[ just throws a stony look at her before getting up to retrieve a spoon from the kitchen drawers and coming back to his chair for a bite. he didn't think that she was being serious? then again, he should know by now that mary is the type to just. do her own thing despite sena's warnings. it's why they're the F-word despite constant denials, though they really should bring that up at some point.
like right now. he heaves a sigh after a while of halo-topped silence as he goes for it as well. ]
So what brings you here? I didn't take you as a crazed fan either, Saotome. You know I can just call security on you for breaking and entering without my consent, right?
[ welp, even when mary looks depressed as hell, he's not gonna take this lying down. sorry gurl. ]
[ a little petulantly, she replies: ] The security guard loves me. He's the one who let me in. I told him I was your girlfriend, so.
[ True Chaotic Good Mary Saotome ]
[ but, with that aside, she jams her spoon back into the ice cream to take a bite, regarding it for a minute before she talks. it's much easier to focus on that than it is on sena's face across from her--she has a hard enough time admitting these things. ] You know how you said your past life was involved in a war? There was something fucked up about mine, too.
[ and she can't put her finger on how bad it was, but the feeling of dread combined with the image was definitely a start. ] I had another one of those stupid memories.
Just because you told them that, it doesn't mean you're gonna start acting like one. Who gave you the right to even go through my closet and just put on my clothes?!
[ BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT. he listens to her nonetheless, lightly sucking on his spoon and blinking at a mention of more shitty memories, and it makes sena think that... yeah, it really is a good thing she came here first. he did barge into her dorm room about the war memories that he'd had, so this is fair. ]
And that is? How bad is it?
[ despite being usually harsh, sena actually tries to approach this as delicately as he could. but what could be worse than an interschool war? ]
[ mary just ignores him throwing a fit about the shirt, because whatever. she's also learned to tune the "just grumping to be a grump" out and listen to the "actually pissed off"--mostly because they're basically the same temperament--so, unnecessary. besides, it's comfortable and fits nicely, and she had forgotten to bring a spare pair of pajamas the last time she showed up.
she sighs. ] Past me was in high school, I guess, but there was something wrong with it. Someone had covered my desk in graffiti. [ she doesn't need to elaborate, really, though she can still remember every single word written on the desk. flat, ugly, washboard, no one likes you, mike mike. ] But, I guess someone had made a doll of me or something, and threw it on the desk. And broke its arms and legs off.
[ that was downright disturbing. ] And there was a tag on the desk that said "housepet".
[ sena is silent for a while, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms together as he processes this. huh. ]
So... what, you're a bullying victim?
[ he doesn't mean to sound so flippant about it, it's just... well. he didn't expect that kind of backstory, considering that mary is Very Strong and Confident and that she can kick the ass of anyone who dares cross her. ]
I don't know. It doesn't sound like me. [ mary seems to agree with him, because, hey. she doesn't put up with people treating her like that...literally ever. ] It wasn't just that, though. I can handle bullies.
[ it's hard to describe that terrible feeling of existential dread that had rooted her to the floor when she first had the memory. the whole reason she ended up showing up here after. she scrubs her hand over her face. ] And the housepet thing, too. It said "mike" on the desk, like--I was someone's pet kitten, or something. That combined with the doll...
[ she trails off. ] It's not a war, but there was something fucked up happening.
[ his voice trails off as well. that's... an interesting insult. but just hearing the fact that she's seen as a pet kitten of all things - it's as if she's being objectified in her past life? it's skeeving sena out tbh, and it's making his blood boil a bit. ]
Not an interschool war, huh? What else could be worse than that?
[ sighing, he runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, stabbing the tub of ice cream with his spoon. the war... he only had a general feel of it, he didn't have enough details on him for now, but he knows that a Lot of people were affected. so if mary's situation back then is just as fucked up as his, then -
[ the feeling of uneasiness that settles over them both is downright palpable. mary had been more or less sympathetic to sena's comment about a "war" at wherever his past life had ended up, but, she hadn't thought her own would be anywhere near similar. why would it be? she's always lived a fairly normal life.
she mirrors him, scooping out a big bite of ice cream and sticking it in her mouth, leaving the spoon in her mouth to try and let the sweetness wash away that nasty feeling. ] I want to know more about it. What the hell could I have done to get that treatment? And why... [ she thinks back to the stuff written on the desk and pulls the spoon out of her mouth, stabbing it into the ice cream too. ] I can't shake the feeling that came with it. She--I--felt devastated.
[ there's a pause. ] And pissed off, though I guess that's not that weird. [ she says that a little wryly, dark humor. ]
[ that feeling is why she came to sena's--in reality, she was seeking answers as much as she was seeking some comfort. ]
I know, and that's why you bought that ice cream for the both of us.
[ might as well lighten the mood a bit, even though he can stab this ice cream all day if he wants to. he's just as frustrated at his memories providing more questions than answers for him, and like mary, sena has also lived a normal life. is this karma, perhaps? for being a bad person? could be, but sena is never the type to believe in that crap.
but... okay. sena is not really good at comforting people, but... it's mary. somehow she's the sole exemption to a lot of things that sena has put up so far. so he might as well give it a shot for both of their sakes. ]
Maybe because you pissed someone off. Someone who you shouldn't have crossed in the first place. Whoever they are must've really fucking hate you.
[ IS HE HELPING. it doesn't seem like he's helping, even though he's brought up some good points, maybe? ]
[ that gets a little laugh out of her, and mary reaches up to toss her hair over her shoulder, more of a showoffy playful gesture than out of necessity. ] What is it people say? My haters make me famous.
[ normally she'd have a (loving) barb about how clearly that's how sena got famous, but she keeps it to herself today, finally pushing the rest of the pint across to him. the rest of that's yours, pretty boy. ] I don't know, though. I can't help but feel like it was normal.
I think I screwed something up. [ her brow furrows a little, thoughtful. ] I don't know what, but I think I--earned that title somehow.
[ a pause. ] That pisses me off. [ of course it does. ]
[ that's a hugeass mood but he's not gonna interfere with that. sena purses his lips at the pint of ice cream and... god, he's been eating nothing but sweet shit this month because of bingo, there goes his fucking diet. wordlessly he stands up to place it back in the fridge - only to find another tub of halo top in it.
goddammit. he'll talk to her about that later. for now he goes to grab a pitcher of water and two glasses for the both of them. ]
You think something like that to happen in a school is normal? Now that's really fucked up. It's like... advanced bullying.
[ now he's not one to talk since he pushes a lot of people around anyway but even he has standards??? whatever. he walks back to the table and places the water and glasses on top of it. go drink up. ]
And so? What are you gonna do about that, Saotome? Let any of that shit define you now?
[ he's challenging her, even though he knows by know that she's stronger than that. ]
[ that makes mary snort, reaching for the glass of water when he hands it to her. sena does have a point. mary doesn't really care what her past self was up to--it's the exact advice she gave sena earlier in the month. she might as well eat her own words. ] Of course not.
After all, I don't see you acting like a stalker. [ mary raises her glass, mouth turned up in a wry little grin. ] I should learn from the master, no~?
[ there, that's better. when in doubt, poke fun at friend and pretend you didn't just have a serious bonding moment. ]
[ sena scowls at being called a stalker because UGH, HE'S NEVER GONNA LIVE THAT DOWN, ISN'T HE.... but a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes a sip of his water. mary being back to her smug self - that's way more like it.
always glad to help. ]
As you should. You don't have to listen to whatever those assholes are saying if it's already in your name anyway...
[ it's weird to think of sena as anything close to comforting. after all, their interactions have always been a push and pull of teasing each other, never admitting anything real. in reality, sena is one of mary's favorite people, the kind of person to make her forget about horrifying, creepy high schools with something as simple as a nickname.
she pauses for a moment, staring at him with round eyes, before her mouth settles into a smirk, curved up at the edges and far, far more natural on her face. ] Otome, huh?
[ the meanings definitely aren't lost on her. ] I like it.
[ now there's the mary he knows and platonically loves. with that, he stands up and stretches his arms up a bit. this is his first time giving anyone a nickname in this world - he doesn't know how izumi does it but he'll do his best from here on out. ]
Yeah yeah, don't let it go to your head now. Anyways, since you're already here in my clothes... The guest room is all prepped up as always. Just --
Next time, do try contacting me if you're going to break into my house again. I don't want to think that a burglar might've come in or something. My parents would fucking kill me.
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like right now. he heaves a sigh after a while of halo-topped silence as he goes for it as well. ]
So what brings you here? I didn't take you as a crazed fan either, Saotome. You know I can just call security on you for breaking and entering without my consent, right?
[ welp, even when mary looks depressed as hell, he's not gonna take this lying down. sorry gurl. ]
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[ True Chaotic Good Mary Saotome ]
[ but, with that aside, she jams her spoon back into the ice cream to take a bite, regarding it for a minute before she talks. it's much easier to focus on that than it is on sena's face across from her--she has a hard enough time admitting these things. ] You know how you said your past life was involved in a war? There was something fucked up about mine, too.
[ and she can't put her finger on how bad it was, but the feeling of dread combined with the image was definitely a start. ] I had another one of those stupid memories.
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Just because you told them that, it doesn't mean you're gonna start acting like one. Who gave you the right to even go through my closet and just put on my clothes?!
[ BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT. he listens to her nonetheless, lightly sucking on his spoon and blinking at a mention of more shitty memories, and it makes sena think that... yeah, it really is a good thing she came here first. he did barge into her dorm room about the war memories that he'd had, so this is fair. ]
And that is? How bad is it?
[ despite being usually harsh, sena actually tries to approach this as delicately as he could. but what could be worse than an interschool war? ]
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she sighs. ] Past me was in high school, I guess, but there was something wrong with it. Someone had covered my desk in graffiti. [ she doesn't need to elaborate, really, though she can still remember every single word written on the desk. flat, ugly, washboard, no one likes you, mike mike. ] But, I guess someone had made a doll of me or something, and threw it on the desk. And broke its arms and legs off.
[ that was downright disturbing. ] And there was a tag on the desk that said "housepet".
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So... what, you're a bullying victim?
[ he doesn't mean to sound so flippant about it, it's just... well. he didn't expect that kind of backstory, considering that mary is Very Strong and Confident and that she can kick the ass of anyone who dares cross her. ]
Housepet, though. That's kinda degrading.
[ ya think ]
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[ it's hard to describe that terrible feeling of existential dread that had rooted her to the floor when she first had the memory. the whole reason she ended up showing up here after. she scrubs her hand over her face. ] And the housepet thing, too. It said "mike" on the desk, like--I was someone's pet kitten, or something. That combined with the doll...
[ she trails off. ] It's not a war, but there was something fucked up happening.
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[ his voice trails off as well. that's... an interesting insult. but just hearing the fact that she's seen as a pet kitten of all things - it's as if she's being objectified in her past life? it's skeeving sena out tbh, and it's making his blood boil a bit. ]
Not an interschool war, huh? What else could be worse than that?
[ sighing, he runs a hand through his hair in exasperation, stabbing the tub of ice cream with his spoon. the war... he only had a general feel of it, he didn't have enough details on him for now, but he knows that a Lot of people were affected. so if mary's situation back then is just as fucked up as his, then -
what's left for both of them? ]
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[ the feeling of uneasiness that settles over them both is downright palpable. mary had been more or less sympathetic to sena's comment about a "war" at wherever his past life had ended up, but, she hadn't thought her own would be anywhere near similar. why would it be? she's always lived a fairly normal life.
she mirrors him, scooping out a big bite of ice cream and sticking it in her mouth, leaving the spoon in her mouth to try and let the sweetness wash away that nasty feeling. ] I want to know more about it. What the hell could I have done to get that treatment? And why... [ she thinks back to the stuff written on the desk and pulls the spoon out of her mouth, stabbing it into the ice cream too. ] I can't shake the feeling that came with it. She--I--felt devastated.
[ there's a pause. ] And pissed off, though I guess that's not that weird. [ she says that a little wryly, dark humor. ]
[ that feeling is why she came to sena's--in reality, she was seeking answers as much as she was seeking some comfort. ]
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[ might as well lighten the mood a bit, even though he can stab this ice cream all day if he wants to. he's just as frustrated at his memories providing more questions than answers for him, and like mary, sena has also lived a normal life. is this karma, perhaps? for being a bad person? could be, but sena is never the type to believe in that crap.
but... okay. sena is not really good at comforting people, but... it's mary. somehow she's the sole exemption to a lot of things that sena has put up so far. so he might as well give it a shot for both of their sakes. ]
Maybe because you pissed someone off. Someone who you shouldn't have crossed in the first place. Whoever they are must've really fucking hate you.
[ IS HE HELPING. it doesn't seem like he's helping, even though he's brought up some good points, maybe? ]
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[ normally she'd have a (loving) barb about how clearly that's how sena got famous, but she keeps it to herself today, finally pushing the rest of the pint across to him. the rest of that's yours, pretty boy. ] I don't know, though. I can't help but feel like it was normal.
I think I screwed something up. [ her brow furrows a little, thoughtful. ] I don't know what, but I think I--earned that title somehow.
[ a pause. ] That pisses me off. [ of course it does. ]
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goddammit. he'll talk to her about that later. for now he goes to grab a pitcher of water and two glasses for the both of them. ]
You think something like that to happen in a school is normal? Now that's really fucked up. It's like... advanced bullying.
[ now he's not one to talk since he pushes a lot of people around anyway but even he has standards??? whatever. he walks back to the table and places the water and glasses on top of it. go drink up. ]
And so? What are you gonna do about that, Saotome? Let any of that shit define you now?
[ he's challenging her, even though he knows by know that she's stronger than that. ]
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After all, I don't see you acting like a stalker. [ mary raises her glass, mouth turned up in a wry little grin. ] I should learn from the master, no~?
[ there, that's better. when in doubt, poke fun at friend and pretend you didn't just have a serious bonding moment. ]
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always glad to help. ]
As you should. You don't have to listen to whatever those assholes are saying if it's already in your name anyway...
Otome.
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she pauses for a moment, staring at him with round eyes, before her mouth settles into a smirk, curved up at the edges and far, far more natural on her face. ] Otome, huh?
[ the meanings definitely aren't lost on her. ] I like it.
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Yeah yeah, don't let it go to your head now. Anyways, since you're already here in my clothes... The guest room is all prepped up as always. Just --
Next time, do try contacting me if you're going to break into my house again. I don't want to think that a burglar might've come in or something. My parents would fucking kill me.