OPEN RP POST DEUX

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This a post where I'll RP anything with you and that means ANYTHING. Except smut because I suck at that Got a scenario in mind? I'LL DO IT. Here's some prompts below to help get things moving along if you don't have an idea to play out. The prompts are just prompts, if you have something specific, just let me know either at sweethymns or my AIM (rainsweets). Have at it! ➢ 01. AMUSEMENT PARK: Disneyland? Knotts Berry Farm? Six Flags? A made up amusement park with knockoff characters? Who cares, let's just ride that roller coaster or that giant swing ride! ➤ 02. PARK: Benches, trees, grass, maybe a lake and a basketball or volleyball court. ➢ 03. SNOWY DAY: Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful... or the level of snowfall can be any you wish! Light or heavy, there's going to be some winter related activities somewhere. ➤ 04. DINER: I love food, I really, really, really love food. And so do muses if they like to eat too! This diner seems to have a very HUGE menu with a large variety of dishes! Let's bond over food stuffs! ➢ 05. SICK DAY: Either your muse or my muse is sick. Who's taking care of who? ➤ 06. SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN: Our characters are stuck in a closet and can't get out until there is some kissing, so they better make good use of those seven minutes... DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME. ➢ 07. SCHOOL: High school never ends! Or any type of schooling really. So whether it's in class or in the gym, let's try to endure mandatory education! ➤ 08. SURVIVAL HORROR: That old mansion/creepy town/underground science lab/zombie infested city ain't going to be survived by itself. Grab your medicinal herbs and shotguns, let's survive the horror. ➢ 09. WILDCARD: Let's make up shit.

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[fujino]

Someone told me this once: "If you're in pain, you should have just said so."

[She smiles warmly at the memory from junior high. Fujino still wonders to this day whether Senpai remembers that day or not.]

It sounds so simple doesn't it?

[vigilantibus]

Yeah. And there are some people who say the opposite, too: that pain is only pain if we let it be.

[ Stick comes to mind, but Stick is...Stick, and he knows that there are some rulers that are best used as a reference, not as an actual instrument for measuring.

He rolls around to his point after a moment of consideration. ]

What's important is that you can be honest with yourself.

[fujino]

Ah. Well, are you then?

Honest with yourself, that is.

[vigilantibus]

You're asking that to a guy who runs around at night in a mask.

[fujino]

[Okay, that got her to laugh again.]

So not very often, I take it?

[vigilantibus]

I'm good at taking punches. If that's me being honest with myself about pain, then, yeah. I'm pretty honest.

[ He waffles around the issue again, but he laughs with her. ]

[fujino]

If you're getting hurt all the time...

[Her eyes widen when it occurs to her that he's been doing this for a while. So that means...]

Ah, I hope you have someone who helps tends to your injuries. You're not alone are you?

[vigilantibus]

[ The question immediately makes him think of Claire, and he thinks about whether or not it'd be smart to answer in the affirmative, just to retain a semblance of integrity—

—and decides that he owes it to Claire to do just that. ]

There's someone, yeah. When IcyHot and bandages don't do the trick. They usually do, though.

[fujino]

Thank goodness.

[A sigh of relief is made on her end. Fujino briefly thinks of her personal doctor who aside from her mother was concerned for her well-being after the nightmarish incidents that she caused. Without them, she would have succumbed to her misery instead of taking the steps to brave the future.]

I must apologize for asking too many questions. It's hard to sleep though after all that's happened.

[vigilantibus]

Well, you are sitting in a stranger's room. I would be more surprised if you did sleep soundly, no matter how tired you must be.

[ And that's the truth. He knows that this isn't exactly a conventional way to place someone in protection, and Fujino is taking it...exceptionally well, which is an understatement. ]

And you haven't asked me things like "are you going to kill me" or "what do you want with me", so. I think I'm good.

[fujino]

[What he says gives her pause. He's right; she was taking this almost too well. While he gave her a fairly solid reason to entrust him with her safety, Fujino could stand to distance herself more. (Then again, it's not the first time she was at another man's place, but Senpai was a special case.)

It's the realization that she wasn't worried if her well-being was in danger again because her means to protect herself were... Well. She doesn't want to entertain the thought.

A human body twists more easily than metal.]

There's nothing you want with me... I think I can tell that much.

[vigilantibus]

There is one thing I want.

[ He says casually enough, which may or may not sound ominous. A beat of silence lingers, perhaps longer than necessary, before Matt clarifies.

(He's just teasing, really.) ]

For you to be safe.

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[fujino]

[Oh...]

[fujino]

[Ah... It's too late and too useless, but she wishes at that moment that she was able to see his face. All Fujino can do is reach out with her hand before letting her palm sit on her lap, her fingers curling open.]

I... Could you give me your hand?

[vigilantibus]

[ If she asked, he'd let her touch his face— something he's asked others if he could do in the past, as strange as a lot of people find it. He'd even suggest it, if she doesn't ask him for his hand first. ]

My hand?

[ Well. There's nothing wrong with granting that request, so he moves back over to where she's sitting, rests his hand palm-down on hers. ]

Here.

[fujino]

[Her hands were soft and barely touched by strenuous activity compared to his. When he places his own against hers, her fingers slowly move to encase his palm.

To Fujino, the hand felt rough and it also made her feel very small. It was layers and layers of fighting and struggling she can't fathom very well. One could say Asagami Fujino felt humbled, maybe even ashamed because...

Ah...

If he knew, if he finds out... He'd hate someone like me.

A presumptuous thought, but it's not baseless in her mind. She acted out in 1998 in order to take and take, to grasp that wondrous sensation after years of repression and being pushed to the brink.

This person fought, perhaps for the sake of himself, but didn't his fighting mean something at least? For the sake of others and for tonight, for her sake, he gladly faced the inevitable and long lingering pain.]

I'm sorry.

[Sorry for what exactly?

Well... Having to save a murderer like her.]

[vigilantibus]

[ Trepidation. That's what he feels from her pulse, from its highs and lows. A sincere apology for a reason he can't quite grasp, disarming but melancholy: he thinks of fractured glass, stilled but steady breathing.

Sometimes he wishes he can see, because as much as he's honed his mind's eye to see better than he ever could before, it's still not enough. What color are her eyes? Are they wavering? How vivid are her expressions, how do her lips curve when they frown, smile?

He lets her hold his hand, but eventually draws it up to let it rest on his cheek. ]

Apology accepted. But only so you don't have to make any more, starting now.

[ He lets himself smile, if only so she can feel it instead of hear it. ]

[fujino]

[With her hand on his face, she can finally tell that it's... rugged? Is that an okay word to use?? That aside, Fujino can tell that it's a face that's younger than expected, but still aged, in that he's been through a lot.

She feels the smile. Her heart feels lightened.]

I can't guarantee that, but I'll try to rest up so we can both be at ease.

[vigilantibus]

I'll take what I can get.

[ Slowly he lets go and pulls away, letting the bed creak with his absence. ]

—I might be gone when you wake up in the morning, but I promise I'll be back. If anyone rings or knocks, ignore it. Alright?

[fujino]

Mm.

[A small voice of agreement and then she puts her finger to her lips as a playful gesture.]

I'll keep myself a secret.

[vigilantibus]

[ He can't see it, strictly speaking, but he Knows. So she gets a laugh for her trouble (he wonders if he'll ever, you know, tell her that they're both blind) as he starts heading towards his living room, to that well-abused couch. ]

I'm counting on you to be good at that.