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slow down the song! ♥
slow down ♥ the song! risechi’s ipod - the minako arisato remix
tracklisting:
one: revive / coyote kisses
- got me singingna na na na
two: wherever you are / one ok rock
wherever you are, I’ll always make you smilewherever you are, I’m always by your sidewhatever you say, kimi wo omou kimochii promise you “forever” right now
three: wing / passpo☆
何度信じて破られた約束いつまでも従順な 少女じゃいられない
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“It’s kind of disastrous.”
“...It’s the best outfit I could possibly have.”
Don't chase the rabbit.
You’re standing face to face with your host. The other two are irrelevant, they’re just there to watch everything that’s about to happen. They’re about to see you become yourself, and no one else.
Yosuke looks terrified, terrified of the prospect that you are going to be let loose on the world. You are his better half after all, the part of him that isn’t afraid to tell people what he’s thinking, what he wants, how he really feels about this shitty town that he’s forced to live in.
No one would ever know the difference anyways, the only thing that would change is the things that come out of his mouth, your mouth.
He’s denying everything you’re saying, denying the truth. He can’t deny you forever, he knows that everything you’re saying is right, that he hates everything out here, hates that he was forced to move away from the city, hates that he can’t do anything, hates the social isolation from being the kid who’s family ruined the town.
Hates it, hates it, hates it.
You grab his shirt, and pull him closer to you, now standing face to face. “You’re just so scared of being alone.”
He freezes up. That right there was the last straw.
“You’re not me! You’re nothing like me!” He shouts it at the top of his lungs, voice cracking and threatening to break from what he’s worked so hard at. Everything he’s worked for crumbling in front of him in you.
“That’s right. I’m me now.”