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Shifting around to cross his legs, the mechanic furrowed his eyebrows at the unexpected question. Wait… did the other say ‘too’…? He narrowed his eyes at the other, trying to get a good look at his face in the dim light, before his face lit up in recognition. Had his hands were free, he would’ve smacked a fist against his palm.

“Oh, hey! I remember seeing you around!” Who would’ve thought he’d be locked up with a fellow Hope Peak student? …Not that it’s the best situation to be in, but, well, it’s better than being alone with some scary ass guy. “Yeah, I’m basically the school’s handyman. Uh, fancy meeting you here, I guess? I don’t really know why I’m here, either… The dudes just grabbed me out of the blue! For no reason! I mean, I think maybe they did tell me what I was getting arrested for, but I was too busy screaming to hear them, so...” His face turned sour. “Which! They can’t just approach a dude from behind and expect him not to scream! And then they have the audacity to ask me to stop resisting?? Like, fuck that, man. They’re just two bullies cosplaying in hot cop suits!”

Oh, and he could go into a full-on rant about the series of complaints he had about the ride here and how badly-kept the car was, but glancing back at the other reminded him that he was complaining to the guy like he was working in customer service. The other was a victim here too, after all. “…But like, yeah, you obviously don’t seem like you can do any harm, so I dunno why they would bring you here.” It was sort of weird, honestly. “Well, at least now you have a jail record to boast about with the chicks! Just edit the story a bit to make you seem more badass.”

Maybe talking about girls would lighten the mood?

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Ah, what a situation he'd gotten himself into... It's to be expected that the police would catch him doing something suspicious at some point, and luckily they'd only caught on to one of his milder offenses rather than any of those that would land him in the slammer, just a bit of trespassing - but it's still annoying, to have to sit around and wait for his chance to talk himself out of this mess.

Not that he's worried about it. His boyish looks made it hard for anyone to believe he'd done anything too bad, and at this point, he's gotten pretty damn good at convincing others of his innocence.

But, much to his delight, something interesting happens while he's waiting - the guards throw in another boy around his age, much rougher with him than they had been with Makoto, which made him wonder what he'd done. That bright pink hair made him look like some kind of punk, but the brunette knew better than that...

After all, he was one of his upperclassmen, wasn't he?

"O-oh, yeah, that must be it... I'm not sure what I could've done wrong, heh." He replies with a quiet, faux-nervous chuckle - he probably should've helped him up or something, but it was amusing to watch him struggle. He could just write it off as being wary of his new cellmate, though. "Nice to meet you! I'm Makoto Naegi - you... Sorry if it's weird to ask, but... You go to Hope's Peak Academy too, don't you?"

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The threat… well, wasn’t really threatening, but the mechanic pushed himself up with a dramatically dejected sigh nonetheless. A deal was a deal, and he wasn’t about to break a deal with a kid, less of all this little shit. It took a long ass time to get them to trust him, after all.

Not that he wouldn’t do it all over again if he had to. They’re a little shit, but they’re a fun little shit.

Though their dare made him balk, looking more than a little incredulous at the idea. “Loud enough to make everyone hear??? C-c’mon, kid, you got something against my vocal cords?” Actually, he could probably do that. He was pretty good at screaming, but he didn’t really… want people to hear him yell, much less yelling that. The grin on the kid’s face told him there was no changing the dare, though. “…Listen, if I get in trouble with the Future Foundation people, you’re coming with me,” he relented in a mutter, glaring over at the mentioned Ferris Wheel. “I-it… doesn’t go very fast, does it?”

“No bitching!” They’re quick to put their foot down, folding their arms across their chest with a huff. “I won, you lost! If you keep complaining I’m gonna tell everyone what a sore loser you are and they’re all gonna laugh.” It’s a half-threat, but a threat nonetheless.

Now, to consider their dare. They don’t wanna make him do anything too bad, since he was actually being cool and fun today. Most of the time life got stale and boring pretty quickly, surrounded by the same people in the same places 24/7. But being here was nice. Being with Soda was nice. Even if he’s a huge dork sometimes.

“Hm… I dare you…” They think hard for a second before it dawns on them, and a grin spreads across their face, goofy and almost cartoonish (and sadly, the slightest bit familiar.) “... I dare you to go on the ferris wheel with me, and when we get to the top, you gotta shout that you lost the ladder game to me. And you gotta be loud so everyone hears!”

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Following Sonia’s example, the mechanic threw the disposable stuff into the rubbish bin and placed his tray on the stack, but not before pocketing some packets of sugar they gave him with the coffee. To hear the princess talking to him like this… still felt so odd, and admittedly more than a little nerve-wracking; he didn’t know how to act or what to say, especially with the growing realization that how he used to behave was bad.

Not to mention that his now-caffeinated mind wasn’t being of much help, either…

All of that was thrown out of the window at the princess’s question, though, his whole face lighting up at the chance to get to talk about cars. “Actually!! I grew up in a bike-shop-converted-to-a-repair-shop! Cars were my jam ever since I could hold a wrench! Especially the ones that go VROOM VROOM and SKRRT, y’know??” Very enlightening stuff. He glanced down at the ground, getting a little sheepish, yet unable to hold himself from getting excited about it. “U-uh, dismantling them and fixing them is so much fun. It’s also nice to see people drive them, I guess…” He didn’t really know how to describe it other than I love cars. “It’s just, it uh, when you… like, you know how when you grow up with something you kinda come to have some sort of, like, connection with it?” Okay, this sounds weird in the context of cars. “I-I mean, it’s just… fun, maybe?”

As hard as he was trying to act like he was talking to a friend, a big part of him was hyper-aware that he was talking to Sonia, and it was getting his emotions all over the place. He wanted to tell her all about why he likes cars, but he doesn’t want to sound silly, and he was anxious about making her uncomfortable. She was giving him a chance to talk to her, and he didn’t want to waste it, or do the wrong thing. He needed to be careful.

“U-um, yeah… vehicles are nice… especially rocket ships!! They’re like, totally on the top of vehicles food chain!! ….a-and, that’s it, really… but trains are SUPER cool!! …o-or something,” he muttered the last part, throughly embarrassed. His tone kept fluctuating, the eagerness to talk about something he likes to someone he likes refusing to settle down. Despite his best honest-to-god attempts to keep himself in control, emotions kept easily snatching the steering wheel.

“A-uh, anyways! We really don’t have to go to a, um, a car museum, M… S-Sonia-san!” As amazing as a field trip to there sounded. “A field trip in general, sounds nice! S-so… if there’s, like, anywhere you want to go, maybe…?” Was that pushing the princess-treatment zone? He really wanted to know where she would rather go, though…

Man, he wished there was a tool he could measure this with.

She didn't think she had much in common with Kazuichi: besides being a student at Hope's Peak Academy and a member of Class 77-B, Sonia had assumed they were as different as possible. From talent to interests to background to personality, she had, perhaps, unfairly written him off as having little reason to be part of her life beyond necessary formalities. It would have been easier to do so, anyway.

Still, Sonia sighed, giving him a look that she'd never cast his way before: empathy. He seemed self-conscious now, and about something she understood quite well: questioning if others could be in possession of a common interest. Not that she was particularly interested in cars, but when it came to national festivals, or parties celebrating traditions, or supporting national pride in the arts or sports or some other discipline that put Novoselic in the spotlight, she had to question if she could ever ask her classmates to accompany her on an excursion to the Opera featuring a Novosonian soprano, or touring an International education facility built in Tokyo in order to nurture foreign students wishing to work in Japan one day, and vice-versa. The sorts of things far removed from glittering balls, shopping sprees, and lavish galas that anime and dramas loved to show as 'days in the lives of royalty.'

Maybe, she thought, this was what Yukizome-sensei had been suggesting to her and her peers for so long: the more time they spent with one another as classmates, as friends, and not simply as Ultimates, the more they'd have an enriching high school experience that would prepare them well for the future. As sayings went, first impressions were, apparently, not everything. All Sonia had to do now, as she looked over at Kazuichi with his coffee-stained clothes and embarrassed expression, was hope she could trust a second chance.

"We will not be certain they do not care for cars unless we ask them, you know," She gave him a gentle smile before dumping the contents of her tray into the rubbish bins, setting it upon a stack of used trays waiting to be taken by the staff to be cleaned. "It may be an excellent opportunity for a class excursion! Or a 'field trip:' that is what Yukizome-sensei calls them, I believe. But I think any museum we attend should be an enriching experience, not a working one: it helps that I am not yet eighteen and therefore, not a legal Novosonian adult. All royal duties must be cleared and approved by my family or those wishing for me to work could find themselves in legal trouble!"

Not that she had much time left until her eighteenth birthday, when her duties and responsibilities would increase, as well as the press and media access to parts of her life that, until then, had been guaranteed privacy. Something she didn't want to think about as she led the way out of the cafe: if Sonia thought Kazuichi's previous attentions were unbearable, his fawning was nothing in comparison to tabloid journalism and social media.

"Soda-san," She prompted. It was strange, she thought, to see him so deep in thought. Perhaps her wishes had finally sunk in, but she hadn't meant for him to fret so much over them. It would make the walk back to Hope's Peak a bit awkward, and if they were going to be friends, there was no better time than the present to act like it. "How did you become so very interested in automobiles and transport? What do you like so much about them?" For her at least, it was the ability to go fast whenever she could get away with it. But he was an expert, and might possess a different and important insight.

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Everything about this was crushing the mechanic’s heart to smithereens. His hatred for that psychopath ran deeper by the second. She was dead. She was dead, and yet… it was as if they were still under her control. As if all of this was going according to her plan. As if she was still inside of them all.

The thought made him want to rip his skin off.

With slow, rough breaths, he tried to get his thoughts in order. Come on, less feeling, more thinking. What did the kid need right now? Comfort, they needed comfort. What kind of comfort? Would physical comfort trigger them even further? Do they need some verbal comfort instead? It didn’t seem like she would hear him, at her current state. Maybe the tone would still make a difference? Just… a reminder that he’s there? If it might help, even a little bit, he should probably give it a try, right?

…The emotions were clouding his mind again. Think, damn it, think. Emotions were the fucking reason they were here in the first place. If only he’d used his brain instead of letting stupid emotions of despair guide him, he could’ve…

“…” Another deep breath, before he carefully pulled himself closer to the other. “Hey… Yuki, it’s okay,” he tried to say, over the incoherent words the kid was repeating in distress. “It’ll be okay. I promise, it’ll all be okay,” he said again, in a gentler voice, even if the words felt empty to him. It didn’t matter, though, he doubted the kid was even listening. He just needed to say things right now. “I know it hurts. I know you… loved her, but it’ll be okay, alright? I know it doesn’t feel like it but it will all be okay. It’s okay to cry too. It’ll be okay, I’m here. It’s gonna be okay, it’s okay…” If anything, his words felt more like a mantra that he was clinging to, saying anything that might help the kid feel a little better. After some hesitation, like he was dealing with a small wounded animal, he slowly reached over to rub her back, hoping it won’t backfire.

The kid can’t handle any more distress right now.

That makes them pause.

The gears in their head are turning and it’s visible on their face that the question is almost physically painful for them to consider. Their face scrunches up like they’re about to sneeze. They don’t hate her. They could never hate her. She was their whole world. She was everything they had ever known. That’s why they said it, because she didn’t like to hear ‘I love you’ or anything like that. She wanted them to hate her, and- well, they said it because they’re angry, they said it because they want to hurt her, so- but-

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Maybe the knowledge the other had was the reason she could take on that big of a responsibility… No, even with the knowledge to back her up, it would still take some bravery to handle something as big as a life. His coward ass really should learn from her…

Unfortunately, he wasn’t learning shit. Instead, here he was, on the floor, absolutely loosing it over the way the other said penis with a straight face, then added some synonyms to go with it too — which, come on! How was he supposed to not burst out laughing at that?? He didn’t expect her to say something like that out of the blue, at all.

“Sorry, sorry!” Needless to say, it was a struggle to calm the laughter down, but he managed. Still couldn’t get himself up on his feet again, though. “I-I just… didn’t expect that to be his name, and… y-y’know.” Didn’t expect you to add to it. “It’s just like… w-when you’re not supposed to laugh in a situation but then suddenly everything gets a million times funnier! Y-yeah. I uh, swear I don’t have an immature sense of humor! S-so like… please hang out with me again…” As brutally direct as the other was, it felt so refreshing to have someone spell things out from him. He wasn’t sure why, but he’s already kind of… grown attached. Not a lot of people were as blunt as her, usually they’re more… two-faced, in the bad or good way. Even if they meant well by being reserved, it just wasn’t… as reassuring.

Gathering himself, he pushed himself back up to his feet, scratching his head sheepishly. “I guess it is getting pretty late, huh?” That’s a lot of yawning… Her work must’ve sapped all the energy from her. “Alright, yeah, I’ll get out of your hair now. Thanks for uh, letting me see the parrots ‘n teaching me how to play with Natsume!” He took another glance at the mentioned parrot, awkwardly trying to wave at him, before starting to walk away. “If you ever need anything fixed, I’m your guy. Friends get services for free, by the way! So um, we should totally be friends, ‘n stuff…” The whole school gets it for free, actually, but he was trying sell the benefits of his friendship over here.

He hoped he would get to hang out with her again. There were a lot he still wanted to ask, about birds, about the… rainbow community, about her, about... Okay, he just wanted to hang out again in general. Maybe he’ll get to act like a properly cool senpai, next time.

There was obviously some context that Rio was missing as to why Kazuichi was so resistant to the ideas that he liked animals. It couldn't be about maintaining some specific manly image, because, well, nobody would mistake him for that kind of tough or cool person. He seemed like the kind of guy to get overly excited and clumsy over things, almost childishly so, and she guessed that stubbornly clinging to something that was obviously untrue was part of that immaturity. Well, that was fine - it wasn't her job to explain why it probably had the opposite impact than her senpai intended.

"Respect and like are pretty close, right? If you like something, hopefully you respect it, and if you respect something, that's on the road to liking already." Rio shrugged. "But you're right. It's a big responsibility." And one that sometimes seemed pretty impossible to fulfill, when it seemed like virtually every corporation and government entity was just willfully ignorant of what the environmental impact of their policies were. Rio wasn't a violent person most of the time, but seeing the slap-on-the-wrist fines people got for doing such awful things to the environment really made her want to kill someone (in Minecraft).

It was good that there was so much to do. Rio didn't have too much time to get mopey, not when there was science that needed doing. "But, I'm well-studied and I know what I'm doing, so at the end of it, no matter what happens, I can be sure that I did my best and helped as much as I could." Not that that meant she was willing to accept the worst outcomes, even if they weren't her fault. No matter what, she'd never be satisfied until her concerns were a thing of the past, even if it took the rest of her life.

She was about to talk more about Pippi, his general enthusiasm that made up for his more rowdy behavior and less retention skills, only to stop when it was clear that Kazuichi was completely failing at keeping his cool. Regarding her senpai with a flat expression, Rio put together what, exactly, was so funny. "Penis," she said. "Cock. Wiener. Dick and balls." Rio wasn't someone who used a lot of crude language, but she didn't have much against it, either, and she was a longtime netizen. They were just words after all. "Is it really so funny just when something sounds like a body part, senpai?"

Rio rolled her eyes. "Well, I hope that's enough for you to have gotten it out of your systeeeeeeeeaaaaaah..." In the middle of her sentence, she suddenly was taken over by a big, sleepy yawn. Ah, was it that time already? One yawn followed another, and when she finally stopped, Rio rubbed at her eyes, how tired she really was having snuck up on her. It was a good thing she'd retrieved that bird that had wandered into Kazuichi's lab while she was lucid - otherwise someone could have gotten hurt. "Mm... Sorry, Kaz-senpai," she mumbled. "I'm exhausted all of a sudden... We should hang out later if you can keep from laughing at things like penis, but I think I need a nap like ten minutes ago."

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Can we headpat the Despair Kaz?

You chose to pat the despaired mechanic’s head, for some reason.

“….DONT FUCKING PAT ME IM EVIL????”

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“ Bombs, bombs, bombs, bombs! ”

The despair-filled mechanic was giddily singing to himself, the factory and its mercilessly grating noises only sounding like lovely music to his ears.

This was his fortress… no, no, his whole world now — the cage he willingly trapped himself in. There was a lot do, a lot to get done!

To think that all of it was going to be used to cause anguish and FEAR! It will probably be a catastrophe! A TRAGEDY! The most DISASTROUS OF…er… disasters!!

Long story short, this one would most definitely throw the whole world into shock! If only he could figure out why his tools keep disappearing…

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TEACHER, CAN I SIT RIGHT THERE? THIS BITCH BEHIND ME IS CUTTING MY HAIR

prv. sel. multimuse feat. Mikan Tsumiki penned by Sylvia promo banner by @strebcr

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It doesn't matter if I try my best or give it my all

I'm always met with unexceptional results...

...I can't go on like this.

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my goal for this account is to make the theme as atrocious as can be

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🔐 !!

RP MEME — BAD SITUATION STARTERS : 🔐

Truth be told, the mechanic had absolutely no clue why he was here.

It wasn’t the first time he was locked up like this; something about him just seemed to cause cops to think he was suspicious. That, or it was about some minor offense he did actually do but had no clue that he’s done... Either way, it was all up to fate now. He just hoped they don’t keep him here for long, he had a bunch of jobs he really needed to get back to.

On the upside, though… it seems that he had a cellmate, and a harmless-looking one at that! Probably in the same boat as him, then. Just one look at that guy and, yeah no, he was definitely brought here by accident. The poor guy seemed pretty nice, too. He had no clue how anyone would suspect him of whatever he’s here for.

“Did they uh, mistake you for someone?” He decided to ask with a sympathetic smile, once he could finally get himself to sit in a proper position. It was hard to move around with handcuffs, and the guys that brought him were too rough — pushing him into the cell with no regards of how he’d fall face-first onto the ground. Talk about insensitive! The thought kind of pissed him off, but hey, at least they put him with a nice guy this time. “They always do that to me too… Oh, I’m Kazuichi Soda, by the way! What’s your name?”

This was one of those times were he wished he hadn’t decided to go with a punk aesthetic as his middle school makeover. Even if it seemed like the best decision back then, he hated when his looks scared some people off. Being in a jail, on top of that… probably didn’t help his case here. Man, he really hoped he wasn’t scaring the guy.

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BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed.

Send 🌧️ for our muses to get caught in the rain together

Send 🪢 for our muses to be handcuffed together without the key

Send 🏆 for our muses to compete against each other in a competition or contest

Send 💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

Send ✈️ for our muses to wait for a delayed flight together

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down

Send 🔒 for our muses to get locked in a closet together

Send 🔑 for our muses to get locked out of the house / car together

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together

Send 🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together Send 🐺 for our muses to face down a wild animal together

Send 😱 for our muses to be forced to face their greatest fears together

Send ⛵ for our muses to be shipwrecked together

Send 🔐 for our muses to be captured / imprisoned together

Send ⚔️ for our muses to be forced into a fight to the death

Send 🧳 for our muses to get stranded in a different country together

Send 🚁 for our muses to go on the run from the law together

Send 🏝️ for our muses to get stranded on a desert island together

Send 🏠 for our muses to get trapped in a haunted house together

Send 🗡️ for our muses to get attacked by a third party

Send ❄️ for our muses to get trapped outside in a blizzard / snowstorm together

Send 🔥 for our muses to be trapped in a burning building together

Send 🚀 for our muses to be stuck in outer space together

Send ✨ for our muses to be stranded on a different planet together

Send 🌐 for our muses to be stranded in a parallel universe together

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☆ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍' 𝐓𝐎, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘. 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. // indie multimuse featuring canon & original characters from various shows, games, anime, cartoons, & more. written by ash. ©.

☆— 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.

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hey, this blog is still heavily under construction, but would ya mind giving this a ♡ or ↺ if you'd be interested in roleplaying with an indie mastermind!makoto naegi, penned by eddie (21, any prns). thanks!!