//ow, ow, ow, fingers bleeding, learning to play bass guitar, no relpies for a while
You are my:
 Love Interest
 Best Friend
I think you’re:
 Make love
 Watch films
 Like You
 Hate You
 Love You
 Think you’re …
 Hate You
 Love You
 Like You
 Dislike You
 Think You’re …
Should you reblog this?
"Simply applying evasive maneuvers should be enough to keep males at bay; it seemed to have worked for the male members of S.E.E.S during our time in Yakushima. Seeming accessible is not apart of my objectives as my databanks are only readily available to Mitsuru-san and Ikutsuki-san. Human males do not need to know more than the information that they are given as I do not spend time with any other humans aside from the members of S.E.E.S."
Hanging his head in defeat, he wrung his neck. There was no stopping this android’s logic. “I guess you’ve got a point. I just wish I could know what makes you tick, seriously.” He began to imagine how much wiring there must be inside that body, but what on earth could cause a Persona to form. “You don’t have a plate or something that comes off to show your insides, do you?” he asked, mostly as a joke.
"*sigh* this is my only power and I’m horrible at it…" Fuuka muttered to herself.
"I’d be happy to introduce you to Natsuki-chan! She’s very sweet."
"Hey, at least you’re not a glass canon that can’t hit anything that’s null to light skills," he tried to comfort.
"I’ve only seen her hanging out with a rather nasty crowd, but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt, if you say she’s nice."
"It depends… do you trust me?"
"Why are you asking me anyway? Can’t you talk to Koro or something?"
"You wanted to fight shadows if I recall?"
"I want to be a researcher for the Kirijo group, close enough."
[TEXT] To: Kirijo. From: Esclair. “I was a little restless, I’ll admit, but I did sleep fine. I would love to walk to school with you, I’ll be down momentarily.”
The reply had calmed her nervousness at least a little. Most of the night she had been up remembering how it had felt to have the other’s lips on her own. It had been rather unexpected, and yet, she couldn’t help but to crave more in a way.
Ensuring she had all of her belongings necessary for class that day, she soon had departed from her room and headed downstairs to await for the man to arrive.
Throwing his phone onto his bed after his reply to her, he looked at the mess his bed became after the night. A pillow had strewn its way across the room, the sheets were all torn out of form, the comforter was in a ball at the foot of his bed. He may have lied about how restless he was. He couldn’t slow his heart down at all as he tried to sleep, and even then he could feel his heart trying to escape the confines of his ribs and skin.
Deciding to make his bed later, he grabbed his phone once more to see if the empress had said anything in return. Upon seeing the ‘no new messages’ pop-up, he slid the slender phone into his bag and threw his uniform jacket on.
Heading down the stairs with his usual cheery smile, he smiled wider once he saw the crimson locks at the bottom which were waiting for him. Thankfully, this caused his face to lose all appearance of sleep-deprivation, and he even felt more energized. Clearing his throat to gain her attention, he spoke up, “Good morning, Kirijo-senpai. I pray your night wasn’t too restless?” he asked with genuine concern.
"Wait, you know about that!?"
Where was Fuuka when that happened?
"I’m sorry, I feel so bad… Any way, yes, I handle the support role."
"Oh yes, that’s my homeroom! It’ll be nice to have someone else there, the only other friend I have in that class is Natsuki-chan! I look forward to working with you!"
"I’m a Persona user too," he admitted. "I’m surprised you didn’t pick up my presence or something," he joked, laughing dryly.
"I don’t think I’ve met Natsuki yet.. You’ll have to introduce me then."