𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 ( AP. )

       she watches as ed grinds his ANGER, letting it bide its time until he’ll come back with a VICIOUS bite. futaba enjoys watching him explode, he’s a TIMELY volcano that’s always exploding. ❝ hmph. how much was it ? or is that information you can disclose?❞ tufts of red hair bounce up & down as she makes her way to the counter. finally she finds herself, crouching with her feet together. she’s never felt more RELAXED than now even while she’s poking fun at ed. ❝i think robotics is a CONCEPT that everyone is interested in. everyone wants to ADVANCE into the future. there’s a lot of cool animes and mangas dealings with things like AIs and if robots are human too? is there something you want to know about it or do you want me to introduce you to some COOL shows? ❞ there’s a SPARKLE in her eye considering this topic interests her. futaba doesn’t keep much conversation if the subject doesn’t concern her.  fingertips adjust her fallen glasses before calling for her father figure for some curry. ❝ curry time ! ❞

        ❝ as much as i want to, shortie. ❞  she’s poking the wasp’s nest every time she MENTIONS his height. futaba watches as he BUZZES off with his short-temper. futaba’s never met someone who’s smaller than herself, so its something she can’t pass up.  ❝ is your arm really that rusty ? ❞ she moves closer now inspecting his METAL arm. she’s never seen anything like that. ❝ i doubt it, if it was then this thing is pretty CHEAP. ah, not that its likely but your arm could be RESEARCH for the future. a fusion between humans and robot. ❞ futaba steps back now, takes one last poke because it’s FASCINATING.  

       “ i don’t want to know, but you should KEEP that to yourself, ladies man.  ” she comments because it’s AMUSING to think of it all. but she’d rather not know what PICK-UP lines he tried to use. “ vintage is greeat, don’t insult classic games ! you know people will BUY it for a HIGH PRICE.  ” futaba nods at his words, agreeing with the last part. there’s a BEAT in her step, cheery at the thought of playing games with ryuji.  “ that’s kinda disappointing. i thought we would have bet on food ! i’m always sitting out anyways, i’m your navigator. i’ve settled on it, whoever loses buys the winner RAMEN. ” it doesn’t take long for them to arrive at sojiro’s abode. she unlocks the gate & leads him into her house. this is a FAMILIAR feeling like when she first let them try to steal her heart. “ how’d you get ahold of a copy ? ” 

      PANIC sweeps into her veins that she can’t find mona. she knows she’s not that careless, but she’s quite fond of her feline friend. besides, akira she likes to think mona is part of the FAMILY too. eyes FOCUS around her settings trying to find anyone, but they all looked too busy. futaba doesn’t know anyone & the sense of DREAD that rushes forth appears on her face. hand reaches for the nearest person, tugging on the oversized sweater around junichiro’s waist. “ a-ah.. ” she’s trying to find words that don’t feel like SLUSH in her mouth. “ uh..i lost sight of monamona, he’s my cat. do you think maybe you could help ?”                                    ✧ @frostconception  // starter call      

     futaba is thankful that there’s still coffee in the pots, kept warm since she has no idea how to make coffee. she’s always let sojiro handle the cooking. at the nickname, she looks at him with CONFUSION. she’s not exactly used to being called anything aside from her HACKER names, but that’s not something she professes easily. “ you’re not HITTING on me, are you ? ” she doesn’t wait for him to reply before grabbing a plate & cup. it doesn’t take long before she’s back with his coffee, she sets it on the table. there’s a slight shake in her hands, “ is there anything else i can get you?  ” the RUSSET haired girl wonders how akira does this so calmly because it still gets to her.

        she has no concept of personal space as she gets closer to the dark haired female. something about her reminds her of an anime....ah ! the LIGHTBULB goes off in her head & she’s ready to say something. “ your personality, even your demeanor reminds me of a typical mahou shoujo heroine. are you one ?  ” futaba is only teasing.                                     ✧ @miiraculeuxbelle // starter call        

 “ it’s a one time deal, don’t waste it.” typical yusuke, she thinks but she doesn’t mind giving him a crash course in OTAKU culture. it was her world that she thrived in besides hacking & coding. brow raises at his question before shaking her head.   “ it’s called saving, inari. you ever heard of it? plus, i win most of my figurines in the arcade at akihabara. it’s cheaper to win stuff with the crane games. it’s fifty percent skill and fifty percent praying to the RNG gods. ” futaba didn’t want to put too much of a strain on sojiro. he’d given her so much, a HOME that she genuinely cares for. 

@pnthrr

          she takes the moment to put her hands behind her back, THICK framed glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. futaba hasn’t spent time with him as she had with the others, he’s DIFFERENT in that regard. a link between them? there’s none, but she does REMEMBER him trying to relate to her. futaba thinks of her own struggles to try & reach out to others. her own FEAR, a deep ocean that seems to have consumed her at one point.  “ i never said you weren’t. this is sojiro’s place and if akira RECOGNIZES you then that’s that. i just don’t like it. ”  her words are RAZOR sharp, missing the cue to be charcoal soft at times. futaba could pass off as insensitive, but it is the reality between them. futaba wonders how anyone can maintain COMPOSURE when everyone’s always watching. “ ...i prefer cats. ” she walks closer to the counter, GAZE studying his the way an archaeologist attempts to study ARTIFACTS. “ when we first met, you..sorta opened up. why ?  ” 

     GLITTERING jewels of brown & pale purple eyes express her glee that ann is willing to try something like this. “ eh? r-really? ” she’s caught off guard like an unsuspecting FISH being hooked on a line. with ann’s approval, futaba gives a quick nod. she taps her chin a few times, trying to ENVISION what character she could see the blonde encapsulating perfectly. “ you’ve got to do a josuke pose ! major style points and who does’t love josuke ?  BLECK that hair...” with ease she takes her left hand and puts it in front of her face, her open palm facing ann. her other hand remains flats & rests beneath her chin, wobbling legs attempt to work out the pose, jutting one hip out while keeping one foot forward. “ w-what do you think ? is this a recreatable look ? ”