality speakers only served to further sour Nico’s mood. She decided to head to the Lunar Zone with a few friends to join the festivities and quickly came upon a shooting gallery with cork rifles. The aim was deceptively simple; knock over the stuffed animal, you claim it. Of course it was rigged, but, that only served to fuel Nico’s vendetta. Her friends had all but moved on while she decided to stay and defend her pride. And she WANTED that stuffed fox. She’d come too far to abandon it now.

“This game is discriminatory toward those of shorter stature! You expect me to good angle on the thing with my cute, maidenly physique? This is bullying! I demand a fair playing field!”

The stall runner spared a smug glance at the girl before disregarding her claim and repeating his line. He bared the expression of someone who’s endured quite a few excuses this evening.

Grumbling, she inevitably reached into her pocket to prolong the battle. 

She reached into--

She reached--

It was empty.

She hurriedly pat down the rest of her pockets. Checked the ground around her. Had she really spent so much already...?! Cursing under her breath, she layed the rifle onto the counter and glowered in the stall runner’s direction.

“I’ll be back!”

She huffed back into the crowd, mind racing. She could solve this. It’ll be easy. Straightening her bangs and fluffing her pigtails she spied for her mark. Perhaps someone a little taller so they could get a better angle on the... Aha! There’s one!

She tried her best to look bashful as she wandered up and gently tugged on the victims sleeve.

“Um... Sorry to bother you mister, but this mean old man tricked me and now I don’t have any money... I really want that fox plush, so... Wait, huh?”

Her facade suddenly broke as she looked up at her target’s face.

“Ah! S-Smiles?!”

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Sorry for the long absence, folks! Recently moved out of my parents and into a new unit, been having a few dramas getting the internet sorted out (Saving my phone credit for working out bills and work and other fun adult stuff) Should be back in action by mid next week ;-;

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❝Sure you did.❞ Hitoshi has already figured that she would be in denial which is something that usually annoys him but considering the fact that he had already counted on it, he’s mostly amused by how easy he could predict her despite having only met her. The rosy shade that rises up her cheeks is already a good indication that she’s attempting to put up a front.

As soon as their pod finally reaches down the ground, Hitoshi lets the girl out first before following behind.

The next scene, however, definitely isn’t one of the things he predicted.

He watches her show her vast gratitude for the ground, even going as far as resting her cheek on it. It doesn’t take a genius to know that she’s fucking weird. Once she stands back on her feet and gives him the terrible reminder that he got stood up again, Hitoshi could only shrug his shoulders— not exactly appreciating the unnecessary reminder but assuming that she just meant it as a joke.

❝Yeah, I go there.❞ It looks like the girl goes to Blackwood as well. What are the odds of that? ❝Hitoshi.❞ He introduces himself as requested, though he couldn’t think of a good reason why that matters when he knows for a fact she isn’t going to give him the time of day after this.

“Hitoshi, Hitoshi...” Nico chants the name as she gives its owner yet another examination. “...Yeah, you looked like a Hitoshi. Call it heavenly premonition.”

She paces shortly ahead, stretching, feeling the bloodflow returning to her legs. Man, fresh air never smelt so sweet. Or maybe it was just the caramel stands over there.

“...Buuuut, that’s kinda a mouthful. So I think I’m just gonna call you Smiles.”

She smiles to herself, either pleased with the new moniker or laughing at her own crack at irony. Regardless, she spins on her heels and shares the smirk, arms locking behind her back. She hadn’t known the boy for fifteen minutes, but he already felt a little like that older brother you can’t help but to poke fun at (when she wasn’t pitying him for being such a sourpuss). He’d always make the same expression in reaction... it was kind of impressive, actually. Nevertheless...

“Well in any event Smiles, we might be seeing more of one another at one point or another if that’s the case! Oh, and don’t you dare try and act like we don’t know one another. Because you were totally gonna do that, weren’t you? Someone’s gotta teach you the power of grinning like an idiot.”

She accentuates her last remark with a grin of her own. Seeing the fairgrounds stretching before her, she felt the need to put as much space between the ferris wheel and herself as possible.

“Well then, if that’s all, I believe we’ve spent enough time in each other’s presence for the moment. So consider our current lesson adjourned! There will be a test! At some point. Maybe. Try not to get caught in any ferris wheel pods in the meantime! I won’t always be there to brighten your day!”

And with that, she gives a “ciao!” and begins to make her exit. Well, she always wanted to to try riding the round attraction. Whenever she’d see the wheel from the city she’d be filled with whimsy. Well she tried to revive that wonder and in turn it just wasted a good chunk of her evening. What did she get out of that, really? Well, she supposes there was decent company in there at least.

Wait.

Does that mean...?

Was that a date...?!

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Nico, in what barely consitutes as (her best) Australian accent: "Thatz naught a knoife!"

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“FITE ME”...

Her leg bounced restlessly as she tried to read the solemn man’s expression. 

He held only two cards in his hand. Nico, four. This started off as an innocent game to take the college students’ minds off the inevitable march of deadlines, but it had evolved into so much more. Nico could’ve won by now, but she forgot to call uno when she had one card. Recovering from that mistake, she had to make sure her pride wasn’t taking any more hits.

“Come on, come on, dracula. The cards aren’t gonna kiss you back. Lay ‘em down already!”

She didn’t know what was taking him so long to decide. There were only two cards. Was it psychological? Was he playing mind games right now?! Was it part of his strategy?

Well, Nico had a strategy of her own. It was called ‘+4′, and she’d only just drawn it on her last turn. He leg bounced quicker and quicker in anticipation... Now, if only he’d lay down one of his cards... oh? oh?!

NOW!

“Bam! Pick up four! You activated my trap card! Nyahaha!”

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“FITE ME”

“Can you stop. PUTTING THE BANANAS. INSIDE THE FUCKING ITEM BOXES!”

Nico had come across the young man in a stupor. A majority of her assignments due in today or tomorrow, a lack of sleep to keep up and still having the hanging knife of other unfinished paperwork robbed her of the light from her eyes. Approaching a third of an hour venting, he’d suggested they’d do something she finds fun or relaxing. Well, it was supposed to be. But the man was a fucking savant.

“Oh, War*o’s got a bullet bill. I hope he knocks you off the edge.”

Oh yeah, he doesn’t look like he plays much video games. Crushing a casual would make her feel better. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep and the fact she has a buggy controller (that’s her excuse anyway), but it’s been quite the contrary... She even went her DK high-weight car loadout so she could knock him around. All thoughts of keeping her cutesy persona were wayyy out the window.

“Grr, just wait until I get a blue shell. We’ll see who’s laughing then, you bishie motherfucker...”

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FITE ME

“Rin, think fast!”

Without warning, a ball of clumped together snow hits the redhead as she exits the amphitheater. Across the way, Nico stands smugly, keeping her idle hands busy tossing another one between them.

“Non-non, my sweet kouhai... Have you really lost so much of your reflexes from back then?” 

She’d had a coffee during the morning classes, which was a mistake. It didn’t take much caffeine to send her on a coffee craze and she had. A lot. Considering her afternoon class today had been cancelled, she found herself with a surplus of energy. Energy with nowhere to go... Until she remembered her friend had nearly finished her classes. Sending a text suggesting they meet up somewhere, she waited for an ambush outside the building.

“Come on, how about you throw one back? I’ll show you how a true former idol dodges it!”  She grins a grin full of confidence and self-righteousness. But hidden beneath, there was the definite expression of a playful girl up for a bit of fun. 

“Or if not... Double-tap!”

Whoosh!

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>Response to this answer!

[ txt ] :: FUCk Yeah!!! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

[ txt ] :: I get paid friday, will pay u bak!! σ(≧ε≦ｏ)

[ txt ] :: Ill bring smash n mario kart over n we can VIBE   ヽ(´ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ+

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FITE ME

“Turn about! Five paces! As previously arranged!”

She counted her steps under her breath as she paced. ‘Twas to be an honorable duel. Each of them armed with a sharpie, cap off, filled with ink, battle ready. There was only one person who was going to have ownership of the stage for dance practice. And one person with leaving with sharpie on their face.

“Okay, keep away from the eyes and the mouth, otherwise no restrictions! Whoever leaves a mark on the other gains temporary ownership of the stage!”

Nico spun around and reiterated the rules with hands on her hips. Both of the students, while studying the same subject, wished to practice different performances. Performances that both required the breadth of the stage. And neither were willing to give. Thus, they had to settle this like responsible adults.

She fishes around in her pocket and presents the cap of said pen.  

“Alright, I’ma throw this in the air. Once it lands, battle begins.”

Once she got a positive ready check from the other, she nodded and tossed the cap in the air.

 At least she feigned to, holding onto the cap until the end of her arm’s arc and dropping it to the floor discreetly. 

She gripped her weapon with both hands and dashed in aiming right for the cheeks…

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“FITE ME”

“Linhardt, I SWEAR TO GOD, if you’re fucking asleep on that thing again…!”

It was her turn on the inflatable ring. Everyone knew it. It’d been an absolute scorcher of a day, so the club meeting found its way to the local pool. There was just about as much progress being made as you would think.

But maybe there would’ve been more progress made if Linhardt wasn’t HOGGING THE INFLATABLE SHARK. Just bumming about, floating wherever the current took him… That was it. Disciplinary measures.

She opened with a dual open-palmed push. Pool water engulfed the lanky man.

“If you’re not gonna get off, I’m going to force you off! Hyahyahyahyahyah!”

Secret technique! Windmill Watermill!

A torrent of splashes and water hammered the young man and his lazy steed.