“Makima would call you slurs” absolutely brainless take. Makima would tell you she’s got your back and to let her know if anyone’s giving you trouble, then quietly out you to your most homophobic coworkers. She’d make a vicious public example of them right before they crossed a socially acceptable line, filling you with relief but further isolating you. When the whisper campaign forced you out she’d hug you a little too hard at your going-away party and murmur that she wishes you the best. Six months later when your savings are running dry she’d show up at your doorstep and explain that she was just in the area and thought she’d invite her old work buddy out for a drink. She’d be wearing the same white dress shirt even though it’s pouring rain and you’d go along even though your girlfriend is due back in less than an hour. At the izakaya she’d tell you she heard about a new job opportunity that she thinks would be a great fit, as long as you don’t have any other commitments right now. You’d ignore your girlfriend’s texts to listen to her. It’s in a new town. You’d have to move. She needs an answer before the end of the night.
