𝑀𝐼𝐷𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 / 𝐹𝑂𝑂𝐿.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

    Hearing that the ability to use a Persona was not linked to one’s lineage, Caleb made sure to note that in his head while he trained Minato in some lower level magics.

    Nodding his head, “I will first see if it is possible for you to cast a low level spell. With Minako’s muteness I had to choose a spell that did not have a verbal component, but with you there are a larger variety of spells that you have the possibility of casting.”

       Summoning Frumpkin, Caleb had the fey cat sit on the table and do a “blep” at Minato, “This is Frumpkin, my familiar. I used a spell called ‘Find Familiar’ to summon him. In my world, spells are separated by ‘levels.’ The Find Familiar spell is a first level spell; we will be starting with another first level spell. Though the library is not the best place to practice; would you be comfortable with practicing in the forest?”

   He followed along with everything Caleb told him so far, nodding in acknowledgement. Even if he had a ridiculous amount of potential compared to a regular person, he wasn’t going to be doing anything colossal at first. Starting out with small basics suited him just fine. Besides, there was no guarantee he could actually pull it off.

    Minato watched with wide eyes as the wizard called forth the lithe feline, the lingering skepticism fading as the cat blepped right at him. Cute. Holding out his hand for Frumpkin to sniff, the faintest trace of a smile twinged at the corners of his lips. Would he perhaps have a familiar someday? What would they be like?

   “Sure,” he mused, using his free hand to pack up the materials splayed out on the table. Thankfully Minato had the foresight to rent everything he needed for his assignment before hand. He could work on it at their shared dorm later tonight.

“This belong to you?” The officer questioned, holding out a pair of keys. He witnessed the keys fall before his very eyes, but was unsure whether they really did belong to the young man or not. From his point of view, it seemed as if they had managed to slip from his pockets.

He wasn’t in his officer attire now, so maybe he came off as a little less intimidating than the majority of the time. That wouldn’t have stopped him from being recognized if people paid enough attention, of course. Most would recognize Cloud for always being beside his raven-haired partner. They really were quite the brooding pair. He liked to think they could both be equally as brutal when it came to coughing up answers from others.

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     Living in Wonderland was making him careless. Even when attending Gekkoukan High, Minato always felt the need to be on edge. There was no telling what kinds of things could happen, even in a small port town. Not to mention the Shadows roaming Tartatus during the Dark Hour.

     In Wonderland, though, things were different. There were no Shadows, nothing to make him keep his guard up. It bothered him. The apathetic laxness Minato had adapted while in this world was troublesome. It hindered him more often than not.

     Such as now, when he couldn’t find his godforsaken dorm keys.

     Minako was going to kill him. The RA was going to kill him too. There was only two sets of keys, and he just had to fumble and lose them somewhere. Before he has even a moment to panic, a stoic voice called out to him, breaking his spiraling train of thought. Oh, thank god, luck seemed to be on his side today.

forehead kiss

kiss on cheek

kiss on the nose

neck kiss

nose kiss

stomach kiss

good morning kiss

good night kiss

hand kiss

foot kiss

kiss on the mouth

deep kiss

comforting kiss

desperate kiss

kiss goodbye

multiple kisses

worshiping kiss

poisonous kiss

playful kiss

teasing kiss

affectionate kiss

hair kiss

drunk kiss

forced kiss

tender kiss

up arm kiss

passionate kiss

surprise kiss

accidental kiss

pretend kiss

thigh kiss

leg kiss

     Seeing the uneasiness in the boy’s face cause some confusion to creep into Caleb’s mind. What was the young boy paranoid about? Granted, Caleb himself has issues with paranoia, especially before he became close with the Nein, but this was Wonderland; the usual rules do not apply.

     Hearing that the boy could use multiple Personas, he nodded his head and started to mumble again, “Does that mean this trait is hereditary? I have only seen two Persona users and they are twins none the less,” Caleb realized his mutterings, “Ah! My apologies again.”

    Hearing the question, Caleb couldn’t help the small chuckle that left his chest, “As a matter of fact, yes. I am what people from my world would call a ‘wizard.’ From what I have seen from your sister, your innate ability to use a Persona lends itself well to the arcane ways of my world. If you would like, I would be more than happy to help expand your abilities, and in doing so, it will help satiate my curiosity about both of your abilities and these ‘Personas.’”

  All the muttering the older librarian was doing only served to give Minato a slight headache. In truth, he didn’t like questioning the in’s and out’s of having a Persona. He just listened to what the long-nosed baldy bastard told him, and that was the end of it. All the stuff Caleb kept bringing up only added more to the list of things he didn’t know.

    “Not hereditary,” he commented coldly, propping his chin in a free hand. “Other people can use ‘em too. Dunno why, or how.” Instantly his mind thinks back to the other members of S.E.E.S; a group of mishmashed teenagers with hardly anything in common, sans the ability to utilize their Persona. Even then, he was the only one who could wield multiple. Why just them? What factors contributed to whether or not one could manifest a Persona?

     Ugh. His brain needed to switch topics before it overloaded. Kirijo-senpai was much better at this kinda thing.

    The way the elder man easily declared himself as a ‘wizard’ made Minato a little skeptical. Sure, he’s seen some Fucked Up Shit during his time at Gekkoukan, but this was kinda stretching it. Still, what does he have to lose from playing along? If it did turn out to be real, he’d get some nifty magic mumbo jumbo or whatever out of it. Didn’t seem like a bad deal in his opinion.

[ Below are various starters of things that muns have said that we thought were just plain funny. Definitely contains some NSFW. ]

@caerulaluna​ needs a starter! 

   Shouko had been pleasantly surprised when Minato, her best friend’s twin, reached out to her with a text. She wondered at first where he had gotten her number, but could only assume Minako had given it to him, and was more than happy to oblige to his request to meet. Shouko had excitedly suggested they meet up at Twisty’s, hungry for the strawberry and banana ice cream combo Minako had introduced her to. 

   And so she had made her way there, picking what she thought was a nice booth with sunlight streaming through the window next to it and tapped her spoon lightly against her bowl, imagining the sound it could make. The eighteen year old was slightly nervous, he hadn’t really given her a reason for wanting to talk, but she had only been briefly introduced to him and he seemed nice. Minako talked about him a lot, and she relaxed, smiling softly. There wasn’t any reason to be nervous, and she was delighted to get to know him. 

   Just then, the sight of the door swinging open caught the corner of her eye, and she turned her head to see Minato enter. Waving her hand toward him, she offered a beaming smile and signed, ‘Over here!’

    Picking up sign language had proved to be more of a pain than Minato first expected. The library had a couple books on the subject, but the picture demonstrations didn’t translate well in his brain. Every gesture had to be precise and exact, otherwise the meaning came across wrong. Books could only demonstrate so much.

    Thankfully there were other options; Minako had a friend who also knew sign language -- Shouko if he remembered right -- who also worked as a teacher for the subject. Perfect. It was simple enough to reach her (after begging and pleading with Minako for her number), and they’d managed to schedule a meet-up time.

    He’d kept the reason behind it secret of course; didn’t want her telling Mina-nee about it. This was supposed to be a surprise.

    So when the day came he strolled along the street to Twisty’s, notepad and pencil in hand. Written messages would be the easiest way of communicating, at least in his opinion. Much less time consuming than typing for 15 minutes for one message.

    Minato spotted the sunny girl the moment he swung the door open, greeting her with a wave of his own. He gestured for her to wait a second before placing an order. Two scoops of blueberry cheesecake ice cream in a waffle bowl. Perfect.

    Ice cream in hand he takes a seat across from her, pulling out the notepad as he gets comfortable. A few quick scribbles on the paper later, he turns the notepad to Shouko for her to read.

    Schisse. Apparently his muttering wasn’t as quiet as he thought it was as the young man looked at him and asked if he needed him for anything. In all honesty he really didn’t know; he didn’t want to assume that the student had any interest in the arcane and Caleb himself didn’t know if he could handle taking on another student…since he’s only been a teach for Veth and Minako and they weren’t at the same time either.

    Sighing, Caleb swallowed the anxiety that was bubbling in him and answered his question, “In all honestly, I do not know. If I understand correctly, you are the twin brother to Minako Arisato, correct?”

    Caleb already knew the answer to that question, so he continued, “And I am currently her instructor for some magical teachings and I also understand that you have this ‘Persona’ power as well?”

      At the mention of the word ‘Persona’, Minato froze in his seat. That sent him for a moment; if it weren’t for the fact this man knew his elder sister, this would have become a problem. Personas weren’t supposed to be public knowledge. The overwhelming threat of Mitsuru having his head if he told anyone about them prevented him saying anything.

     Still... If Minako trusted the librarian, at the very least he’d give the benefit of the doubt. As long as he kept it on the down-low, it should be alright.

     A quick glance -- left, then right, and left again -- to confirm no prying eyes were watching. Paranoia was such a bitch. “...Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered quietly, midnight eyes never leaving the elder male’s figure. “I can use a Persona. ... Multiple, actually.” Even if, at the moment, he was restricted to just two.

     Orpheus and Jack Frost hummed in the back of his mind at that thought. They missed their fellow Personae, too.

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse