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𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍. ([personal profile] coherer) wrote in [community profile] logs2022-12-15 04:21 pm

(open) hanging on in quiet desperation—

WHO: jonas and you
WHERE: all over stygia
WHEN: the duration of december
WHAT: event and notice board chaos
WARNINGS: smooches and anxiety, random possibility of shadow shenanigans
janescayre: (095)

stomps over here, i demand kisses too!!!

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-12-21 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Where Jonas' immediate reaction is relief, Fukawa's is shock and alarm.]

Yes?!

[Excuse him?

She's cut off before she can lay him out for trapping her here with great malice and deliberate intent (the only explanation), which is probably for the best. He exonerates himself better with that single protest than he would have with a twenty minute argument. She's left somewhat flummoxed, mouth dropped open and eye twitching.]


What? Th-they slipped you tongue?

[Why has no one slipped her tongue? It's because she's so ugly?]
janescayre: (116)

excellent...brilliant...

[personal profile] janescayre 2022-12-22 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Jonas is way too pure for this world, I put him in a sweater and give him hot choccy

Fukawa listens, her expression frozen in a perplexing mixture. There's fury still, and shock, but also a healthy dose of jealousy and a whole lot of curiosity. Considering how he'd already locked lips with another guy (sort of), she's stunned. How has he gotten so lucky, so fast, in so few months?!

Then again, he's not bad looking. Um.]


G-g-g...Stranger? [What is the thought she's trying to form here? Fukawa swallows back a wad of spit. Whew, how can your mouth be dry and too wet at the same time?] I s-suppose ranking just above a completely suspicious person is fine. It's the b-best I could hope for, probably.

[She sighs. Yes, that's it. Imply he insulted her. The balance is being restored. She is no longer besieged with visions of Jonas being gripped by a stranger and surrendering his lips to a world of fantasy. Totally done with that. One hundred percent.

Except, they're under mistletoe now. Together. She looks up at the vivid green leaves and quails at once.]


Th-though...th-that doesn't make this situation any less dire! It's not like we're engaged or anything! [Is engaged too far?] Or dating! Or — or...do you even like girls?

[Asking for a friend.]