#divineddespair

"…. I —"

[Aw man. Junpei broke my heart. Shinji broke my heart. Aki broke my heart. All that game brings me is nostalgia and immense feels]

((ITS JUST SO FUCKING SAD))

[[-runs in with happy vibes-]]

harufujioka,

divineddespair,

sensoryu,

skirtstutter,

hinatahajiweenie,

singinghomo,

narkukorepushino,

cassiofaia,

superspeedster123,

utsuroh,

sperno,

tellingtimewithtony,

toshio-fukawa,

allfictionkumagawa,

shsl-shy-artist

       "I should be sleeping right now..."

[Now who in the world could hate you because nope.]

((haha i already can name two of my old friends who hate me.))

Out of the corner of her eye, Crissy glanced at the small white box slightly poking out of her bag, Meanwhile the shaman droned on about blueprints, floorplans, whatever, it wasn't like she was paying attention anyway. It was no big deal, she thought to herself over and over again. All she had to do was hand the box of small homemade chocolates to the shaman after their session at his room tonight, and then whatever happens, happens.

Valentine's day may have been a girly holiday but she never failed to participate, send little bags of girl-choko to most everyone in her classes, and a large bag of tomo-choko to Mondo, almost homemade of course, to keep the cost low since she only had so much money to spend on chocolate. This year however, she decided to forego the girl-choko altogether, which was fine since most of the boys in her class where assholes that she didn't like anyway, and instead bought the best baking goods one could buy for the Mondo's tomo-choko and the shaman's honmei-choko: a few chocolate turtles, a few milk chocolate bars in the shape of chickens and she even threw in a couple of crabs with almonds sprinkled throughout just for the hell of it. But they came out a little smaller than she wanted, her ingredients inefficient to make them bigger.

Though she wasn't going to complain. They had come out great and for their small size they could have been mistaken for tomo-choko, which she didn't mind in the slightest. While this was a chance to confess that she did really care about him more than a friend, there was that little nagging feeling that feared of rejection and their friendship becoming awkward. If he did confuse it for tomo-choko, she probably wouldn't have the courage to correct him.

"Little Oowada-chi!" 

Her attention snapped back to the shaman, looking at her with an aggravated look in his eye. "What? Hm? I was listenin'..." She replied with a yawn.

"If you were listening, you'd know that we're done for the night," he sighed, closing his book and waving her off. "Asahina-chi's taking me to a fancy place tonight, and I gotta get ready. Plus its early enough that you can go home now... You probably wouldn't want to be around when we get back."

[[Yo. We should celebrate.]]