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this is so cool...

Teach me how to make dango, Megumi-kun!

_{[ why this sudden change of heart ]}

hey fushiguro

i did something bad

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[ he's calling.

at 2:00 am. ]

Megumi ...
You scratched Yuji too?
You really need to get control of those kitten claws.

( he thinks he's funny, shh. )

FUSHIGURO I HAVE CURSED ENERGY AGAin

[ akira's not the only person who gets chocolates, meg too!

she leaves the box outside their cottage, wrapped with blue and yellow ribbons. the chocolates themselves have splashes of blue and yellow on them, all different flavors: white, dark, milk. ]

come have dinner with us next time!

~lumine

[He had let Megumi go after that night with faith that the boy could take care of himself. But still, Elias worries; Toji may have been a hands-off ‘parent’ when nothing much was happening but that doesn’t mean the boy wouldn’t struggle now, under a blood moon, having to commit acts of great violence.

There hadn’t been much point trying to have a heart-to-heart talk when the adrenaline was still high. But it’s been a day or two, and Elias thinks now’s a good time to make sure Megumi is eating and recovering. Whether or not Toji would approve - he’s unsure - Elias thinks the boy deserves this much.]

Hello Megumi, this is Elias.

I wanted to check in on how you’re doing. Are you alright?

_{[ idk out of nowhere: ]}

Yo!
Have you ever grabbed Yuuji-kun’s ass?

Edited (typo phone ) 2023-03-11 01:09 (UTC)

hey megumi... something weird has happened...

[ The open day had been an entertaining experience to say the least.

Yuji had spent a lot of time investigating the cooking and carpentry side of things, getting caught up in seeing where he could use his time best, figuring out the way his strength would work, when… He’d been pulled in to what felt like an ocean of clothes and pushed into trying this thing and that thing until they’d settled on an outfit that makes his chest feel tight.

He couldn’t get out of it alone, so he’s had to walk home trying to ignore some of the staring.

Right now he’s in front of Megumi’s bedroom door, trying to breathe properly through the admittedly poorly tied up black corset he’s wearing under his shirt, cheeks a bright red as he nudges the door again. ]

Hey, Megumi, c’mon…

( it's gotten harder and harder to breathe over the last little while — no doubt, suguru has noticed a stray petal here or there on the floor of their shared space, though he's done his level best to pick them up himself when he notices them, just so no one else does — and somewhere along the line he'd thought to mention it to someone in the town proper, as nonchalant as only he could be about something like coughing up flowers, and to say he isn't much of a fan of the cure would be putting it about as mildly as anything could ever be put.

talk about repressed feelings. tch—

it isn't like he's been carrying around some very specific guilt for, oh … the last ten years? thereabouts? and he's told himself time and time and time again that he needs to let it go, because he'd tried to bring it up once and the one he'd tried to bring it up with hadn't wanted to hear anything about it. let it go, just let it go.

easier said than done, it would seem, and the longer he waits, the worse it gets. he's damned near choking on blossoms every … half-hour, or so? give or take a couple of minutes here and there, it isn't exactly like clockwork, but it's become enough of a problem that he knows he needs to do something about it.

or just wait and see if it kills him. but he's never been too fond of that idea in the first place.

he lets himself into the space the younger shares with both yuji and akira — unlike megumi, he doesn't bother knocking, lack of manners be damned — and calls out to him in a tone that belies the entire reason he's here. ) Megumiiii— you home?

( never mind that a petal gets stuck between his teeth, and he ends up shoving it into a pocket. he's just here for a casual visit! )

hey megumi

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