#MAKANNTO

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Things had toppled over a little bit in the SELF-CONTROL DEPARTMENT. At least for Natsuki. From the Daiquiris she’d toasted cutely with Makoto over POEMS & SCARY STORIES to the way she’d stumbled her way nervously into convincing Makoto to taste-test the vodka with her. Talk about TERRIFYING. Of course, being the woman that held herself responsible for fighting Natsuki’s ignorance. And just... being the most caring human Natsuki had EVER MET... Makoto had allowed herself to switch off the Daiquiri for a single drink. Helping to ease Natsuki into mixing spirits for the first time. The result... “Hey, M’koto?” She wasn’t even THAT DEEP into it all. Words were already slurring. “I...” And her NERVES weren’t exactly trapping herself within her own flesh and bones anymore. “I was wonderin’. Could we. Could we do a DUET TOGETHER? You an’ me? We could do Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Or You're My Sunshine. You could even PICK THE SONG...” Final trio of words spoken like some kind of GRAND REVELATION. She’d been attempting to PLUCK UP THE COURAGE for karaoke all night. But stage fright and an absence of her best friend on that stage with her had pushed her over the edge into PROCRASTINATION & DOUBT. But now? Now she was DRUNK. And found herself lacking a CARE IN THE WORLD. (Felt good...) “It would mean a lot to me...” With that, the steadily intoxicating girl dipped her head against Makoto’s shoulder. Flickering a sidelong glance up toward Makoto’s PRECIOUS RUBIES. “Like a lot a lot...” Heart was beginning to THRUM. And not with anxiety for once in her damn life. “Like...” And she leaned in, pressing balmless lips to Makoto’s cheek just like she had earlier. (She might’ve missed Makoto’s cheek and caught the corner of her lips.) “Like tha--ahh!!!” Tiny pink haired girl jumped in her seat. Or rather, Ann’s OBNOXIOUSLY INTRUSIVE WEIGHT launched her by law of springs. Aggressive GROWL resonating in her throat, arms folding and morganites attempting to burn holes into Ann’s existence.

“You know what I think it’s time for?” Ann had been a... LITTLE BIT TIPSY for more than a little while. Steady build up of straws on her back. Passing glances. Gentle moments. Heated entrapments. She’d caught them all. Not that she was allowed to CARE ANYMORE. Couldn’t do a THING about it. So she’d just attempted to dull her JEALOUS RAGE with cocktails. Then she’d caught Natsuki whispering sweet nothings in her ex-girlfriend’s ear. Kissing her near the lips. And HOLY FUCK had that finally fractured the camel’s spine and caused all its bones to distintegrate into a PITIFUL HEAP on the floor. And thus, she’d thrown herself ass first onto the sofa beside Makoto. (Sae had JUST gone to the bathroom to relieve herself.) And she threw an arm around her former Owner. Uncharacteristic -- Especially since streaking her hair a VIBRANT RED. But she needed an excused to force space between Makoto and Natsuki. And she could always BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL. Index finger lingered itself against Makoto’s navy and black corset and in the moment that aquatic orbs met pools of fire, not even the Orange Sunrises could drown out the sheer WAVE of chemicals that got her heart racing. Oxytocin secreting from the pituitary gland in her brain.  And breath slipping free HOTLY & INDISCREETLY. A few seconds ticked on by with parted lips and a subconscious screaming at the blonde to PULL THE FUCK AWAY. Something else wanted her to TOUCH THE FIRE AGAIN. But luckily (or perhaps not so much...) She was still JUST SOBER ENOUGH that her inhibitions won out. Trance breaking and another breathy exhale spilling from lungs before she finished. “I think... That it’s time for games. Truth or Dare. Never Have I Ever. Take your pick. I pick DARE by the--”

                                                                                    “AHEM!!”

That drew the attention of both NATSUKI -- Who had spent the last few minutes whining out complaints and offenses that had went UNHEARD by Ann. Shouting out that it just WASN’T FAIR and that she’d already asked Makoto FIRST to perform karaoke with her. Even telling Ann to stop being such a THOT of all things. And pleading out for Makoto’s help. As well as Ann who looked just about ready to SCRAP. “First of all...” Simple step over and she grabbed at her sister’s wrist, pulling her from the mess of LOOSE LIPS, WEBBING LIMBS & SPITEFUL CALCULATORS that were Natsuki and Ann. Not that she’d ENTIRELY done it for Makoto’s sake. As would be evidenced within a few seconds. “So, apparently, I can’t even go to the bathroom for two minutes without DUMB & DUMBER attempting to ruin the party.” Childish insults weren’t Sae’s forte. But she’d also intentionally chose them to be DEMEANING. As if neither of her love rivals were worthy of RESPECT. “That said, I DO agree with Ann for once in my life. Something I never thought I’d have to say.” Pause. Devilish smirk curling at vindictive lips. “But I suppose even a BROKEN CLOCK is right TWICE A DAY.” Tut and a sigh, eyes out for blood scanning the duo. Shiho was piping up in DEFENSE of Ann. Or attempting to. Ann grabbing her hand and telling her not to. Something about how NOTHING could be MORE WRONG than two sisters fucking each other. No wonder Ann was trying to quiet her triggered friend. Natsuki meanwhile was all huffy and twisted away. Eyes PEEKING OUT at Makoto occasionally. Sae was beginning to learn how to READ THE BITCH. For a poet, Natsuki spoke more in BODY LANGUAGE than in WORDS. “So. I suppose that’s TWO VOTES for drinking games or just party games in general. And since they were Makoto’s idea. In much the same vein that Natsuki kicked off our poetry recitals earlier.” The poetry recitals were somewhat of a JEALOUS SORE SPOT for the girls. After all, there was no doubt that Makoto was going to win. Considering the insane depth of bias all around the room. Were Ann, Sae and Natsuki gonna vote for each other? NOT. A. CHANCE. But... There was one girl who had found herself in QUITE the unenviable bind: Her baby sister. Makoto had one vote to cast across three. Four, technically, but a vote for Shiho spoke louder than a vote for any of her COMPETING PETS. No matter who she picked, at least two girls were gonna get their egos carved to pieces. And they’d clearly NOT YET RECOVERED. “I think you should pick the game and the first person. Truth. By the way. If you pick me first.” She had a SNEAKING SUSPICION that Natsuki would pick--

“DARE...” Demeanor spoke of a FURIOUS DISCONTENT that she’d quite possibly been usurped in her entire idea. She had no clue that Makoto had been AVOIDING karaoke tonight. Or indeed even WHY. (Natsuki had MISSED that particular disaster.) “Though, I still think, since she IS the host. She should ALSO be allowed to still pick KARAOKE!!” Petulence bled from her form. Arms crossed. Lips pouting. Body ramrod stiff. Death glares levelling at Sae and Ann. “Well? Which is it gonna be?” Not that she was ABSENT PLAN if Makoto did pick games. Especially if she picked Truth or Dare. She’d be STUMPED if she picked Never Have I Ever. And in all honesty, Never Have I Ever frightened her. She had a lot less CONTROL over her secrets with a game like THAT. And while she had held a certain amount of information PRIVATE from Makoto. She would not outwardly LIE to her tonight. (Honestly doubted she could with so much alcohol buzzing her brain.)

                                                                   SHE WAS SICK OF KEEPING SECRETS.

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Ann, are you still in love with Makoto?

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Immediate wave of TENSION felt like her every muscle would turn to red-streaked ICE or STONE. That question... "Does it matter anymore?" She hated to say it, but so much of her faith was DEAD & GONE. And the morsels that remained only served to further the AGONY behind her ribs. "Makoto's heart isn't all MINE. I--" Throat choked on those words. Hand clutching at her chest. RIPPING sensation born anew -- ALL OVER AGAIN. "I'm..." Sniffle. Humorless & pained laughter. "Not the only girl in her dreams..." Tears we're streaming. Cheeks flushing rouge from SHEER, OVERWHELMING EMOTION. Raw and honest. "And until..." Pause. Conscious kick to TWIST her own words around. Take out the meaning lest her true desires come to light. Lest it be known that she was still HOLDING OUT HOPE. (((COULDN'T HELP HERSELF.))) "Unless that changes, I just...” Shake of her head. Sadness tipping on back over into ANGER. That happened A LOT these days... Clashing LOYALTY & FURY. How could Makoto EVER done this to her? Let alone as OFTEN as she had... “I just...” Shake of her head. Her whole body, too, for that matter. Though that part was BEYOND HER CONTROL. Eyes dipped down, incapable of holding that gaze. Of seeing that judgment in the other’s expression. Tone filled with DISGUST & DISAPPOINTMENT. And something else. (SADNESS.) “Like I said... It doesn't matter anymore..."

                                                          ..............THAT WASN'T WHAT SHE SAID......

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@xunxjustxjusticex​​​ | FOR MAKOTO

Ann got it. She guessed. SHE KIND OF GOT IT -- OKAY? Sae was Makoto’s sister. And she had undeniably been INSTRUMENTAL in stopping the Shido Conspiracy. She deserved to be here every bit as much as the Phantom Thieves themselves. And, well... SAE WAS MAKOTO’S SISTER. Still, the younger blonde couldn’t help but be UNNERVED. (Could anyone truly blame her?) Had Makoto noticed she’d been drinking FASTER than normal? (Normally she KEPT PACE with her girlfriend.) She hoped not. Then again, she DID have her hands all over the girl right now. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. SAE. This was suicide at best. (At worst, Sae would kill Makoto, too. GOD, SHE HOPED NOT...) But Ann couldn’t quite help herself right now. She was already DRUNK. She was feeling TERRITORIAL. And quite frankly Makoto was HOT AS FUCK. “Now that you’ve saved the world. Will you finally accept how pretty ya are?” Words were slurred and she had one arm draped HEAVILY over Makoto’s shoulder. Prodding her lips playfully with her index. “WE saved the world.” She fixed, firing aquamarine eyes over toward their friends. “But still. Point is...” Gaze fell back toward Makoto’s lips and her own parted in a little gasp. Eyes glued -- DARKENING. “Point is--”

                                                                  “AHEMM!!”

Throat clear in EFFORT to draw Ann’s gaze. And quite frankly. She didn’t trust Makoto NOT to give in to the blonde’s advances. Things weren’t exactly EASY for her right now. Even her hatred of the simplistic bimbo was being twisted and contorted by this uncomfortable BOND that she’d forged with the Phantom Thieves. She’d been GRATEFUL when Makoto invited her. But also downright TERRIFIED. She’d been regretting coming almost entirely when Ann started to drown her liver and close up that distance. But it wasn’t like Sae had a leg to stand on right now -- EVERYTHING CONSIDERED. Still. Ann’s flickering gaze -- A sea of flames glued to her own flesh and blood’s (INSANELY KISSABLE) lips. Drunk and edging forward. That had been the last straw. “Yes. My sister is very pretty. But last I checked, Takamaki. This was not a party for TWO.” Oh her jealousy was RADIATING off her. She couldn’t help it. She just wished it wasn’t LOSE-LOSE right now. Watching this had her heart LURCHING in her chest. Putting a stop to it had EYES on her. Judgmental eyes. All on Ann’s side. And if things got out of hand... Her fists balled up TIGHT and she brought her own glass of wine to her lips -- Taking a long, long sip. “If you could REFRAIN from such disdainful displays. That would be MOST appreciated.”

Ann’s eyes almost ROLLED at Sae’s words. But she wasn’t QUITE that drunk. And the older woman’s words did allow certain INHIBITIONS to kick in. Namely realizing just how FAR she was already going in her mind with Makoto. And that all her friends WERE present. Something about that thought had always... WEIRDED her out. Plus-- What did Makoto think of her RIGHT NOW? (She had no idea...) “Disdainful?” Word was SPAT SPITEFULLY. But she did go to ease up. Tried to at least. But blue orbs remained locked on pink lips and gentle fashionista fingers touched delicately upon SHARP COLLARBONES. She had to snap herself out of this snide revolt NOW. Before she did something she’d live to REGRET. And yet... “It’s not like we’re messing around or anythin...”

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xunxjustxjusticex said: B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite? (Sae, Natsuki, Ann)

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Aquamarine eyes finally pulled themselves away from the screen of her phone. She could be so SELF-CONSUMED sometimes. It wasn’t as if she was TRYING to be rude. Rather, Ann proved herself time and again to be QUITE THE AIRHEAD. Just lost in her own little world. ENTIRELY IGNORANT to the perceptions and intentions of the people around her. So long as Makoto, Shiho, The Thieves, Sojiro, her parents, Mika, Eiko, and, yes, Natsuki & Sae, were HAPPY TO BE ALIVE, nothing short of a TRAGEDY could burst Ann’s personal little bubble. Meaning, unless some sick psychotic freak posed a threat to someone, you had better JOIN ANN IN HER BUBBLE, or get used to the simple fact she was in her own little day dream. Hell, it hadn’t been until Shiho INSULTED her art that she’d noticed the other girl. And herself and Makoto had largely lived separate lives in separate yeargroups before Ann grew weary of the THREAT Makoto posed to the PHANTOM THIEVES. (Same held true for Akira and his attempts to take down Kamoshida.) But that question? That question counted. Caught her attention. Though, she couldn’t fathom WHY the other cared. “I do,” she began to explain. “Not like it makes me GEEK OUT or anything. I’m not as into them as Haru is. But...” Pause as she shifted forward, pulling in her chair and turning fully toward the other. “You ever heard of Lily of the Valley?” Beat of silence to let them answer. “It’s the National Flower of FINLAND. They’re beautiful but poisonous. Kind of like myself and all my favorite movie characters.” Flash of a NATURALLY EGOTISTICAL smirk. “But that’s not even why I like it. It’s even SIMPLER than that.” The Lily of the Valley had several names and a dozen origins and meanings Ann didn’t know the FIRST THING about. The important thing to her was a sentiment all her own. “I used to live there. Finland.” Voice spoke of NOSTALGIA & MELANCHOLY. “My mom and dad have always travelled a lot. And always took me with them. I don’t remember anything about half the places we’ve been. But I remember Finland. Miss it sometimes, y’know?” Smirk had just become one of HAPPINESS over PRIDE. “That’s why I always keep a little bottle of Lily of the Valley perfume tucked away in my nightstand. In case I ever get a little NOSTALGIC. It’s sweet scent always takes me back.”

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Tongue still painting at the rim of the bottle, aquamarine eyes darted across -- dancing with MISCHIEF & LUST. Devilish smirk, stretching up her cheeks all the while. “What’s that about my tongue?” Question was intended to TEASE. “See something you like?” Lustful laughter SPILLED FORTH as her panties wet beneath her skirt. Thighs rubbing together subconsciously. “Your turn for a sip.” Yes. A ‘SIP’. As if they weren’t already down half the bottle -- INEBRIATION CREEPING FAST.

“Okay. So--” Words were quickly cut off by the scene. Her dear sister holding hands, curled up against Ann. Tongue flicking HARSHLY across her canine she attempted to hide her snarling disgust. (Likely to no avail.) “So I found a web page with twenty six ideas on it.” Did her tone hold VENOM? “I’m going to call out some of the LEAST PAINFUL ones for us to try and if anything speaks to you, just shout.” And please. Please. PLEASE. Move away from your girlfriend. “Okay. So we’ve got: Fancy dinner. Cocktails. Karaoke. Dance Revolution. Movie night. Casino. Amusement park. Booze cruise. Truth of dare. King. Photoshoots. Aaaaaaaand a game called Never Have I Ever?” She didn’t exactly know much about the more GAME-ESQUE suggestions. Honestly she’d just settle for a chance to get drunk and steal away Makoto’s attention. But, for now, she’d let THEM take the lead. (If they were SMART it should SCARE THEM.)

And scare them it did. From the second Sae entered, Ann had wrapped an arm around her girlfriend -- CLEAR-CUT POSSESSIVENESS. Holding the bottle to her lips in hopes she might take a drink and tongue it, too. Right in front of her dastardly SISTER. Shaken faith couldn’t help but shine on the inside as she boarded up her heart -- Ready to be HURT. “Some of those sound like recipes for disaster. Not gonna turn ‘em down. Just saying. What do you think, Makoto? Play it SAFE or go WILD?”

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“What the--” Snap to her feet, chair booling over. None of this was NEWS per se. Makoto had already CONFIRMED the kinds of abuses levied against her by Kaneshiro. Hell, he’d already CONFESSED. But, good God, knowledge never held a candle to how it felt RELIVING IT RIGHT NOW. Beating Kaneshiro kept HIM down. Beating Shido had got them access to... A LOT of off-the-record video footage. And this. THIS had her blood boiling like no other. Heart thumping hideously against her rib cage. Body quite INEXPLICABLY in Fight or Flight mode. No one. NO ONE hurt her sister and got away with it. “Makoto? MAKOTO!!” Call outs a desperate paranoia. In search of affirmation that she was STILL FINE. “That son of a bitch...” Red eyes narrowed, out for blood. Predatory growl rumbling back in her larynx. PAINFUL exhale through flared nostrils. “That STUPID BASTARD SON OF A FUCKING BITCH...” Final words seethed through gritted teeth. Could feel her shadow CRAWLING over her skin. How had Makoto described their big fight in the Metaverse?

                                                                    ...DEATH ROULETTE?                                                                                 (SUCH A FATE WAS TOO KIND                                                                                          FOR KANESHIRO AT THIS POINT...)

Flinch. Flinch. DOUBLE. FLINCH. -- “Fuck... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... FUCK!” Curse fell with ever-increasing aggression from Ann’s lips. And, oh, how EVIDENT it had to be: The sheer immensity of blame she was piling upon HERSELF. After all, it had been her words about Makoto being USELESS that had helped triggered her into the DRASTIC actions that got her into the very situation Makoto was detailing. All kinds of SMARMY & PERVERTED hands and arms slithering around her girlfriend. Choking her. Slapping her away. Copping unwanted feels. Rendering her HELPLESS & AFRAID. “That motherfucker! He deserved ten times fucking WORSE than the beating we already gave him. All his fucking friends, too!” Shaking with violent rage. How very... UNCHARACTERISTIC of her. “I just fucking hate it. I HATE IT. I--...” Hesitation, arms wraping Makoto tight. “And you know what I just fucking realized?” God this anxiety had her all MULCHED UP in the stomach and chest. “Somehow despite YOU being the who went through this. And despite YOU being the one who had family being threatened so morbidly. You were probably honestly the BRAVEST ONE THERE...” Or at least she could put on one HELL of a BRAVE FACE. “But still...” Either way... “FUCK THAT GUY!” Hand threw bottle of unfinished alcohol against the wall in a haphazard frustrated CRASH. Imagining it to be the SHATTERING SKULL of that fat little prick.

“I--” Tightness in her chest. Closure of her throat. Stabbing in her stomach. She was shaking like a LEAF. Body puppeteered by her very own ORGANS. Thud. Seethe. Wretch. Thud. Seethe. Wretch. Shit was she having a PANIC ATTACK? It felt like she wanted to throw up. “I...” What did one say to this? What could ANYONE say to this? “I-, I--...” Her best friend had been KIDNAPPED, MOLESTED, THREATENED, DAMN NEAR DRUGGED & SOLD OFF and Natsuki hadn’t even known a THING about it. Thud. Seethe. Wretch. Never could have done a THING about it... THUD-THUD. SEETHE-SEETHE. WRETCH-WRETCH. “I-- I’m so sorry...” Sympathy and guilty were NOT Makoto’s goals. So Natsuki could only hope to God the student council president FORGAVE HER. They were merely the first words she could CHOKE ON OUT. “I-, I--... I just...” More shaking. Another harsh and painful swallow but it would seem her throat had been cursed into somewhat of an ARID DESERT sort of way. Or maybe all the moisture that should’ve been there was too busy falling down her face... EITHER WAY. “I’m just... I’m glad you’re okay...” Tiny body twisted, clattering quite a pitiful absence of force (and not for lack of TRYING, either...) against Makoto’s fifteen or so pound  heavier skeletal pod. Burying tear-stricken eyes into Makoto’s shoulder. “I’m just so glad you’re okay... I NEED YOU OKAY...” Natsuki had no idea whether that was a statement of DESPERATION OR CARE. (((BOTH.))) “I-I wish I could’ve done... something...”

                                                                                      ........ANYTHING.....

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xunxjustxjusticex said: "okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you.”

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Furrow of her brow -- FRUSTRATION OR WORRY? Ann settled on it being the LATTER. Regardless, it proved quite the odd reaction. As a supermodel, she’d had photoshoots like this both BEFORE & WHILE dating Makoto. So why get so much more jealous and possessive NOW? -- AFTER they’d broken up and settled into FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS? Maybe it had always just been a lack of EXPOSURE. Queen hadn’t ever been to a photoshoot with Ann since things turned serious. Maybe out of FEAR she couldn’t handle it, but feeling like Ann DESERVED to follow her dreams. Or maybe secretly spending that time with Sae or Natsuki instead. Hard to tell. honestly, and, for obvious reasons, Ann didn’t like to think about it. Regardless, here they were, on break in Ann’s little locker room. T-shirt pulled from torso -- BARING BRA-CLAD TITS. The plainest bra she owned. One of the ONLY bras she still owned. Aquamarine eyes turned themselves over toward Makoto. “What do you mean? It’s just a photoshoot...” Was she really that DUMB as to not see anything untoward in their treatment of her? Or maybe she’d deluded herself for YEARS that these photographers were very scrupulous in their intentions. Or maybe Makoto just didn’t like it on PRINCIPAL. “And it’s not like you ever had a problem with it before...”

                                                                                                             “...Have you?”

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Ann, someone told me that ur gf is good at teaching about sex toys. Just thought u should know. (I'm really terrible lol)

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Eighteen words and her whole world STOPPED . Aquamarine eyes instantly flashed across to the other. Hand -- Plus comb -- Falling SLOWLY & LISTLESSLY from her messy post-gym hair. Lips had parted. Disbelief? Or SHOCK HORROR? Better question: Why the fuck was she even SURPRISED? Thoughts swirled around so clamorously in her skull -- ECHOING PAINFULLY -- But outside, everything was SILENT. The tension between the two something to be cut with a KNIFE. One second. Two seconds. One minute. Two-- “LIAR!” Eventually shout SHATTERED the atmosphere like a stone to glass. Body shaking, lips curled back, BARING TEETH. “You are such a fucking little LIAR! M-Makoto would NEVER do that! No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. NO. -- NO!!!” Fists were balled up. Left hand had fingernails painting RED with the blood of her palm. The other CRAMPED PAINFULLY around her comb. Head shook. And shook again. Hand spasmed and threw her CHERISHED COMB to the ground. Body twisting and Ann stepping up to the individual. “Where the HELL is your proof? You know what? I don’t need to take this from YOU. I’ll ask her MYSELF...” With that, Ann grabbed at her school uniform, jamming it HAPHAZARDLY into her locker. Neglected her comb entirely and stormed out. Only stopping to fling her LETTERMAN JACKET over her shoulders.

Within minutes, Ann had navigated the corridors, paying zero mind to all the whispers about her tracksuited, beehive-haired, sweat-sheened MESS OF AN APPEARANCE. A woman on a mission to find Makoto. She didn’t have class when Ann had gym. Which meant Makoto was in ONE OF TWO PLACES: The Student Council Room. Or the LIBRARY. Stomach tensed and body shuddered at the latter. Stupid conscience piping in. ~IT WAS PROBABLY NATSUKI SHE TAUGHT.~ “Shut up. Shut. The FUCK. UP!!” She muttered through gritted teeth at herself. “That’s NOT what happened. Makoto promised. She PROMISED.” Rounding the corner and pushing open the door, she-- BINGO. “Makoto! Makoto!” Name wasn’t delivered GENTLY. Blonde approaching with arms crossed. “Can you believe this? Someone in gym class said you were fucking cheating on me -- AGAIN. Something about teaching people about sex toys? It’s fucking ABSURD -- RIGHT?” Monologue had been so fucking SELF-CONSUMED, Ann had paid no attention to the people around them. (Were there any?)

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xunxjustxjusticex said: V :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day? (Sae, Natsuki, Ann)

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If you’d asked Ann even but a few weeks back, how did she feel about VALENTINE’S DAY? How could she have said anything less than how she LOVED IT? After all, free gifts, dinner dates, CHOCOLATE. Music and lyrics and time alone with the people you LOVED THE MOST. The day had to be HEAVENSENT just so she had an excuse to blockade herself in her room with Makoto Niijima and play the newest SHOOTING GAME for thirteen hours straight with helpings of ALCOHOL, JUNK FOOD, & TAKEOUT. But... Such could NO LONGER prove to be the case... And if asked to look into the NEW YEAR. Well... Ann held more than a tinge of DREAD at the thought of Makoto spending it ANY OTHER WAY. Of getting Homnei-chocos from Natsuki, and flowers from Sae. And offering the same in turn. And, of course, was there even a HOPE IN HELL of her and Makoto getting ANY time together? Not something they’d discussed regarding their... COMPLICATED CIRCUMSTANCES. Not that they’d really had the time just yet to figure ANY OF IT out. They were just WINGING IT. Day by day. Waiting to see what the future held for them. And, for the first time. Or perhaps just the most PAINFUL TIME. Ann’s heart ACHED -- Fretting over every last detail. Memories only made it hurt MORE. “You know what?” Conclusion on the tip of her tongue. “Valentine’s Day is an ASK AGAIN LATER.” Did that count as the CHEAP WAY OUT? Honestly, she didn’t CARE. She just couldn’t let fears of what could hurt the most cloud judgment of a day that could easily be EVEN MORE WONDERFUL THAN THE LAST. “Like. Next year. Ask next year. February Fifteenth. I’ll have an answer for you then.” And dear God, she hoped it would be a POSITIVE ANSWER. Until then, she’d tried to ignore that TANGLED KNOT in her chest.

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xunxjustxjusticex said: 📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like (Sae, Natsuki, Ann)           

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“Ann.”

“I...” Gentle little gasp of TERROR. Barely tellable on her broken breath. Perhaps more indicting was the way she instinctually CURLED IN to herself. “S-Someone I...” But it wasn’t just FEAR boiling away on the inside. Oh no. No, no, no. “Pretend to...” As with everything in her life. Hitting Natsuki’s NERVES also triggered her FIGHT OR FLIGHT. “Dislike?” The air fell silent. As if they’d been transported to the very vacuum of space in that moment. “What...-- WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!” AAAAAAnd back down to earth they crashed. Like a COMET. “Pretend to like? Who ever pretends to like ANYTHING? What a frankly STUPID concept!!” Swift and aggressive TWIST of her ragged and fragile body away from her interrogator. “I would NEVER pretend to like ANYONE -- EVER!!”

                                                                (((...................Papa not included......)))

“Honestly?” Ann’s head tilted to the side, brow knitted in thought. “I actually don’t KNOW. I’ve never been the one like. To you know. Pretend to be anything I’m not.” She stood TALL & PROUD against anything she didn’t believe in. “Like INTERNET SHOPPING and CARBONATED SOFT DRINKS and NON-SOY MILK.” Totally sincere deliveries brimming with emotions. “They SUCK. And I’ll tell ya they suck.” Three of her WORST NIGHTMARES. “I mean there’s the obvious Kamoshida thing, I guess? If that even counts?” And it wasn’t as if the Kamoshida thing even pertained to her PRESENT REALITY. All that nasty business was thankfully BEHIND HER. “I’m sorry. I know this is HARDLY the juicy answer you were expecting. But I REALLY don’t know.”

“Oh for God’s sake. You want more detail, don’t you?” Of course. It was in the very question. TALK ABOUT someone or something you only pretend to like. Not IDENTIFY. As a public prosecution officer, she knew the FINEST DETAILS & PHILOSOPHIES that encompassed each and every type of question and how they were phrased. “Fine. If you must know. The whole story with Ann is... COMPLICATED.” Where did she even BEGIN? “There are indeed parts of her personality that I... RESPECT. Quite begrudgingly.” She did indeed treat her sister like the QUEEN she deserved to be. And she had a strong sense of justice. “But that doesn’t outweigh this... BURNING HATRED I feel whenever I see the bitch slobbering all over my sister. And no amount of TRUCE-BASED CIVILITY can ever tip those scales.” Pause and a HEAVY SIGH. “So yeah. Overall I do pretend to like her.” Which... LIKE was a huge overdramatization. If they were being HONEST.

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Natsuki, Ann, & Sae, which of you is the BEST fuck? Duke it out lol         

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The... silence admittedly didn’t last long (Didn’t last AT ALL) once that question had been asked. All three girls were piling their ego-filled voices on top of one another. “Isn’t it obvious?” spoke Sae CONFIDENTLY. Only for Ann to scoff and fall over herself in false laughter.

“Duh! It’s obvious! it’s ME!” she boldly exclaimed. Before Natsuki butted on it, pushing at the much larger Ann Takamaki with her tiny frail form.

“You’re both CRAZY! It’s clear that I’M THE BEST!” Where did the pastel baker’s ego even come from? She hadn’t even had her cherry popped yet. Answer: BOLD DEFENSIVENESS. She always had a way of masquerading herself as more than even she believed. (Especially around people she HATED.)

“Tch!” Sae cut back in, with rolling eyes and a shaking head. “Please -- How any of you still hope to match me is laughably embarrassed and certifies you as INSANE!” Aggressive growl, fists all balled up and Natsuki took a step forward.

“Yeah? And what would you know about you dumb old granny!” Gasp of shock by the prosecution officer. BUT WHY? Perhaps because age and looks were in truth all she had in her career -- Loathe as she was to ADMIT IT.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous she didn’t get the best side of her own family’s genepool.” Mirrored gasp -- Pink eyes pooling in pain and Natsuki shrinking in QUITE PITIFULLY. “And as for you, TAKAMAKI,” Sae trained her gaze on the young blonde. “Need I remind you exactly WHO your girlfriend keeps cheating on you with. Tell me... Why-Oh-Why would she do such a thing if you SEXUALLY SATISFIED her?”

Ann was growling now. SHAKING NOW. Struggling against doubts and pain. Sae was digging deep, hitting low. But she couldn’t let the psycho BREAK HER. “Couldn’t I ask YOU the same thing?” Brow raised -- Tone accusatory. “After all if you were such an AMAZING PARTNER to Makoto  then why the fuck is she still committed to ME?!”

That hit hard. Ann could tell. But she ‘d never tell JUST HOW HARD. After all no one could see inside Sae’s mouth -- At the BLOOD now spilling from her inner cheek. “Why you--” Threat? Comeback? Frustrated cry out absent aim? Whatever it was Sae had on her venomous tongue. It had been cut off by a DESPERATE CRY OUT.

“SHUT UP!!” Natsuki screeched. “Neither of you know the FIRST THING about Makoto or her wants or her needs or the CAREFUL INTRICACIES of what it means to TRULY BOND with her! Not over poetry! Not over Buchimaru! Not over schoolwork! NOTHING! So how could either of you EVER bond with her sexually!” That made sense -- RIGHT?! Natsuki honestly wasn’t 100% sure. But she’d already screamed it at the top of her lungs. So there was NO USE doubting it now.

“And who the fuck are YOU to tell ME what bond I have with Makoto?” Ann was getting REALLY riled up right now. Natsuki had ALWAYS doubted her. Always been suspicious. JUST LIKE SAE. And she was fucking SICK OF IT. “We’ve been to hell and back! We know each other’s deepest secrets and biggest regrets! We share DREAMS! And I’m helping her FIGHT HER IGNORANCE! While she helps me DO THE SAME!”

Another scoff -- EVIL & JUDGMENTAL. “Please. All you two are doing are dooming Makoto to life a MEDIOCRITY & PAIN.” Words were so very razor sharp and dipped in poison. And maybe some acid, too. “If either of you TRULY CARED about Makoto you’d quite anchoring her down. Cut her loose. Let her sail. Let her live she deserves. Not make the sacrifices she needs to to keep YOU TWO AFLOAT.” 

“Man, you’re really fucking FULL OF YOURSELF -- You know that?” Ann squared on up to Sae. Praying to GOD that Makoto didn’t walk in right now. Or maybe she was praying she DID. Would keep her making a mistake she MIGHT NOT have been able to TAKE BACK.

Tiny hands impercetibly twisted Ann around. “You’re one to--” Ann shoved her back. BLIND & UNTHINKING. Sending Natsuki clattering to the ground a scraped and bruised mess of FLESH & BONE. When the BITCH had the sheer audacity to twist back round to face Sae. THAT was the final straw. And what little weight Natsuki had was FLUNG WILDLY at Ann.

All three crashed HAPHAZARDLY to the ground in an entanglements of FISTS & LIMBS. And between Sae’s training in kickboxing. Ann’s subtle gains from her life of fighting crime. And Natsuki’s... COMPLETE LACK OF SELF-PRESERVATION... There was no telling just WHO would come out on top.

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xunxjustxjusticex said: Alice in Wonderland - What does your muse often dream of? Do they have strange dreams? Pleasant ones? Nightmares? (Ann, Sae, Natsuki)            

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“THAT... is really one rabbit hole we should NOT go down...” Ann Takamaki was playing with her hair. Shifting nervously. Could feel her heart DRUM against her ribs. In truth... No one had ever asked her that. She had... A LOT of dreams. Part of the very reason she’d gotten so heavily into dream analysis was BECAUSE of the sheer frequency of... UNCOMFORTABLE dreams. And for the most part all analytical suggestions from Psychoanalysis had been CORRECT. Ziptied hands while she was ‘dating’ Kamoshida. Being lost in crowds as a kid unable to find her mom -- Her LONELINESS. Explicit dreams of sex and hair growth when she was getting to know Makoto. And one particularly disturbing recurring nightmare of MAKOTO & SHIHO falling off cliffs and failing to catch EITHER of them. “There’s a little bit of everything up in there. Good. Bad. Hot. Ugly. Just... Kinda how dreams work.” That last sentence happened to be spoken with a SIGH. Of course. Just because she UNDERSTOOD her dreams. And just because most of them didn’t hurt TOO BADLY. Didn’t mean she LIKED them. Especially those ones about Kamoshida, Shiho or Makoto... (Not the sex ones -- Those were her FAVORITES outside of DATING dreams.) “OH! There is one dream I have a lot. Which I guess breaks the rule. FOOD DREAMS." They symbolized getting SMARTER. But...

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xunxjustxjusticex said: “Do you have to eat it like that?”

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Aquamarine eyes flashed to the side, catching that of HEATED scarlet orbs. “Eat it like...” Words faded from lips, those same blue seas now flickering toward the dessert treat in Ann’s hands. She... honestly hadn’t really been thinking about how she was eating it. (((...HAD SHE?))) The duo weren’t long into their... AHEM -- FRIENDSHIP. And truth be told, it came as more than a revelatory surprise to hear MAKOTO of all people even so much as HINT at those kind of feelings and behaviours. It felt... NOT UNWELCOME. How odd. She usually HATED people seeing sex in her. Made even odder by Makoto ALSO being a GIRL. (Maybe it was because she trusted Makoto to see MORE THAN JUST SEX?) Blonde had no choice but to admit... She didn’t really know how to react. She’d never had anyone that... CAUGHT HER ATTENTION. (That she wanted the ATTENTION OF...) So what the fuck did she do here? “Oh... Uhh... I’m sorry?” Thumb reached up, subconsciously wiping away a stray bit of cream decorating the corner of her lips. (Had that looked SEXUAL?)

                                                             (((...HAD SHE WANTED IT TO?)))

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xunxjustxjusticex said: [ 📱 — sms ] i need you. now.            

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ANN : Where are you? I’ll be right there! ~~..................................~~ ANN : Admittedly I don’t know whether to be cooing, wet, or terrified... ANN : Are you hurt? Drunk? Horny? Flirting? Panicking? ANN : Is everything ok?

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Sae, Ann, Natsuki, What is your biggest fantasy? Romantic & sexual?

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“Uhhh...” Reverberating sound echoed UP & DOWN Ann’s trachea -- Mind turning over the question with more thought than Ann typically gave, well... ANYTHING. “How much time do you have? Like, I don’t even know where to BEGIN.” In truth the idea of a FANTASY wasn’t something Ann paid mind to. Preferring to be blunt and up front with her ideas to her EXPERIMENTALLY ADVENTUROUS girlfriend. And maybe there was a side of her that honestly didn’t like to think of her wants being BEYOND REALITY. “I’ve got a whole HOST of dating and sexy ideas. Makoto keeps them organized in a folder hidden in the student council room -- FOR HER EYES ONLY.” Lick of her lips and gentle HUM. “I suppose mostly you could say my biggest fantasy is to just be able to forever share all these new ideas and experiences with Makoto..."

                (AND TO GET OUT FROM UNDER THE SHADOW OF SAE NIIJIMA...)

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xunxjustxjusticex said: @Ann, ❝do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?❞

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                                                                                       PROM.

Arguably, the student council president’s MOST IMPORTANT ACT. At least in the eyes of the student body, many of whom couldn’t give two shits about whether Makoto got them HEALTHIER MENUS or SCHOOL TRIPS or POETRY CONTESTS or got the drama club an extra TEN THOUSAND YEN. This would be the ONLY THING Makoto’s peers would end up using to measure her worth as president. (Sad state of affairs as that may have been.) And despite their... ISSUES... as of late, Ann had agreed to help out. Staying extra hours and pouring attention over binders within binders of IDEAS & BUDGET & SONGS & DECOR & FOOD. Staring with a rather curious note that the binders appeared to be coded in reference to The Quartet: Theme in NAVY. Budget in VIOLET. Music in RED. And Food in PINK. A matter of fact that Ann wasn’t ENTIRELY sure how to feel about.

(Save being flattered upon laying electric blue eyes upon that vibrant crimson binder.)

Which speaking of music... That had been the topic at hand... About fifteen minutes and forty seven seconds ago. Ex-turned-SOMETHING-OR-OTHER had been getting herself all worked up and stressed out over music choice. Unsure of whether the prom-goers-at-large would rather SLOW & SENSUAL or RHYTHMIC & UPBEAT. Ann had then suggested somewhat of a... PRACTICAL EXPERIMENT. And so the duo had danced within the LIMITED SPACE of the student council room. To songs that echoed through the speakers of Ann’s phone. Hand in hand. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. ROCKING & GYRATING in sync with one another. Breaths caught up in throats and between lips. And if someone walked through that door right now, they’d have SWORN they’d stepped back in time. To a time when Ann and Makoto were STILL TOGETHER.

Final track faded out, SLOW & ROMANTIC, and Ann had one hand against Makoto’s hip, the other at the nape of her neck, gently stroking at the curve of her THROAT & JAW with her thumb. Cradling troubled cranium against her shoulder. And that was when Makoto asked the question. Prompting the tiny FREEZE UP of Ann’s body. Caught breath slipping free in a surprised little gasp. “I...” What did she say to that? Butterflies fluttered in her tummy and chest. Mind raced with possibilities. Both DREAMS and DISASTERS. Ego kicked at insecurities. Telling her to GET A GRIP. And finally, she let out a HEARTY & CONFIDENT solitary chuckle, smile creeping up her cheeks. “You’re the head of the committee, here. Not me -- Remember? WHAT YOU SAY GOES.” And with that, she let aquamarine eyes flutter shut, continuing to SWAY HARMONIOUSLY. Savouring a moment that neither girl had ever been LESS SURE of getting a chance to share again...