#「 ACCESS FILE :// JUJUTSU KAISEN. 」: a sullen moue˒ frozen carmine mouth.

[rahbid]

TARGET   :    GOJO, SATORU. LOCATION   :   @parieha​​​​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   otherwise prompted. ENCRYPTED   :   ❝     ─   ah  ,  ah  !  aggression  isn't  attractive  !    ❞     gojo  merely  lifts  his  head  when  he  catches  her  fist  over  the  back  of  the  couch  ,  trademark  upturn  of  his  lips  infuriatingly  mocking  as  it  was  to  everyone  .      ❝     plus  ,  i  heard  you  a  mile  away  .  tsk  !  i'd  work  on  that  before  trying  to  throw  any  punches  at  anybody  ~  !   ❞    (   he  merely  squeezes  their  fist  in  punishment  for  her  transgressions  ,  harmlessly  reprimanding  .  )  ❝    ya  hear  me  ?  quit  it  .    ❞

        ❝   you took from my snack stash!   ❞   she exclaims, teeth bared and brows furrowed with annoyance. ❝   and don’t tell me it wasn’t you because you are the only one who knows where it is!   ❞

         she doesn’t want to hurt gojo - not usually, anyway - but sometimes she just wants to eat all his energy til there’s no damn smug smile on his face. she hates the lack of integrity - flaunting himself, doing things that earn him a fair punch to the face and cowering from his consequences! at least she knew when she deserved a beating! 

        a pause. anger subsiding into confusion. she does not take her hand from his wrist ( though, there is the fleeting thought that he really doesn’t need both his hands ), instead merely tilting her head sidelong, upper lip curling back - she looks like she doesn’t understand. it’s not exactly an uncommon expression, especially when she’s trying to understand gojo’s never - ending string of utter nonsense.

        ❝   what do i give a damn what’s attractive? what do you give a damn? i’m not attractive to you anyway.   ❞

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TARGET   :   GOJO, SATORU.

❝     does it really matter ? same difference , right ?       ❞ the sorcerer completely brushes off her suggestion , raising an open hand to wave it metaphorically away from the subject at hand .( as one might expect of satoru : he is nothing if not observant of things . right now , his eyes rest on the book that his stray was holding , noting that for what it was worth , the doll seemed to be exceptional at recreating images . down to the shading . where satoru remembered a lot , he didn’t remember everything to her extent , so this much was impressive . )

❝      oh , is that the way it looks to you ?       ❞ the man raise a brow in her direction , as animated as ever to express what he was feeling . ❝     they might not know how to interact with you ’, though ; has that crossed your mind ? there’s a good chance that they’re as nervous of you as you are about them .       ❞

        ❝   no, there is a difference - and there’s no such thing as a same difference. that’s an oxymoron.   ❞   she corrects with an almost frustrating neutrality.

       she truly is attentive. everything is remembered in great detail, even if she does not mean it to be. even if she does not want it to be. no image memorized moreso than her past - the lab where she’d been born and then killed, stripped of all humanity and turned into something else. something not-human, a bastardization of carlo collodi’s whimsical tale of wooden puppet turned real boy. how she envied him when she’d first read the tale, uncertain if she wished for freedom or for the peace of giving up and simply being resin all her life.

        but she is not and if she chose that path, it would be spit in gojo’s face after all he’d done to save her. still, grateful as she is, she cannot grant him what he seems to want from her in this moment.

    ❝   i’m not nervous. why would i make them nervous?   ❞   the way her slit - pupiled eyes peer at gojo should be an answer to that question in and of themselves, but she doesn’t seem to think so.

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TARGET   :    IEIRI, SHOKO. LOCATION   :   @daikomyo​​​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   14 WAYS TO DIE: A PROMPT LIST. ENCRYPTED   :   what do you think of this place?

        it lifts its head, lavender eyes aglow with a near animalistic curiosity. slowly, it creeps closer, gets far too close for comfort. it truly has no concept of personal space. it towers over the doctor, lithe build making its height even more imposing. its still adjusting - life before had never leant itself to speech and now, its learned an entirely new language in only days. when it speaks, it sounds rough, unsure. it has all the words, simply struggling with exercising its stagnant vocal chords.

       ❝   i like it,   ❞ words so much softer than piercing gaze and the stiffness in its long limbs. ❝  i am making friends now. the white - haired one is still annoying.   ❞

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TARGET   :   HARUNO, SAKURA. LOCATION   :   @byakugoseal​ ASSIGNMENT   :   otherwise prompted. ENCRYPTED   :   She wasn't sure what compelled her but without an ounce of hesitation Sakura placed a delicate kiss on the other's cheek.

        confusion is the first emotion to settle in   ---   but not the angry kind. something much gentler, more curious. the warmth of the kiss lingers on her cheek, even after the other has pulled away. delicately, her gloved hand reaches up to touch it, trace the shape of her lips left imprinted on her cheek. some sort of custom? perhaps. she doesn’t want to be rude. leaning in, she presses one to sakura’s in turn.

[rahbid]

TARGET : SATORU, GOJO.

❝        h e ~ y ! how’s the whole anti - social thing working out for you ?       ❞ this man tended to simply appear , even at the worst of times , while distinctly lacking the accompanying noise that a normal person might trample around with . ❝        some advice from your savior ; you don’t get far in jujutsu tech with that kind of attitude .  learning how to interact with others and work alongside them is to your benefit in the long run .  believe it or not , it’s not a punishment .    ❞ / @rahbid

       ❝   antisocial indicates a deviation from acceptable social behaviors, typically in dysfunctional ways. while i display those behaviors in other aspects, i think the word you may be working for is asocial.   ❞  she glances up from her sketchbook, no sense of condescension in her voice, merely a neutral matter - of - factness.

       there is a subtle sense of her withdrawing at the second half of his words, lavender gaze returning to her book and colored pencils. she doesn’t want to get anywhere, she just wants a little time to live, to breathe.

       ❝   no one here enjoys my company anyway.   ❞  she mumbles and feels it to be true. she lacks their experiences, their social skills - she cannot relate to them nor they to her. even gojo, the only friend she’s managed to make in this strange new place, provides no reprieve.