Futaba Sakura

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TXT. no, i ain’t gonna say anything besides makoto saying emojis out loud is cursed. TXT. just imagine one of those sleazbags who want people’s money.

[ Text ; RENBO ] Huh... did you get scammed by a hostess?? :O

[ Text ; RENBO ] TELL MEEEEEEEEEE

They really did pick out a lot of snacks, but it was fine! Whatever they didn’t have during their sleepover they could have later or they could share it with the rest of the group at another time. “Me too! I can’t wait to try these snacks, they all look very good! I can see why it’s wise not to go when you haven’t eaten, it’s more tempted to buy more than you need.” she giggled.

“Oh! What kind of movies do you like, Futaba-chan? Playing games sounds like a lot of fun too. You’ll have to teach me though!” Haru really didn’t have a lot of experience on a lot of mundane things since she always had to stick to hobbies that her father approved of. “Hehe, I’m more than happy to play whichever game you’d like to! I’m really excited!”

Carrying the basket over to the counter, Futaba lifted it up and watched the cashier carefully bag up their rather excessive purchases. For a girl so small, Futaba had a healthy appetite, so although they had bought a lot, she didn’t doubt that they could manage to eat them - and besides, a horde of leftover snacks was never a bad thing.

“Hmm... all sorts, I guess, but lately I’ve been watching some American B-movies - they’re meant to be horror films, but they’re pretty funny. What about you?” Already thinking of games they could play when they got to Haru’s place, the hacker grinned. “Okay, I’ll pick something we can both play!” Party games would be ideal, but with just two people, they might not be as much fun.

The noise which escaped Futaba was inhuman, head sinking down into her shoulders as if she didn’t have a neck.

“H- headpats.” She gurgled, eyes on stalks as if Yusuke had paralysed her with the gentle affection. “Headpats!! B-but I didn’t do anything to deserve the headpats.”

WELP I made the wrong decision myself. 😂 Joker’s head looks a bit too big…

First side done 💕 (and coloured too but the colour looks a bit weird so I need more time to figure it out.)

@tricksterfinale , @bloomingempress and @blond-haired-rebel and Morgana courtesy of @egocentricjester are all ready to go on the right 👻

// still more to do, but side one is complete! Now what to do with the rest of side two... 🤔

THIS IS AMAZING???

// OwO thank you! <3 (deco under construction haha)

“I have concerns.”

// gunna attempt some Persona-character pics based on some old purikura... but before I dig any deeper than this... WHO SHOULD BE WHO??

Answers on a postcard pleeeease~

“Crazy doesn’t even begin to describe how the past few weeks have been,” Danny concurs. After all, this dream that may not actually be a dream is starting to really get repetitive and annoying, as well as terrifying.

Everything in this world seemed to be out for his blood, including the cognitive residents inside the stronghold as they spat insults and screeched about how unnatural and wrong he is.

At least this small room, his room, gave him some reprieve. The rest of the house seemed like some unnaturally large tower by comparison.

“I know everything around town, but whatever happened to the building we’re in now keeps me from wanting to explore it. It’s just unnerving in here, like I’ll find some kind of evil if I look too far into it.”

Futaba eyed Mona knowingly, bringing her knees up and fiddling with the spats underneath the sole of her lurid green shoes.

“I think... we need to explore this building more, then. But it’s okay if you don’t want to - Mona and I can do it on our own if you want to stay here.” There was no telling what they might find, and some things were better not knowing - Navi didn’t want to force him to confront anything he wasn’t ready for, although she wondered if he might insist on coming along anyway.

TXT. i used to say no until i had to do smth with makoto. TXT. bastards like one of those work at a host(ess) club. TXT. it’s beyond weird i wouldn’t touch it with a ten-miles poll.

[ Text ; RENBO ] bastards like whomst??? my intuition tells me there’s a story here and my insistence tells me you’re going to tell it.