(open) hanging on in quiet desperation—

[coherer]

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

Comments

OH, YOU'LL GET THEM

[coherer]

(it may be cruel to watch someone flounder and not offer any help, but jonas looks at it this way: if he was confused enough to be shrill and twitching, would he want someone to draw attention to it?

no. no, he fucking would not.

when she's through talking, he nods solemnly, closing his eyes.) Yeah, and I'm still tender from it. I know, I know, I brought it up, but I think I'd rather repress the memory and move forward with my life. (the melodrama. the intrigue. a hand is placed on his cheek.

anyway.)

I'm glad you're... you... and not a stranger. I know it's kind of awkward or—well, really awkward, but I think calling that out usually makes people feel better. Or, uh... maybe that's just me.

(save these two from themselves)

excellent...brilliant...

[janescayre]

[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.]

[coherer]

(with extra marshmallows please

jonas can't think of a time when he's been ready to answer the orientation question, but it also hasn't been enough of a big deal for him to keep it a secret. his usual response is a shrug and a joke—a "i have my cake and eat it, too," or a "porque no los dos?"—casting the whole thing off as a nonissue—those are his true feelings. he's had far more pressing concerns than who he wants to fuck.

even still, the meat of fukawa's commentary, paired poorly with a bold-flavoured question, is enough to make him visibly flustered.)

Well, yeah, I do, I just—wait, why would we be engaged? (engaged is too far. dating is too far. would dating be too far? jonas reaches up to massage the back of his neck.) Look, Fukawa, none of that stuff matters right this second... except maybe your insanely low opinion of yourself, which—Jesus, I can't even tackle that right now.

What does matter is that we're stuck here until we lay one on each other or play curse roulette with that thing.

(the sprite, who has been lazily dangling in the air as if they were lying across a chaise lounge chair, wiggles their fingers at them. a class act.)

I don't know about you, but I know where my vote's going. I'm getting really sick of curses.