[ 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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[ 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.