#I imagine them as that really catty group of girls that would just tear down everyone that crosses them

[forgetful-nerd]

The real reason we’ll never get another Turtles Forever is because if these three met then they would absolutely destroy everything in their paths.

Also they’d verbally eradicate any villain’s self esteem in like 10 seconds.

[dawnsbreaking]

hello! this was written for the LITG exchange for the lovely @sunshinejihyun. I hopefully incorporated two prompts here, so I'm really happy with how it turned out. especially having never written for Gary before. I think I might be a convert, though, writing Gary is super fun.

thank you so much to @justtuesdays and @sunshinejihyun for organizing the exchange, I had so much fun writing with ya'll and I'm so excited to see everything posted this weekend.

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Bobby Mckenzie hadn’t set out to win Love Island. He hadn’t even really set out to be on Love Island. He never thought that he would meet someone like Margot. His first real love, his best friend, his favorite person, his best and worst breakup. He’d never imagined he could fall in love with someone over one summer, then be happy to see them with someone else the next.

Such was the way the cookie crumbled.

When he first saw Margot, he felt a sort of vertigo. Though Bobby wasn’t a serious person, he wasn’t the type to be a lovey-dovey hopeless romantic, either. He thought himself not quite a pragmatist, but something nearing it. Though he loved the idea of falling head over heels for someone, he’d never really felt any of those sweeping, tumultuous, unambiguous feelings.

Maybe it was the Mallorca sun in his eyes, maybe it was nerves from being on TV, perhaps the cameras pointed at him made him feel like the lead in a John Hughes movie. Maybe it was truly her. He’d never know, he’d given up trying to know.

Something made his heart leap when he first laid eyes on her. He remembered how his mind reeled to find a joke funny enough to catch her attention, remembered hoping she wanted someone funny. He needed her to love him too.

And she did, for a little while.

-

Gary Rennel set out to win Love Island.

“Go big or go home, right?” He’d told his Nan, folding and packing the same ripped jeans and button-down he’d worn to his local the weekend before. He was making a thing of signing up for the show, sound and fury for the sake of distraction. Nan was worried about him, he could tell. And the boys at work were relentless in their teasing.

“They’re doing a random draft for reality television, then?” Was the joke that his foreman made when he asked for leave from work. That joke became the joke, repeated almost daily by one or two of the boys. All of them asked the same: What was a normal, boring bloke like Gary gonna do on Love Island anyway?

Not win, it seemed. Come out the other end slightly more hopeless, slightly less lonely, a little less sane. Not even 25,000 pounds richer for his troubles.

When he realized he couldn’t be with the girl he really liked, he put one-hundred-and-ten percent into being in a couple with Lottie. He complimented her hair at the right times and backed her up even when he thought she was being catty. His efforts were not entirely wasted, they made it to the final together. When the show was over and real life crept in, they separated painlessly. He went back to work, and so did Lottie. No big fuss.

Gary hated when things were a fuss.

-

When Bobby broke up with her, he was surprised to find that Margot felt the same way. He was worried she’d be crushed, that he’d break her heart and feel terrible about it forever.

“I care about you so much,” she said, tears welling in her eyes already. He hated to see her cry. His sweet girl, not his anymore. “But you’re right, we’re so much better now just as friends.”

Bobby was used to being just a friend, so he expected that to sting. It didn’t, though, because she was right. They were better as friends. All he felt was relief.

“I care about you too,” he said. “Proper love you, like.”

“I know, Bobby.”

Those were the sweetest three words he’d ever heard her say.

-

It was Gary’s idea to get the group back together this time—and the impulse surprised him as much as the group text he sent surprised everyone else. It was the first anniversary of the final this week, they had to do something. He’d met up with the guys here and there and had dutifully attended the last silly, themed party Chelsea put together, but it had been at least six months since he’d spoken to any of his fellow former-islanders.

You would think that after a whole summer of sharing a bedroom they’d manage a few nights a year in the same postal code, but the likelihood of another reunion dropped by the minute.

At Chelsea’s party, Priya had joked that maybe the next time they would all get together would be for the winners’ wedding. The table toasted to the thought and to the happy couple.

Gary had spent many sleepless nights since then wondering if he’d imagined the pained look in Bobby’s eyes as they clinked their glasses.

It wasn’t that Gary wished he could switch places with Bobby in the villa. Love Island made him realize that he was a slow-and-steady type of bloke. He would have never been able to move at the lightning pace that the winning couple had.

No, he’d envied Bobby for the girl he was holding hands with, the way he helped Margot out of her coat at the door, the way she rested her hand on his thigh.

When Gary first met her in the villa, he hadn’t felt anything special at first. She was pretty enough that he stepped forward for her when prompted, but he wasn’t immediately shocked to his core with desire for her like Bobby had been. When she chose Bobby on the first day and stuck by his side, Gary couldn’t imagine trying to get between them, even when he started seeing her smile behind his eyes at night.

After the villa, Gary swore off social media. Partly because he wasn’t the type of guy to post #sponcon for vitamins and dating apps, and partly because he wanted exemption from all of the post-Love-Island-break-up-announcements. It wasn’t a secret that most reality TV relationships ended quickly, but the statistic was more heartbreaking when it applied to his and his friends’ relationships.

He was almost tempted to check Instagram before sending a text to the group chat, but he resisted. Everyone should know that he wouldn’t see anything online.

-

The breakup post on social media was brutal. Bobby knew that the public felt a sort of ownership over the relationships that came from Love Island. He also knew that, no matter how much he meant his statement, ‘it was an amicable breakup and we are still great friends,’ would always sound insincere.

All things considered, his Instagram followers seemed more outwardly devasted about everything than he did. He was relieved that the news was out and excited for the next chapter in his life.

Moving on from the breakup and moving on from his time in the villa became one and the same. He stopped checking his socials and allowed himself to ignore requests for interviews and participation in brand deals, letting his time with Margot and his time on TV fade into the background of his daily life.

He’d used his half of the prize money to start a café and it was finally making enough to do more than just break even on his expenses. He had that to be proud of.

By the time he and Margot got over the awkward period and were able to proceed as friends, the café was a marked success. He was proud of himself whenever she dropped by, and could tell she was proud of him, too.

When Gary blew the proverbial collected dust off of the former islanders’ group chat and suggested a year anniversary reunion, Bobby’s impulse was to ignore the text. He’d loved the people he’d met in the villa but, as time passed, he found himself more and more protective over the parts of his life that the villa had never touched. His café, his new friends, his privacy. He worried that bridging the gap again would undo all of the progress he’d made and break down all the boundaries he’d set up.

“Why don’t you invite them to the café?” The way she said it—like it was a no-brainer—made him consider. Margot had dropped by with a few cartons of strawberries and was tidying behind the counter as an excuse to stay and gossip. She’d been helping here and there, since Bobby had yet to hire any staff.

Bobby began washing the strawberries immediately. The shop was closed but he was behind on prep for the next day. “You think?”

“It would be nice to show off.” She picked up a dish rag and gave his arm a playful smack with it. “You deserve it.”

Bobby smiled, pride swelling in his chest at the thought. “I’ll think about it.”

-

Gary checked the address three times over and, yes, this was the spot. The cute little shop he passed by almost every weekend on his way to visit his Nan. He would have never known it to be Bobby’s café from the pastel signage and classy striped awnings. Hell, there were well-tended flower boxes in the windows.

That’d be her, he thought, Margot had the aesthetic eye of the two of them.

“Gary!” A familiar voice met his ears and twisted him around. He grinned, despite himself, opening his arms wide to greet her with a hug.

Margot was as radiant as ever, smiling at him like no time had passed at all. She had a way of making the people around her feel at ease, Gary very much included.

Gary squeezed her quickly and let her go, missing her warmth as soon as it was gone. It was almost a shame that wasn’t the type to come onto someone else’s girl.

“How are you?” Margot took a half step away and smoothed her blouse. The two of them were blocking the café door, but it didn’t matter—Bobby had closed it for their private event.

“I’m doing well, same old work, y’know…” Gary ran a hand through his hair, certain that he looked scruffier since the last time she’d seen him. He’d started going longer between shaves. Nan said he looked more grown-up that way, whatever that meant. “How are things with you? The shop looks great!” He gestured at the flower boxes. “This looks like your doing.”

“Oh, yeah…” 

“Hey you lot!” Priya’s heels clicked against the pavement as she strutted toward the café. She raised her eyebrows somewhat suggestively at Gary but he ignored her—completely unsure what the woman was getting at. “Did Bobby lock you two out?”

“Nope.” Margot laughed. “Just catching up! How are you, love?”

-

Bobby thought that it might be hard to see Gary flirting with his ex, but—like everything else in this relationship—his reaction was a surprise. Bobby loved Margot and he loved seeing her happy. Even if she was laughing at another bloke’s funny story. Even if that bloke was Gary Rennel.

If he couldn’t be a good boyfriend, he was going to be a damn good wingman.

“I’d like to propose a toast,” Bobby said, raising his mug of steaming cocoa to the ceiling like a glass of bubbly. He made eye contact with Margot, winked. “To new beginnings,” he said.

The islanders raised their mugs and drank.

-

“Shame Lottie couldn’t make it,” Margot said. She and Gary had ended up on a bench seat and were isolated together when the main group separated into smaller circles. From the way she’d been speaking to everyone else, though, it seemed to Gary that Margot was keeping in contact with almost everyone but him. He’d be offended if he weren’t guilty of closing himself off from her.

“She’s doing quite well in the states.” Gary shrugged, putting on a show of just how little he was worried for his ex-girlfriend. “I’m sure she hardly misses us.”

She gave him a puppy-eyed look. “You don’t mean that.”

“I mean, she’s doing well. I don’t know, we hardly speak.”

“So that’s done, done?”

Gary wished he could wipe the frown from Margot’s face, there was really nothing about his relationship with Lottie to be frowning about. “Ah, that was just a villa fling.”

“Hm.” Margot gave him a good once-over like she was administering a visual lie-detector test. He passed. “Glad to hear she’s doing well, then.”

“It’s odd seeing everyone together again, no?” Gary asked. He watched Chelsea across the room, prattling on to Bobby and Noah as she gestured excitedly. She was surely suggesting tasteless decór that she thought would improve the café’s atmosphere.

“It’s a bit odd,” Margot agreed. “But nice. I’m glad you suggested it.”

“Yeah?”

She bumped his shoulder with hers, leaving her hand on his thigh where it fell for just a moment. His whole body burned at her searing touch.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

Gary turned, almost lurching away as he came to his senses. “I’m sorry to keep you from Bobby all night. I mean…” He felt awful for how close he’d been to her, how close he’d come to making a move on his friend’s girl. How she’d basically just come onto him. 

He expected her to come to her senses, too. To remember herself and apologize. Instead, she looked at him like he’d gone mad.

“Bobby?” She asked, incredulous as if she’d never heard of the man. “What about him?”

“Aren’t you two…” Gary felt like maybe he had gone mad. He’d been there when Bobby and Margot won Love Island. They were running a café together, for christs sakes. 

Margot’s eyes widened with surprise, then crinkled with mirth as she let out a laugh. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry-“ She set her cocoa down on the table for fear of spilling it as she giggled. “We broke up like months ago! Good terms, I mean…” She shook her head. “Great terms, even. I help with the café, like.”

“Oh.” Gary blushed. He knew he should have checked Instagram before catching up with everyone. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“I forgot that you don’t check your phone.” She laughed. “God, Gary.”

He scooted close again, no longer guilty. “It’s my fault for living under a rock, I s’pose.”

“That it is.” She let her hand fall back to his thigh.

Emboldened by his relief, Gary laid a hand over hers. “There something here, then?” He squeezed her hand, clarifying his question. She hummed, affirmative.

The two of them fell silent, smiling as they listened to the idle chatter of reunited friends around them. Gary felt like he was pulling off a heist. There he was, holding Margot’s hand, and the other islanders were none-the-wiser.

There were no cameras, there was no drama, no one would be tweeting about this moment later. It was all he could have hoped for.

[fidgemimic]

Anyway Beau fucking hates the new wizards for like the first month or two. Also this gets rambly and fic-layout-y as hell. i am very tired and have a headache so bls forgive me

Beau hates both of these new Zemnian assholes to be entirely honest, but she’s willing to give them an iota of a chance after everything finally goes down and the immediate ramifications of turning the Empire’s greatest war mages/archmages into traitors are done with.

She’s absolutely not the only one that doesn’t trust them - fuck not even Caleb trusts them completely and he’s the reason they even bothered to defect in the first place. But the gang at this point is willing to put enough trust into them that they won’t just straight up slaughter them all in a heartbeat.

It doesn’t help that they’re both disgustingly proper.

Backs still ramrod straight, hands folded neatly in their lap or attentively behind their backs. They make eye contact with anyone who dares to speak no matter who it’s too. They’re attentive and quiet - and the nein can see them calculating scenarios and escape routes and weaknesses in their heads any time someone dares to move.

Eodwulf, to everyone’s benefit, seems to easily swap between the cold persona into one that’s a little too competent socially to not be forced and practiced to perfection over the years. He can easily hold a conversation with Fjord and Clay, even drawing laughter from Jester at his quips and playing along with her strange stories; Though not the ones about the Traveller. 

(The first time she mentions him, things suddenly go horribly, terribly wrong. He doesn’t hurt her, of course, but they can feel the air change. He snaps into another personality entirely - disgusted and enraged at the concept that he’s sitting with a heretic of all people. It’s like something cruel has taken over him, drawing curses and cruelty from his lips that bring Jester to tears before anyone even fully realizes the situation. It’s not the first time it happens, but it startles everyone - Eodwulf included. Jester doesn’t receive an apology until much later, once Caleb pulls him away from the group and speaks to him quietly. No one cares to ask what was said - not until Jester grows curious a few days later and asks Wulf. Beauregard only barely overhears it - glaring daggers at the half elf all the same. 

“He said that it was.... it was hard to relearn what should be - what is - acceptable. Hard to relearn what it is normal people see as being non-issues. It’s no excuse for my horrid behavior, but it is... difficult... to know after so long.”

Beauregard.... hates him a little less for that. He’s dangerous, and she keeps an eye on him, but it’s easier to remember that he’s not the first or only person who’s had these issues before. If she speaks to Caleb later about what to expect, it’s for the safety of the group - obviously. She needs to know what she needs to look out for so that she can swoop in and roundhouse kick a bitch in the throat if push comes to shove. But if she manages to catch the hints - the sudden stillness, the tightening of his jaw, the impulsive twitch of fingers as if readying a spell - she jumps in and distracts him with a flourish and desperate ease that would’ve made Molly proud. Eodwulf is easy to decipher once you know what the signs are.

Astrid, however, is not.

She radiates an air of authority that would make Beau sick if it wasn’t from a woman that was just so fucking hot. Where Eodwulf finds a place to integrate himself socially, Astrid sits back and watches from just far enough away that it’s obvious she’s not really part of the team.

It’s intentional - and she’s said as much to the rest when they ask her about it.

“I have little reason to trust that the lot of you won’t kill me tonight. I am fine here. Thank you.”

Beau can tell that Caleb is torn with this information. He’s been torn since the two of them arrived - all three of them have been desperately trying to figure out where they stand with each other in a way that The Nein would find hilarious if it wasn’t a rom-com script stitched together with trauma and guilt and all of the disgusting waste the empire had tried to shove down their throats.

Caleb and Eodwulf are the only two willing to approach her for conversation with positive results. Fjord had tried and given up after two weeks of clipped answers and obvious disinterest. Clay wanders over from time to time with his teapot and empty stories to try and ensure she doesn’t feel left out. She never drinks his tea - not even pretending to in the way that Clay often pretends to drink liquor - but he hardly seems to mind.

No one knows what it is that causes the outburst. One moment, they’re surrounding the fire, chatting aimlessly while Clay’s slow drawl acts as white noise in the background. Then the loud crash of ceramic shattering against the ground bring everyone to silence. Their eyes are drawn to the duo behind them, where Clay sits as calm as ever - his eyes only marginally wider to indicate the barest hint of shock. His teapot lay in pieces on the ground between them.

Astrid raises from her spot, cup still cradled in her hands before she deliberately allows that to slip and shatter on the ground as well.

“Oh, how unfortunate. Clumsy me.” 

When she wanders off, it’s Eodwulf that followers behind her, with Caleb nervously trailing close behind.

Beauregard approaches Clay as he works from his place on the ground, carefully picking up shards of what used to be beautifully painted ceramic.

“It’s no issue, Ms Beauregard. Simply an oversight on my part - I must have upset her and not noticed. It can be fixed easily, no harm done.”

The three wizards return not 10 minutes later. Astrid is silent, as are Eodwulf and Caleb. There is no apology, no attempt to speak to her, only the same carefully blank expression that’s been on her face since the day they found her. Something about the simple lack of remorse or empathy makes Beau’s skin crawl.

Beauregard hates Astrid.

And she makes damn sure that she shows it. 

Beauregard grants this woman none of the ‘pleasantries’ she gives her friends - drudging up every ounce of malice that she has and directing it solely towards this woman. Astrid is everything she hates wrapped into a package in just the right manner that she doesn’t want to tear her limb from limb immediately. She’s the embodiment of the empire, of everything wrong with it and what it does to people. She’s cruel and calculating and Beau can’t help but imagine how quickly and easily this woman could end all of their lives. Poison their food stores while she keeps a small sachel of her own rations close.How easy it would be for her to slip close enough to Caleb to slit his throat with a hiss of ‘traitor’ on her lips even after all he’s done to get them to safety.

She feels predictable and not all at once. It throws Beau for a loop when Astrid finally - finally - responds to her constsant prodding. Not with anger, but with a smile.

The woman is quick-witted and cold. Her words are like daggers being driven into every weak spot Beauregard has and it’s a show of power that drives her fucking insane with how easily the quips come to her. The only thing keeping The Mighty Nein from tearing them apart is the reactions that the fight seems to garner from Eodwulf and Caleb of all people. 

The two of them are huddled together, muttering and chuckling in Zemnian. They commentate with small gasps and giggles and muttered ‘oh, sheisse’s that - through the anger and annoyance - remind Beau of the catty assholes she used to go to school with as a young girl. It doesn’t help that Astrid seems to feed off of their strange new relationship, and in the midst of it all Beauregard realizes something:

This, the woman that’s tearing into her with abandon and thriving off of the attention of her two best friends, the woman who’s catty and self-assured - not because she knows she has power and statusadn training - but because she knows she’s clever enough to out-shittalk someone, is the closest they’ve gotten to seeing who she is.

She’s not sure why she decided to keep it going after that. She found what she was looking for - a small note that Astrid wasn’t just some hollowed out war machine. Something that showed her that there was still a person in there. Hell, she found the tattered remains of Something in all three of them that she hardly expected. 

But Astrid was quick to leave them again - back ramrod straight and shoulder squared. Face carefully neutral. Beau, in all of her horrible terrible no good very bad wisdom, continued the fight for as long as she could, as often as she could.

It was slow going, and every so often Astrid would fall completely silent and unresponsive to Beauregard’s jabs in a way that was uncomfortably familiar, but over time it didn’t even take Beau’s stupid attempts at fighting for Astrid to make quips and clever comments to other members of the team.

It felt like a miracle at that point.

As much as Beau wanted to continue hating Astrid after that point - as much as she wanted to still hold that bone-deep distrust that made sure she had a hand around her staff any time either of those fuckers get closer to one of her friends, she found that she couldn’t. Not really. They were doing better, and if she ever admitted to the fact that she was a little bit proud and a little bit protective of them at this point, she would have to throw herself off a cliff or something.

They were the ghosts of people, slowly but surely remembering who they could have been if everything hadn’t gone so fucking horribly. If she noticed the way that Caleb’s nervous half-smiles turned into stupid childish grins any time Eodwulf or Astrid said anything in Zemnian, or if she noticed how they slowly started to lay their bedrolls out next to each other with less and less space between them each night - that’s not her fuckin problem. That’s not her bullshit garbage ‘friends-to-lovers’ ‘hurt/comfort’ drama novel plot, and she could frankly care less so long as it was a decision that they got to make themselves.

[clownjail]

49 Questions with Mika Part 2

Part 1

Under the cut because it's very long!

Friends

21) Best Friend(s)?

I never really considered anybody a best friend, I don't even consider the kids I lived with in the orphanage acquaintances, let alone friends. Though recently I made a friend in school, her name is Yui Komori and she's lovely!

22) Who was their first friend?

Hmm I guess my first ever friend was a blue bird called River! She was the orphanage pet, and not to brag or anything but I was cleary her favorite out of all the kids, I didn't have any friends at the orphanage and my experience there was pretty bland but River made it the experience more enjoyable! She always was quiet little thing but if i'm around, I'll never get her to shut up, which really annoyed the orphanage kids heh. When I was bought by the Ayashii's, apart of me was upset because I'll never see River again but the following day, she was in my bedroom window, waiting for my retun! I was just a kid back then so I didn't question how she got there, she wasn't an extremely good flyer to begin with and even if she was, she was still a baby, and even now, I sometimes see a glimpse of her when i'm by myself but it's probably my imagination haha.

23) What is their friend group like?

I don't really have a friend group, sometimes I hang out with Yui but she's often being dragged around with the Sakamaki's brothers. Master Shin has made it very clear that if he catches me talking casually to someone of a lower breed, I'll be severely punished! So because of that I can't interact with Yui as much as I want to.

26) Have they ever hurt a friend or lost one?

I wouldn't say I hurt a friend, more like a friend has hurt me, though I guess we were never really friends to begin with…

27) Do they have a crush on any of their friends?

*blushes* I-I consider Master Shin one of my closest friends, even if he doesn't see it that way, b-but recently I want more than that…is that what you consider a c-crush? *blush intensifies*

28) Do they share classes with good friends?

Well Yui is a year above me, so we don't share the same classes together, the only time we see each other is in the hallways, lunch or sometimes cooking class. However I do share a class with Subaru-kun, though he probably doesn't see me as a friend, let alone acquaintance, we sit next to each other and he's often fun to tease!

29)  Whom do they go to the most when they need a shoulder to cry on?

The bathroom. I don't like crying in front of other people because I don't want them to worry over me, I don't want them to pity me, so whenever I feel like I need to cry, I do it in a private area.

30) What would this person do without their friends in their lives?

That's a good question…my oldest friend, River, has been with me since I was a child, I couldn't imagine what it would be like without her being there to keep me company but then again, River, doesn't live with me anymore and I'm doing fine without her but I do miss her a lot…

School

31)  What grade are they in? If they arent in school, how come?

Even though im 17 years old, I'm in my first year! I didn't get a proper education most kids my age should get, so because of that I got bumped down a grade, they were actually considering dropping me to second year of Middle School, if Master Carla didn't get involve, I don't where I'll be at…

32) Do/Did they like their teachers? Was there a good one? Bad one?

…… I'll be lying if I said that I enjoy all my teachers, there are just some teachers/subjects that I do not care for nor like. Since i'm usually pulled into Master Shin shenanigans, i'm on thin ice with some teachers.

33)  Do/Did they listen to their teachers or are/where they goofing off a lot?

I try my best to listen to the teachers but when you're sitting next to someone like Subaru-kun, it's gets kinda hard to listen to the lecture when your partner is angrily tearing up the test sheets hehe

34) Are/Where they a good student grade wise?

I-i mean, I like to think that i'm a good student, j-just not academically! While I enjoy most subjects, i'm awful in some of them, if it wasn't for Master Carla, strict but much needed teaching methods, I'll probably be a straight C student.

35) Do/Did they need extra help?

Yeah, I guess you could say that, usually Master Carla will tutor me, and while I do appreciate his help his teaching methods can be harsh at times, I remember the first time, I got a question wrong on a test after months of studying, I will never forget what happened next *shivers*!

37) Do/Did they have bullies in school?

There's the occasional catty group of girls, who sometimes spread snarky remarks and rumors about me and Master Shin, Master Shin would be very angry at me, if he knew I was getting worked up about false rumors, so I tried to not let their words get to me.

38) Have they ever gotten into a fight at school?

Well some of the girls could be a bit catty towards me, mostly it's because of how close I am with the Tsukinami brothers, especially Master Shin. It doesn't really bother me but sometimes the girls cross the line, and try to go physical on me, so when that happens, I usually revert to self defense. I know violence isn't always the answer but sometimes I can't help it, when fists are flying, my initial default thought process is to retort back as well! It's stuck in my brain at this point!

39) Have they ever done something stupid/embarrassing at school?

Many times! Master Shin is usually the cause of this or is somehow involve but there was this one time I was running late to class,

40) How far do they plan to go with school? If they dropped out, do they want to go back?

I'm planning to finish all three years of school! I never went to school when I was a child but now that I am attending classes, I could learn all new things that I never experience or seen before! I want to learn more and more about everything and anything, and my first step to accomplish that goal is by attending school, not like I'm complaining though!

Other

41)  Are they dating anyone? Do they want to date? Are the married? Divorced? 

*blushes* I-i mean I do have a slight c-crush on someone, b-but dating never crossed my mind!

42)   What is their favorite hobby? Do they keep it a secret?

Because i'm a servant of the Tsukinami's, I don't have much free time but whenever I have the time, I usually practice my knitting skills! Master Shin, always teases for being interested in a 'lame hobby' but I spotted three sweaters that I knitted, in his closets, that he previously called ugly, so its safe to assume he really does like my craft *giggles*

43)   If they could have one thing in life, what would it be?

For a long time, what I really wanted in life was freedom but now that I have that, I don't need anything else.

44)   Do they work? If so, what is it? If not, are they looking for one or even want one?

Well I don't know if it classify as a job but i'm a servant of the Tsukinami's household. I don't really consider myself as a maid or servant, because I don't really do anything servant-like, all I really do is just help out the Tsukinami brothers with minor tasks, such as grocery shopping. I think the familiars are more useful and servant-like than I am.

45)   Do they use social media?

Heh I'm not really tech-savvy as the kids these days are, so not really! (Oh my gosh Mika you're not even that old)

46)  Have they ever been in the hospital?

When I was in a slave of the Ayashii's I did have some severe bruises that did needs medical attention but I wasn't given any, so no I never been to a hospital and I don't think I ever want to, some of the stories I hear about hospitals don't sound really pleasing!

47)   Do they believe in the supernatural, that there is more than the eye can see?

Well I mean, I guess you could say, i'm already living with them!

48)   What do they do when they get angry, stressed, or upset?

Well whenever I feel overwhelmed, I-i usually go to Master Shin *blushes*, he doesn't comfort me or anything, just knowing that's he's there, makes me feel better *blushing intensifies*. Sometimes if he's in a really good mood, I'm allowed to hold him when he's in his wolf form but those times are really rare! H-however if Master Shin is in a bad mood or if he's the cause of my stress than I usually take a walk in the forest, being cooped up all day inside, really gets to me at times so whenever I have the opportunity to go outside, I'll take it, I've find it whenever i'm surrounded by nature, all my nerves go fade away. Sometimes I have a familiar accompany me, just so I can have somebody to keep me company and other times Master Shin would go with me as well.

49) Would they consider themselves as a good person, bad person, or morally grey?

I would like to believe that i'm a good person, but I know i'm not, I have done some terrible things to other people and I very deeply regret the things that I did so the best description that fits me is morally grey.