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        as if you don’t know this fucking story. well, i guess… i can explain once again for the rest of the fuckin class.

        so, basically… to back it up, i knew i was gonna end up playing someone once i got past the first game, like, i had some characters in mind but no one really clicked just yet. then this fucker came a long and i’ll be honest, was not very taken with fuyuhiko at the beginning. it wasn’t until the first damn trial when it was revealed that he came around to the party out of pure coincidence that i was like… fuck… this is one of those boys and i basically knew i was fucked. and the rest was history, really? chapter two fucking ended me and i was just so proud of the character development that this boy goes through and i just had to. i made sure i got through to the end of the damn game and i impulse made this blog, after a two second debate of adding him to my multi that i’ve now basically deserted. i don’t regret it one bit.

        he would be lying if he said that it wasn’t painful. to sit there and see her cry, knowing that he was helpless in providing her some comfort. they all accepted they were far from good people by this point and they were honestly working towards bettering themselves, but there were the brief flicker of memories and emotions that reminded them of who they truly were, who they couldn’t get rid of.

“ Man it’s fucking hot outside . “ @nevaermind wanted that sicc aesthetic

        it was too easy to lose track of time. and it was easier to not even care about time whatsoever. all that mattered was that the rest of their classmates were going to wake up at some point in time and fuyuhiko would be damned if he wasn’t there for peko when it finally happened. he had been hoping that time would come relatively soon, but it seemed like there were other plans.

        he lashed out. so they were just going to accept that after all this time, basically nothing was getting done? that wasn’t actually the case, but he couldn’t help feeling that it was unacceptable to even think that they had to even more.

        but anger subsided as she ran away from him, feeling regret as it sunk in what he did. she got the same news as the rest of them, she was hurting too, there was no point to snap at her. and with that realization, the yakuza would curse under his breath as he took one final glance at peko’s pod before rising to his feet and rushing out to go find sonia.

        "h-hey! could ya hold up for just a second?”

            “  don’t   you  think,   um   –––    maybe  m - murderers  aren’t  really  a  great  subject  of  study,   under  recent,   uhm  . . .  circumstances  –– ?  ”   she  speaks  with  so  tentative  a  criticism,   cautious  in  her  condemnation.   she  at  first  denies  her  gaze  towards  sonia,   worried  to  catch a  glimpse  of  a  returned  chastisement         (  the  very  thought  of  it  would  be  quite  enough  to  make  her  shudder  ).          but  the  concern  of  her  words  reaching  sonia  without  affect  due  to  the  lack  of  friendly  intimacy  to  them  becomes  overwhelming,  and  with  a  timid  repositioning  of  her  stare,  she  looks  now  towards  her  classmate,   sorry  to  have  avoided  it  to  begin  with  now.               “  i  think  i’d  j - just  ––––   get  nightmares  if  i  read  those  now  . . .  ”