crushed as david prophesized

//Hey, Rabbit here -- it’s been quite a while since I’ve been on this blog, and I still have a ton of followers, so I wanted to use this opportunity to do a little self promo? I’m still heavily into Dangan Ronpa (and Gundam), just as much as I was three years ago, even though I haven’t been RPing in the fandom.

Anyway, with the anime I’m trying to jump back into the fandom with the first new blog I’ve made in a really long time. I’m not sure how well jumping back in is going to go for me because it’s been so long and I’ve grown out of touch with the RP fandom, but I made a Munakata blog, so if anyone’s around and still follows me and would be interested in still RPing with me, I’m gonna try to be there, yeah?

I do really miss RPing Gundam as well though... but I feel like I’m not super relevant here anymore, haha.

“Geez, gimme a sec. I jus’ started lookin’. I ain’t a bloodhound ya know…” Souda grumbled, giving Gundam an irritated look before resuming his search for the contact. Considering his own use of contacts, it was pretty common for him to have to find them when he dropped them, though he never really dropped them outside. 

Why the hell had Gundam even been messing with it outside of the house? Didn’t he realize how just gross that was?

He was about to tell Gundam off for playing around with his contacts if they were so important when he spotted a small spec of red on the ground. Closer inspection revealed it to be the lost contact, which he picked up carefully before standing. He flashed Gundam a smug grin.

“Heh! Found it!” He exclaimed, holding it out to Gundam. “So now ya definitely owe me! Haha!” Victory was sweet, he decided, far too smug for someone that had only found a contact.

Gundam reached out to grab the contact, but thought better of it. No way was he going to touch that human’s flesh directly. Instead he held out his hand and cupped his fingers, scowling sourly. “Drop it,” he growled, as if speaking to a dog.

This was truly the worst. First he loses his contact, and now he’s indebted to this worthless human for retrieving it for him. Was this some sort of curse wrought upon him by the karmic gods? Gundam scoured his mind to try to remember if he had done anything particularly blasphemous in the past several days, but came up blank.

Perhaps he was just experiencing a bout of bad luck.

It was getting harder and harder each day to get up in the mornings. Harder and harder to get dressed. Harder and harder to eat breakfast, walk into the kitchen, spend the entire day all by herself in her failing restaurant. 

It was so hard to do any of this anymore.

Teru wasn’t coming back. She didn’t know where he was, and she didn’t know why, but he was gone. And it hurt. And Souda and Gundam and Togami- she didn’t know where any of them were, but they were gone too. 

She was alone.

[When the door opens, Momma doesn’t notice at first, too busy frying an egg. And then when she turns around– she doesn’t believe it. Not at all.]

[Her voice comes out as a whisper.]

Gundam?

Forgive me.

[His voice comes out soft, very unlike the booming tone he usually sports. If he was to be honest with himself, he was afraid the woman wouldn’t even be here anymore, that he would have waited too long and been too late.]

“Expression of sparkling… innocence? I was just smiling at you!” The girl let an awkward little chuckle slip past her lips before fully catching up with what the other was going on about. “Whoa– what?? End your life? Overlord… of the ice?? Sorry, but, I have literally no idea what that is, or what you’re talking about.. I just came by because I thought your pets were the just the cutest…”

“……” To be or to not be worried for this strange man that she had just met… truly, a dilemma that the coach was faced with. Because of the sport she coaches, sometimes there are a few interesting characters whom she’s come across, their own level of weirdness varying from person to person. And yet… perhaps this one was the one who would outshine the weirdness that said basketball players had. That means I gotta hit harder where it counts, right? The brunette jogged up to him quickly, jumping up and swinging her hand towards his face. If she hit, it would have been called a ‘slap’ than a ‘harmless hit’. If she missed… well, that was fine too. Either reaction of his was sure to be… different.

                    “ still small enough to step on. “ she rolled her eyes as he spoke his ‘darkness’ and petty little remarks. “ grateful for not being touched by you ? you do know i can kick ass right….? “ this brought realization, would she lay her hands on him or would she just buff. her question remained unanswered “ so you are huh Gundham… ? “