(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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[janescayre]

[Oof. She stumbles along, too stupefied to manage her own two feet. She blinks at Sakura. Watches her slip that slender hand into the stately glove.]

Sakura? [Is she going crazy here? Or is there...] Do you like girls?

[craters]

（ she freezes for a moment, and then curls her fingers in against her palm, shifting the fabric of the glove so that it fits properly across her knuckles. ）

I — it's not something I've thought too much about, I guess. Ever since I can remember, I've liked one person...

（ she's blushing furiously, tomato red to the roots of pink hair in horrible contrast. ）

I didn't think it was... allowed before talking to someone here.

[janescayre]

You m-mean that shithead who ignored you?

[Girl. Girl.

This intensive rouge, though. Fukawa feels a prickle at the back of her head. Someone more polite might leave off. But Sakura, who could dig her fingers into human guts and no doubt snap a man's neck without blinking, couldn't spit out a sexual suggestion without burning up the roots of her hair.

Yet she'd dove in to kiss her.]

Well. N-now that you know it's allowed, are you thinking about it?

[craters]

He's not a shithead. He's just someone who's had to deal with a lot from a young age. I understand him better now than I did when I was young.

（ relationship status: it's complicated. ）

A-and I don't know! Why are you asking me?

[janescayre]

He st-still treated you like crap.

[No excuses. Even though she was going to need all the same clemency, sometime. She desperately hopes she never sees Sylvain again.]

I'm just asking! What's w-wrong with that? It's not a crime, you know! [She purses her lips.] B-besides, it's natural to w-wonder about things. Particularly when you d-don't have much experience.

[craters]

Sometimes. But it was as much my fault, for not realizing how my attention hurt him, too.

（ sasuke has always been difficult for her to understand, but... she thinks she's a little closer to it, now. ）

And I guess that's fair, but... I don't know. I'm not sure it's something that can be so easily figured out.

[janescayre]

Men should be grateful to catch the eyes of b-beautiful girls! [Honestly???] It's usually them wasting their time, chasing some ungrateful woman's heels. And everyone sympathizes with them, they just call her cold, or a bitch! B-but the second it's the other way around, the girl is just a psychotic nuisance!

[This is perhaps a tiny bit personal. She's gotten completely sidetracked.

Fukawa huffs, rubbing at her temple.]

Th-that is, what I mean to say is, you shouldn't be afraid to try figuring it out. I mean. W-was it... Was this all right for you?

[craters]

（ oh that is definitely personal. sakura's eyebrows raise faintly, a delicate upwards twitch. leaving that alone for now, she focuses on the more important part, and almost timidly, ）

That's very direct of you.

（ h e l p. she looks away, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face... except that in her fluster she'd forgotten she was wearing gloves, so the entire enterprise is just an awful mess of weird static and her hair clinging even worse to the curve of her cheek, errant strands floating in an unholy pink halo. what does she say? yes, and seem weirdly overeager? no, and risk hurting fukawa's feelings?

maybe she should settle for saying it was better than kissing felix. ）

I think I'd need more practice to say for sure... it didn't feel wrong, though...

[janescayre]

[extremely so, thank you for not pursuing further questions. We do not have time to unpack this.

For every half-second that passes, her eyes grow a little wider. Her doubts whirl from the base of her skull to whirl in a chilly vortex around her brain. She's done it now, this has been a horrible imposition, or a totally embarrassing mistake. Sakura definitely hates her. True, she didn't have expectations in this avenue, being completely devoted to Byakuya-sama and exclusively attracted to men, but wasn't it gutting to be found wanting by anyone? Much less someone like...

Sakura answers. Fukawa gulps. Well. It may not be "wrong", but she hesitates to say "right", and maybe this murky middle ground is where it's best left off? Yes. Yes, this is silly, she doesn't need Sakura's approval, she hasn't even got the experience to go judging Fukawa, so obviously the matter should be put to rest.

Wait, she was trying to find out if Sakura liked girls, not if she liked her. But...also? That wasn't—]

Guh! [Now it's Fukawa with her mitts in her hair, the usual tug of frustration. Too bad this stupid toque is in the way, she can't rip at her roots like she so desperately desires.] F-forget I asked! It's nothing! It's n-none of my business!

[She huffs and gives a shiver. The cold is setting in again, now that they've pulled apart.]

As long as you d-don't want to vomit all over me...b-better than most people...it's n-not like I have anyone to practice with either...

[craters]

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

（ fukawa, stop talking about vomit, pls. ）

You're cute, and a sweet person when you stop being prickly and suspicious! There are a lot of things to like about you. I'm sure you'll find someone to practice with properly one day.

（ sakura steps back in, and loops their arms back together deliberately. come here, nerd. ）

There's gotta be a boy you like, right? （ heteronormativity strikes back: return of the hets. ）

[janescayre]

[She will stop talking about vomit but she will also send you a withering glare.]

People don't use dates with cute girls as p-punishment for losing bets. [Her first and only date, RIP.] Or hold their noses when they walk in a room. You d-don't need to say stuff like that. I know what I am already, and I'd r-rather embrace it instead of t-trying to delude myself.

[Perhaps they should move on to better subjects. Like heteronormativity! Yes, perfect suggestion Miss Sakura! Fukawa brightens the second she asks.]

Well... [Return of the hot flush, both from their linked arms and the gent that has sprung to mind.] He's n-not here, but um, hehe, I have p-promised myself to a man back home. Byakuya-sama. Or, for you, Togami-kun.

[craters]

（ fukawa, your issues can be seen from orbit. sakura does consider arguing, opening her mouth and then closing it with a click, but at length all she does is shake her head. ）

Togami-kun, huh...? What's he like?

[janescayre]

[Regret to inform you that this is the improved Fukawa.

Also regret to inform you her aura has increased moist energy by 200%.]

What is B-Byakuya-sama like? [Cue unholy giggle.] Oh, he's j-just the most dashing man that ever lived. He's tall, with golden hair, and perfect features...n-nothing too angular or too soft, like a classical painting! But, also like a magazine model...

[But wait, there's more!]

He's the heir to his f-family corporation, and he's g-going to reshape the world someday! And I've d-devoted myself utterly to him...whatever he wants of me, I'll do it! [Except stay fifty meters away. Which he's asked for, multiple times.] Until the day I die, I'll be his dog...