#luckspeak

   Her heart practically stops in her chest when her eyes find a certain messy head of hair. No. It couldn’t be. It begins pounding against her chest, brows furrowing, blood rushing to her limbs so she could move. A foot steps forward, heels clacking against the sidewalk. Thank god for the bustle Sector 1 had -  it masked the emotions playing out on her face.

   ...what happened to him? He certainly wasn’t in this shape when she had last seen him. Blood staining his shirt...he looked as if he came just from a fight. There was only one possibility that came to mind - Munakata. He was lucky he wasn’t here. She would have torn him a new one.

     “HAHA! You thought the last bag of cookies on the shelf was yours, but they belong to I, RUBY ROSE!” She flies by with her cart. Super High School Level Luck? That’s chump change!

TO: hope-mate [ @luckspeak ] FROM: leon kuwata

☆ . this was nice. it made his chest feel tight in a way that he couldn’t quite explain, but it certainly wasn’t bad. it was warm and familiar, and for the first time in a long while, perhaps even since he’s gotten here, he feels genuine happiness without the looming black clouds. he’s just glad to be in naegi’s company. they’re currently sat on the couch, a bag of popcorn between the two that they’ve both been sticking their hand in and out of. silence normally is comfortable between them, but there was this lingering feeling of anticipation in the air. leon is never quite sure how to read the mood, but right now, his mood is saying to get closer to him. he ain’t a fan of being this far apart from him, but he doesn’t know how comfortable the other is with being physically close to him. 

Oh. She should have expected this. It seemed like she’d seen almost every one of her sins in this place, a place that somehow, was not Purgatory despite everything around them. Celestia stood still for awhile, watching and considering just what she should do when faced with something like this. 

“Naegi-kun.” She finally speaks, clearing the imaginary ash from her throat. There’s none there, but it feels heavy nonetheless. “I suppose it’s a pleasure to see you so soon.” It hadn’t been long, after all. There had been flames, gleaming eyes pulling out of the fire to lock onto those still left alive.