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]

[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.