(catch-all)

[janescayre]

WHO: Fukawa & "Friends"
WHERE: Mirth, probably Stygia and Serene too.
WHEN: Nov/December
WHAT: Quest logs, perhaps other random goings on that don't need to clog event logs.
WARNINGS: CW: talk of child murder, perverted/erotica talk, threats of murder/suicide, Danganronpa spoilers. Updated as needed!

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[philandery]

[ she can't be trusted, his shadow tells him. she's just acting like this so you'll let down your guard again. don't be a fool.

her declaration is still preferable to her playing the vicim, sylvain thinks. maybe he doesn't harbor much trust in her, but there is a sense of appreciation that she's willing to deal with matters personally. besides, either she means what she says, or is an incredibly convincing liar. (and no offense, but sylvain doesn't really know her for her subtlety.) ]

...I'll hold you to it, then.

[ take care of it, or i will.

he doesn't say much else on the matter, just lets the crystals continue to work their magic. shifts them around in his palms like food in a pan, wondering if it might affect heat distribution. ]

[janescayre]

[Her eyes narrow. Her glower could set tinder ablaze, but soon she rips it aside. She sears the grout of the enamel floor tiles instead, biting back more bile and brimstone. There was nothing more to say on the subject. She'd just dig her own grave trying.

Worst of all, the crystals don't feel halfway charged yet. Why can't someone else come in and finish for her? She wants to leave. She wants to never see him again.

Y̝̻̘o̞̝̦u͙͍ o͙̟u͓͚͙g͓̙h͖̻͖t̻͉̞ t̝̺̝o̙̪͜ c͍̝̫l͔̞͔a͔̝͜w̼͜ t̡͎͜h̼͉̼a͍͕t͖̼̦ s̡̠̪e͕̟͕l̪͙f̘̺͖-̝̼̙r͔̘i͓̝͍g̝͖͕h̡͉̻t͖͇̫e͎̙͇o̟͉͕u͓͓͔s̢͓͎ f͍̪͇a̢͓̻c͇͉e̼̼ o̡̙͚f̺̝̞f͙̺̝.̞̻̟

Fukawa shifts in her seat and wrenches her eyes shut. As if that could shut up the nasty little pissant riding shotgun in her head.]

So what n-now? [This dead air is cloying even to her. She has to drown out her shadow one way or another, and Esmeralda didn't even leave the radio on.] Are w-we just going to sit here seething at each other for half an hour?

[philandery]

Who said I was angry?

[ says sylvain, who just issued a 19-yo girl a death threat...... but no, this sort of thing doesn't get blood boiling. just the opposite—he's ruthlessly cold.

he doesn't mind playing it off though, if she feels small talk would be preferable to silence. he can pretend and lie through his teeth all day. ]

Hmm. You got another quirky story to share? Like the four-hundred drunken rabbits.

[ (to think their first meeting had been so benign...) ]

[janescayre]

[She gives him a flat stare. Sure, whatever he says. Even if he's not angry about being here, he's nowhere near happy either.

Then he comes in with a sucker punch.]

D-don't make fun of me?! [If nothing else, it snaps her out of the stiff and bitter contempt. Her hands almost lift away to bury her burning face.]

Ugh! Y-you must have been laughing your head off the s-second I left! So stupid...c-can't believe I r-ran my mouth like that...should have hurled myself off a cliff instead...

[philandery]

[ god, they are so insufferable ]

Just making conversation.

[ "conversation." this is more like two hostile rats being put in a maze (of social interaction) together. that said, it is somewhat fascinating to see her unfiltered train of thought point-blank... reminds him a bit of someone else, albeit far more nihilist. ]

There's really no need to go that far...

[ fling herself off a cliff...? even sylvain wouldn't suggest that, and besides, he hadn't laughed at her in the first place. ]

I didn't notice anything strange.

[janescayre]

[Just the worst.]

Oh, I'll bet you didn't.

[Just look at him. Look at how he acts. All cool and casual, never a hair out of place, a dazzling smile with the perfect percentage of teeth. She knows his type exactly.]

You probably have idiot sluts hanging off of you d-day and night, spouting off all kinds of bullshit. What's one more moron in the mob?

[philandery]

[ crying that they are both misogynists... ]

Did you decide that just now?

[ there was a time sylvain probably would've held the same, savage sentiment towards women, but the way it's being framed at present rubs him the wrong way. or could be neither are them are in a good mood and are just taking everything the worst way possible... (not that it's not an awful thing to say.)

whatever the case, he's not keen on carrying out this discussion any further—it hits much too close to home, and it isn't any of toko's business who sylvain keeps in his company. ]

...Nevermind I asked. Let's just go back to "seething at each other."

[ he's so done here... (we can start a new and better thread sobbu) ]