*ﾟGIRL'S GOT STYLE !

christmas is the national holiday for lovers,  and it’s no surprise that ann finds herself wrapping her hand in makoto’s,  fingers interlacing together as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.  but maybe that’s because to ann,  it is.  there’s nowhere else in the world she’d rather be than by her side,  white and warm puffs of breaths intermingled together.  

all cheers and gift-giving already done,  her head slowly rests on makoto’s shoulder as they slow their pace through an empty sidewalk,  festive lights dancing on the lamposts.  her gift,  a luxurious blazer and scarf,  lies in makoto’s other hand.  a moment stills,  ann watching white flakes dancing through the air before her gaze slowly turns to makoto.  she tugs on makoto’s hands,  & when she turns,  ann presses her lips to hers. 

THOUGH  SHE’S  GENTLE,  gentle as the snowflake landing upon her brow,  there’s a delay,  where eyes still ajar,  she catches a glimpse of stray frizzy hairs,  of oranges and purples,  bleeding onto her like watercolor.  it melts onto their cheeks once eyes shut,  febrile breaths fluttering.  there’s less fumbling now,  than at the beginning,  makoto’s just a bit frustrated that both her hands are busy,  that she can’t cup ann’s baby face,  and tickle the delicate skin behind her ears.  takes just a touch of her fingertips,  normally.

AS  SHE  DEEPENS  THE  KISS  makoto hooks one arm around ann’s waist,  brings her as close as her puffy coat will let her.  she feels so full.  not as in complete,  or as in satisfied,  more as in content.  yes,  she’s very content.  ann tastes like fruit,  spring harvest   —  peaches,  melon,  strawberries  —  the right amount of tart and sweet.  it’s a struggle to kiss her only once,  just like it is not to finish a whole box of berries, or to limit herself to one slice of watermelon.  it’s just so refreshing;  she is. 

i hear jerusalem bells a-ringing, roman cavalry choirs are singing. be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. for some reason i can’t explain. once you go there was never, never an honest word, and that was when i ruled the WORLD !

JUNKYARD QUEEN on the edge of the damage                           ( here it comes, here it comes )

BLOWIN’ UP !!           like a [ bomb ] in the trenches

                there’s so much of it, all this softness, SWEETNESS, cuteness that ann had picked out just for HER. she’s getting all choked up now as she sorts through the box, trembling hands passing from one adorable item to the next. ❝ … they’re all so pretty, are you, are you sure ? thank you … ❞ somehow this doesn’t OKAY, for ann to be so thoughtful – yerin feels floored by her friend’s kindness and her own happiness in this moment here && now. but the doubts trickle in soon after yerin remembers her gift for ann, nothing so aesthetically useful and nearly bordering on childish … should she have bought something else after all? a fashionable bag? she isn’t very knowledgable when it comes to picking out such items, but she could’ve asked for help … 

yerin hesitates with her regret but she has to give SOMETHING in return for these pieces ( that she’ll treasure for decades, she’s sure ). at last she just gives in, jumping up from the couch. ❝  a-ah, hold on one second ! ❞ yerin squeaks and in an instant she’s retreated upstairs to her room, grabbing an almost comically large and awkwardly-bundled present to drag back down the stairs with her. the lumpy gift is more than half her size, wrapped twice with ribbon just to keep it restrained to its paper and with none of the elegance of ann’s gift … 

… but once yerin had seen the humongous buchimaru in the arcade prize gallery, she knew she had to win it for ann. it had taken much more money and time than she anticipated to drop the lead ball into the slot ( at one point, yerin had begged her friend to lend her 2000 yen for a few more attempts once she ran out of cash ), but at the end, she had come home victorious. 

NOT A ‘YES SIR’ NOT A FOLLOWER, FIT THE BOX FIT THE MOULD HAVE A SEAT IN THE FOYER. TAKE A NUMBER I WAS LIGHTNING BEFORE THE THUNDER.