#[can't force miyako not to be silly tho]

[glassesandpassion]

❦ -[from daisuke]

Send me a symbol for my muse to come clean about:   ❦ - Something they hate about your muse.

- ... h-hate? - Miyako was stopped on her tracks, looking side to side until her eyes settled on Daisuke again - But I don't-

- You see, - she cleaned her throat, shifting her gaze to her feet, her hand placing a stray strand of hair behind her ear - there's plenty to hate about you, of course. You're stupid, annoying, and can't even make it up with your looks. It's a pain to have to keep up with all of your stupid ideas, you know? Heh.

She knew she was being harsh (and not entirely sincere), but Daisuke was the one who prompted it. If he wanted reasons to be hated, she'd give him, alright.

Not that she could take this seriously, not when it was about one of her oldest friends. Miyako snickered, a large smile gracing her face.

- But there's no way something like this could ever stop you, yeah? Only you could ever keep up with my energy and you better not stop now, Daisuke!