[ thank you for feeding me with the proseka kids above.
anyway where is tsukasa? he's given him a few hours to himself and is now wandering around looking for him to make sure he's resting and not dying in a hole somewhere. ]
No, Tsukasa's... resting!! Kind of! He's not in bed anymore, too restless for that, but he has gotten all cleaned up. There's gauze over the slice in his cheek, his hair is damp from the bath, he's changed into his regular clothes, and he's rummaging around in the kitchen as if to keep his hands busy.
Stress baking time............
So he's inspecting the flour on the top shelf of a cabinet as if weighing the agony of stretching for it when his ribs are bruised versus just giving up on the whole venture.]
[ yeah, that's understandable. this is better and more productive than whatever yosuke was doing post-cyoa, so when he enters the kitchen he watches for a few moments before he walks up behind him to stretch and grab the flour for him. he's a whole inch taller... ]
What're we making? [ he has zero intentions of telling tsukasa to go back to bed if this is really what he wants to be doing. ]
[it's not until after he showers, gets changed, and smokes an ill-advised cigarette by the Lake of Glass that Edamura is finally pulled together enough to go looking for his cyoa parters. starting with Tsukasa!]
Tsukasa has since gotten bathed and cleaned up; he's back in the slacks and long-sleeved dress shirt of his school uniform, though he didn't bother with the blazer.
And he can be found idly flipping through what looks like his... homework? In a common area space idk. His school bag is also next to him.
He does not look like he's really focusing on it.]
[homework? in Purgatory??? Edamura is quiet as he takes a seat next to Tsukasa, one brow raised. his cute dog ears are also gone. . . which is very sad for me]
[He is... literally sitting on the floor in one of the hallways of the manor! With his head resting back against the wall, eyes closed. His hair is damp as if he's gotten cleaned up, and the slice across his cheek has been covered with a patch of gauze.
week 4, standing in front of the love hotel, a place for both of these boys to definitely be. Tsukasa has his hands on his hips as he squints up at it.]
[ welcome to the ice rink! tobari has never seen snow before. he's wandering around completely unaware of the dangers of the ice. surely that won't be a problem. for now, you may have optional heterosexuality if you so choose ( 2:08:40 - 2:12:44 ). it's probably just glimpses of this interaction in the ice. if nothing else, it looks tender. some hets have rights.
Tobari's life has been a fortunate one. He'd be the first to say so. Despite the circumstances of his birth, he's defied the odds and managed to survive even this long. Doing so was only by the grace of the people around him. As a child, he was picked up by Shioji—what does it matter if that same beloved older brother later betrayed him and set him up as a scapegoat? He was clothed, fed, given shelter, and raised by the Red Light District—so what if, when it all burnt down, one day those same people who treated him so gently blamed Tobari for all their troubles? Somehow, in spite of everything, he even found someone who loved him through all the tragedies.
And yet he had the nerve to want more. The chance to hold this beautiful girl's hand, even if she was out of his league. The opportunity to see that flower field on the surface, blooming beyond imagination. And—time. Despite the disease festering in his lungs, a marker of exactly where he came from and the fate he couldn't escape, he just... wanted a little bit more time. [ at the end of it all, he's just a little bit stunned. it's one thing to experience and another to witness. and yet his gaze remains glued on the image of that lovely, lovely girl, bloodied and eyes closed for an eternal rest, until his own lungs demand that he remembers how to breathe. then it's just one shuddering breath in as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and he figures out how to school his expression back into something a little less...
[The winter wonderland aesthetic is such a nice change of pace. Tsukasa is gladly out and about, taking in deep breathes of the crisp air as he properly explores everything he can.
Of course, he's intrigued by the ice rink, though he's at least gathered enough survival instincts over the past few weeks to not just slap some skates on and go onto a mysterious lake. So he's walking near the edge of it, still in the snow, when he sees--well, Tobari, and that memory.
And. Well.
I'm sorry to say that by the end of it he is sobbing. Just bawling. Devastated. Tears everywhere.]
[ She does her utmost the first couple of nights. Of course she does. Despite everything she had witnessed, the horrific nature of those sights, everyone seemed to have recovered well and they were continuing as usual. Mafuyu, who took her cue from her surroundings and what was Expected, acts without really thinking about it. If Soo-Won was truly fine, all the better. She already knew there was nothing else to do but keep moving.
But it's harder at night. Not only does that chill refuse to leave her entirely, it's the same for her memory. Eventually, when she sinks into sleep, it's to jerk awake a few hours later, panting and shivering and scared, because there'd been blood, so much blood, and screaming and it takes even longer to reassure herself that it's over now. But the fact remains that it happened. The fact remains that now that it's happened, it could technically happen again. And after that, it's impossible to sleep.
By the third day, Mafuyu knows the fatigue is getting to her.
By the third night, there are tearstains on her face when she gasps herself awake, her thoughts still a mess. And maybe because she's still not fully thinking on the fringes of that nightmare, maybe because when she thinks about the last time she properly slept, there had been extenuating circumstances...
Whatever the case, it's late. Nonetheless, there's a knock on Tsukasa's door and she stands there, wrapped in a blanket, miserable.
Clarity will come and she may regret this momentarily-- ]
[He's perfectly fine. Of course he is. A future world-wide star can't possibly be anything else.
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In truth, he feels more or less fine when he's surrounded by the others. When there are people to talk to, things to focus on, he's able to compartmentalize, put it out of his mind, and focus on the present.
But at night, things are much dicier. More often than not, he finds himself jerking awake from nightmares--of monsters, of blood everywhere, of the people he cares about bitten clean in two--and sometimes, too, of a jagged shard of Originium held up to his throat in a shaking hand, and...
He wakes up.
This dratted cold doesn't help; he's not able to get comfortable at all. At first, he'd thought that if he kept moving he'd warm up eventually, but now he's forced to admit it's more magic bullshit. No amount of blankets warm him up. He can't get settled, and--
There's a knock.
He blinks, a little bleary-eyed, and gets out of bed. His hair is rumpled, but he seems alert enough when he opens the door and blinks. Ah...]
MERRY 🎄🎅 FUCKING 🎁 CHRISTMAS 🎉 YOU HO-HO-HO! 😜 MAY YOUR 🎊 DAYS BE 🎶 MERRY ✨ AND BRIGHT☀️ AND YOUR 🍪 COOKIES NEVER 🍩 RUN OUT! I 👏🏼👏🏼 THANK 🎅 THE ICEFIELD MESSENGER FOR PUTTING 🎁 YOU ON HIS 🎄"NICE" LIST, EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW YOU'RE A BIT 😈 "NAUGHTY" SOMETIMES. YOU ARE THE ❄️ MOST PERFECTLY GIFT-WRAPPED 🎁 DISASTER 🔥 THIS HOLIDAY SEASON HAS EVER SEEN! 🕵️♂️💫 NOW GO GET YOURSELF 🍷🎂 SOME EGGNOG, 🛷 CRANK UP THAT ALIVE UNTIL SUNSET 🎤, AND MAKE IT A 💃 SEASON TO 🎊 SLAY ✨! YOU DESERVE A 🎉 HOLIDAY FULL OF PRESENTS 🎁, GOOD VIBES 💌, AND ALL THE 🍑 YOU CAN HANDLE!
SEND THIS TO 🔟 OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS 💁🏼💁🏾 IF YOU GET 0️⃣ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE 🚓🚫! IF YOU GET 🔟 BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPÁ NOEL'S HOT ♨️ CARAJILLO ☕️
LOVE ❤️ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDING🎄 ELF-ASS SINNER! 💋 MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER ❌ BE BASIC! TURN UP 🔝 AND HAVE A VERY LIT 🔥CHRISTMAS! 🎉🎅
MERRY 🎄🎅 FUCKING 🎁 CHRISTMAS 🎉 YOU HO-HO-HO! 😜 MAY YOUR 🎊 DAYS BE 🎶 MERRY ✨ AND BRIGHT☀️ AND YOUR 🍪 COOKIES NEVER 🍩 RUN OUT! I 👏🏼👏🏼 THANK 🎅 THE ICEFIELD MESSENGER FOR PUTTING 🎁 YOU ON HIS 🎄"NICE" LIST, EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW YOU'RE A BIT 😈 "NAUGHTY" SOMETIMES. YOU ARE THE ❄️ MOST PERFECTLY GIFT-WRAPPED 🎁 DISASTER 🔥 THIS HOLIDAY SEASON HAS EVER SEEN! 🕵️♂️💫 NOW GO GET YOURSELF 🍷🎂 SOME EGGNOG, 🛷 CRANK UP THAT ALIVE UNTIL SUNSET 🎤, AND MAKE IT A 💃 SEASON TO 🎊 SLAY ✨! YOU DESERVE A 🎉 HOLIDAY FULL OF PRESENTS 🎁, GOOD VIBES 💌, AND ALL THE 🍑 YOU CAN HANDLE!
SEND THIS TO 🔟 OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS 💁🏼💁🏾 IF YOU GET 0️⃣ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE 🚓🚫! IF YOU GET 🔟 BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPÁ NOEL'S HOT ♨️ CARAJILLO ☕️
LOVE ❤️ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDING🎄 ELF-ASS SINNER! 💋 MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER ❌ BE BASIC! TURN UP 🔝 AND HAVE A VERY LIT 🔥CHRISTMAS! 🎉🎅
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Some hours later, after Mafuyu's had time to decompress and answer a multitude of questions--
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anyway where is tsukasa? he's given him a few hours to himself and is now wandering around looking for him to make sure he's resting and not dying in a hole somewhere. ]
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No, Tsukasa's... resting!! Kind of! He's not in bed anymore, too restless for that, but he has gotten all cleaned up. There's gauze over the slice in his cheek, his hair is damp from the bath, he's changed into his regular clothes, and he's rummaging around in the kitchen as if to keep his hands busy.
Stress baking time............
So he's inspecting the flour on the top shelf of a cabinet as if weighing the agony of stretching for it when his ribs are bruised versus just giving up on the whole venture.]
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What're we making? [ he has zero intentions of telling tsukasa to go back to bed if this is really what he wants to be doing. ]
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[jaws theme intensifies]
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Tsukasa has since gotten bathed and cleaned up; he's back in the slacks and long-sleeved dress shirt of his school uniform, though he didn't bother with the blazer.
And he can be found idly flipping through what looks like his... homework? In a common area space idk. His school bag is also next to him.
He does not look like he's really focusing on it.]
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I think your due date has probably been extended.
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where is tsukasa..... ]
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Also his cute cat ears are gone. :(
Don't trip over him.]
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IDK PUTS US SOMEWHERE BUT HE'S LOOKING FOR THE BOY ]
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rolls the dice
week 4, standing in front of the love hotel, a place for both of these boys to definitely be. Tsukasa has his hands on his hips as he squints up at it.]
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well.
throws a dart.
This time he's at the simulator, reading the instructions very carefully.]
... Hm. I wonder if this is really safe...
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but in the end!
memory: greed (tobari bad end spoilers)
The real greed is this and only this: "... After the new year... and a while after that, it'll be spring." ( 2:28:49 - 2:36:00 )Tobari's life has been a fortunate one. He'd be the first to say so. Despite the circumstances of his birth, he's defied the odds and managed to survive even this long. Doing so was only by the grace of the people around him. As a child, he was picked up by Shioji—what does it matter if that same beloved older brother later betrayed him and set him up as a scapegoat? He was clothed, fed, given shelter, and raised by the Red Light District—so what if, when it all burnt down, one day those same people who treated him so gently blamed Tobari for all their troubles? Somehow, in spite of everything, he even found someone who loved him through all the tragedies.
And yet he had the nerve to want more. The chance to hold this beautiful girl's hand, even if she was out of his league. The opportunity to see that flower field on the surface, blooming beyond imagination. And—time. Despite the disease festering in his lungs, a marker of exactly where he came from and the fate he couldn't escape, he just... wanted a little bit more time.
[ at the end of it all, he's just a little bit stunned. it's one thing to experience and another to witness. and yet his gaze remains glued on the image of that lovely, lovely girl, bloodied and eyes closed for an eternal rest, until his own lungs demand that he remembers how to breathe. then it's just one shuddering breath in as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and he figures out how to school his expression back into something a little less...
well, lost. ]
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Of course, he's intrigued by the ice rink, though he's at least gathered enough survival instincts over the past few weeks to not just slap some skates on and go onto a mysterious lake. So he's walking near the edge of it, still in the snow, when he sees--well, Tobari, and that memory.
And. Well.
I'm sorry to say that by the end of it he is sobbing. Just bawling. Devastated. Tears everywhere.]
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idk man
But it's harder at night. Not only does that chill refuse to leave her entirely, it's the same for her memory. Eventually, when she sinks into sleep, it's to jerk awake a few hours later, panting and shivering and scared, because there'd been blood, so much blood, and screaming and it takes even longer to reassure herself that it's over now. But the fact remains that it happened. The fact remains that now that it's happened, it could technically happen again. And after that, it's impossible to sleep.
By the third day, Mafuyu knows the fatigue is getting to her.
By the third night, there are tearstains on her face when she gasps herself awake, her thoughts still a mess. And maybe because she's still not fully thinking on the fringes of that nightmare, maybe because when she thinks about the last time she properly slept, there had been extenuating circumstances...
Whatever the case, it's late. Nonetheless, there's a knock on Tsukasa's door and she stands there, wrapped in a blanket, miserable.
Clarity will come and she may regret this momentarily-- ]
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... Right?
In truth, he feels more or less fine when he's surrounded by the others. When there are people to talk to, things to focus on, he's able to compartmentalize, put it out of his mind, and focus on the present.
But at night, things are much dicier. More often than not, he finds himself jerking awake from nightmares--of monsters, of blood everywhere, of the people he cares about bitten clean in two--and sometimes, too, of a jagged shard of Originium held up to his throat in a shaking hand, and...
He wakes up.
This dratted cold doesn't help; he's not able to get comfortable at all. At first, he'd thought that if he kept moving he'd warm up eventually, but now he's forced to admit it's more magic bullshit. No amount of blankets warm him up. He can't get settled, and--
There's a knock.
He blinks, a little bleary-eyed, and gets out of bed. His hair is rumpled, but he seems alert enough when he opens the door and blinks. Ah...]
Mafuyu? Is something wrong?
[She looks... terrible.]
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Hi.
Do you like gummy bears?
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I like gummy bears as much as anyone, I suppose.
Why do you ask?
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SEND THIS TO 🔟 OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS 💁🏼💁🏾 IF YOU GET 0️⃣ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE 🚓🚫! IF YOU GET 🔟 BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPÁ NOEL'S HOT ♨️ CARAJILLO ☕️
LOVE ❤️ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDING🎄 ELF-ASS SINNER! 💋 MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER ❌ BE BASIC! TURN UP 🔝 AND HAVE A VERY LIT 🔥CHRISTMAS! 🎉🎅
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Is this spam?
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SEND THIS TO 🔟 OF YOUR BADDEST SINNERS 💁🏼💁🏾 IF YOU GET 0️⃣ BACK, YOU'RE UP NEXT FOR THE CAGE 🚓🚫! IF YOU GET 🔟 BACK YOU BETTER BE READY FOR PAPÁ NOEL'S HOT ♨️ CARAJILLO ☕️
LOVE ❤️ YOU, YOU SLEIGH-RIDING🎄 ELF-ASS SINNER! 💋 MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS NEVER ❌ BE BASIC! TURN UP 🔝 AND HAVE A VERY LIT 🔥CHRISTMAS! 🎉🎅
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