#autonomousxselves

@autonomousxselves

"No, they don't hurt. They maybe feel a little strange at first if you're not used to wearing them." He'd worn them for Halloween costumes before, so they didn't bother him.

@autonomousxselves said: "Ah?" Aigis had been zoning out on the train to school, surrounded by the sounds of the people shuffling and speaking amongst themselves, the soft constant grind of the train against its rails, and the overly quiet music playing over the speakers. The ocean could be so pretty to watch pass. It took another moment for her to realize that Makoto was staring at her. Had he been waiting for her? Her face heats up a bit as she wonders if she missed something. "Sorry, did you say something? I was...a little lost in thought." It was still odd to see him in a school uniform and in a crowd, but she was getting used to it now. Black fits him nicely, she thinks to herself. { first attempt with a Fool!Aigis to Aeon!Makoto >.< }

Unprompted | Always accepting

Grey lenses came into focus upon hearing her voice at last. He had been calling her name for a few minutes now with a ten-second interval. Although his disguise wasn't perfect, drawing attention would be a disadvantage and perhaps it would result in him getting expelled from school. Therefore, remaining in the dorm - in his room - until she was let out. No, that wouldn't do. While he was lost in his own calculations, Makoto turned his head and nodded slowly.

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A cold wind blows through his hair as he sits atop the roof to the dorm. Tending to the rooftop garden while the end of the world looms ahead was bittersweet. It wasn't as thought he had fully accepted it would be for nothing. He had to be strong for the others. Even if his hand shook just a little as he touched a delicate leaf. Everything was finite. He knew that. He never feared death. He never wanted to live. Until now.

He had his headphones on and hadn't noticed the door open. Once he finally saw Aigis in his sight, he removed the headphones and looked at her. Balling a trembling hand into a fist and stuffing it into his jacket pocket, he keeps his face clear of emotion.

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It made sense that she'd have a lot to think about. He couldn't even imagine being in her position. Sure, his parents were gone, he could relate to that much, but they didn't leave behind anything he had to be responsible for. Especially not something as big as this.

"I'll bet." He said simply, taking a sip of his own coffee. "I wish I could give you that time but... I imagine it's hard to grieve with this weighing on you."

He felt that familiar pang of guilt rise up in his chest again. He did feel somewhat responsible for putting her in this situation. He knew it wasn't his fault but... if he had just been better, more careful, more thorough, more... something... Maybe her father would still be here.

But like always, he tried to push it down. Now wasn't the time to be going down that road.

"I'll admit I don't know much about this stuff, but... Maybe I could help you sort through all of this? All the suggestions and everything? Sometimes getting a fresh set of eyes on something can help tremendously."

"Don't WORRY ABOUT IT, TATSUMI. Just let us upperclassmen deal with our shit—"

[Text to: Inari] Futaba: This is ice soup

Futaba: It's just a meme don't worry about it :-P Futaba: Anyways, my idea was that I wanted to be painted wearing the Featherman Pink outfit. Futaba: I can give you references if you want :-3