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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Riakai » Tue Jan 02, 2018 3:32 am

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S8; Unlikely Shopping
Lilly and Misha, despite their differences, go shopping for Hanako and Shizune.
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I tug at the edges of my coat, my gloves not doing nearly enough to help with the biting cold. The snow's been falling for a week straight! And it just won't stop. It feels like it’s been falling for years~.

The shopping center is filled with the shoppers trying to get their gifts out of the way, a whole lot of chatter and footsteps give the whole square a painful background noise. I spot Lilly from the corner of my eye, she's dressed in a long, flowing skirt, and a buttoned jacket—pink so faded it's nearly white. And a scarf tucked into it all! Her hair is up in a long ponytail, a bow holding it in place.

She's standing under a pavilion, her cane propped up to her side as she stands at watch...not literally. She looks like one of those British guards with the really tall hats. Just, without the hat. Or anything besides the blank stare. Which makes perfect sense, everything considered…

I cough awkwardly, knowing that I've been standing and staring at a girl who can't necessarily stare back...And realize I'm thinking too hard. I wrap a lock of hair around my finger and twiddle with it as I walk towards Lilly and call out her name.

"Hi Liccha—" I cut myself off, seeing as Licchan would never work as a nickname. Uhh, Lilly. Liilly... This won’t work. Her name is un-nickname-able. Even Taro can get a nickname...I let out a loud groan and start over, "Err, right. Hi Lilly!"

She holds a hand to her mouth as she lets out a soft giggle, "Hi, Miss Mikado. Sorry my name doesn't lend to nicknames like most of your friends'." She lowers her hand, a smile remaining as she palms the top of her cane.

I force a smile, "It's no problem! And just call me Misha, everyone does!" I shudder a bit and recompose my thoughts. Okay! So. We both need to shop. I ran out of ideas, and Lilly needs someone to help her shop, and since Hanako can't help like usual, since, well...the gift is for her, I'm helping. For someone so popular she doesn't really have that many people she's comfortable with, I guess. So we're both downtown. In the snow. It’s really cold.

A weird idea, but I didn't come up with it, Lilly did. So I guess it works. We both head into the shop directly ahead of us, the one that Lilly'd been standing in front of for an indiscriminate amount of time.

"Misha, if you don't mind, can I borrow your arm so we don't lose track in here?" Lilly says, completely unabashed in her prim and proper way.

I stifle a cough and chirp "Oh, sure!" The shop is comparably less busy than the others outside, and probably makes a good start seeing as I'm not really sure of how to go about this whole...well, thing. I let her hook her arm around mine, suddenly becoming rather aware of how this probably looks. Hopefully, the cane gives it away. If not I'll just pretend people aren't staring.

We start down the first aisle of the store, lined to the brim with clothes and knick-knacks—I didn't bother looking at the signage before we walked in. Must be a second-hand store. I glance along the shelf and start to call out some of the items on the shelf.

"There's a lot of snow globes! A tiny ceramic teddy bear..." I pick it up and nearly drop it immediately from how pointy it is. Why is a teddy bear pointy? That defeats the point of a teddy bear, even if it's ceramic.. "Oh! There're some books over here."

Lilly perks up. Hanako pretty obviously loves books, so that's a go-to gift I'd think. I read off each individual title to Lilly, each one getting a quiet denial until we reach the end.

I started to read off an unopened box of diapers, which was propping up a majority of the books...but caught the fact that it was a box of diapers, thankfully.

Lilly lets out a quick sigh, smiling again, "She reads too much, really, hard to find things she hasn't read." She lets out a small laugh. "Books are one of the things we talk about quite often, and I recognize those titles. Would be nice to get her a book if we can't figure something else out, don't you think?"

"Books are a good gift, yeah! I don't really read much, but I could see someone like Hanako appreciating them quite a bit." I realize how rude that sounds after the fact, but Lilly continues on unabashed.

"Oh well, let's keep—well, checking the store." I stop myself from making the obvious faux pas before beginning to press on through the store, sifting through half broken knick-knacks and weird clothes. I don't even know what Hanako would really wear outside of her uniform. So clothes are a no-go. Stupid that it took this long for that to click. I wince and stare at the clock on the wall. Not much time has passed, thankfully. But the crowds are still going strong outside the store.

"Hmph." Lilly huffs, "Well, this didn't work, did it?" She lets out a defeated laugh, and I force out a laugh in response.

"Well, we've got all afternoon to walk around, right?" I smile, knowing that makes my tone sound a lot more optimistic. "We can do this!" Probably. The few people near us shoot a quick glance and turn back to shuffling through the shelves.


Lilly beams, "My, how optimistic. Well, lead the way then."

We start out of the store when I spot something out of the corner of my eye—a dark blue...cobalt! Cobalt blue purse, big enough to fit a textbook but still stylish. This screams Shicchan! Not literally, obviously. But it's nice. The material is, what's the word? Matte? Yeah! Matte. A simple blue 'leather,' with some unassuming gold looking buttons and zippers...probably not gold, since the price is so reasonable. It even has some little charms hanging off it, but I don't think Shicchan'd like those.

"Something the matter, Misha?" Lilly stands behind me as I'm ogling this purse.

"Oh, sorry~! I think I found a gift for Shicchan. It's a purse, it matches her hair!" I smile, grabbing the purse and tucking it into my arms to get a feel for it. I love it, and I'm pretty sure Shicchan will love it too! I let out a relieved sigh. "Sorry we couldn't find anything here for Hanako! Better luck at the next store."

Lilly stands to my side as I buy the bag, our arms not locked anymore. The cashier has a questioning stare but doesn't say anything aside from a half-hearted 'Have a good day,' before the next customer steps up and the scanning starts all over again. Lilly slides her arm back into mine, but I don't wince as much this time. Still wince a little bit though. Just a tiny bit! She doesn't notice. Or she did notice and didn't feel like saying anything because it'd be even more awkward. Okay!

"Isn't there a bakery nearby, Misha?" Lilly speaks up as we exit the shop into the cold. I hang the purse off of the shoulder opposite of her.

"Uh..." I think really hard, but I can't really remember a bakery in the square, period. Let alone one nearby.

"I think there is, it's a tiny place. I took Hanako once. We were just in the second-hand shop...So it should be around the block to the left? I have an idea for her there."

We start walking, and I keep an eye on all the buildings we walk by. Following a blind girl's directions usually wouldn't work out, I think.

But, about ten minutes later—and one wrong street—we make it to the bakery in question. Complete with a big neon baguette hanging in the window and everything. Smells like bread, coffee, and chocolate.

"Here we are! I told you it was real." She lets out a laugh as I open the door and we step through. A man at the counter waves as we step in. I take a seat as Lilly maneuvers through the cafe with her cane. She reaches the counter and quickly begins placing an order. The man across from her has a smile similar to Shicchan’s, reserved but bright and happy now that it’s out there.

He hands her the payment and he hands her a box, which she takes and turns around towards the door. It’s all quite, well, mechanical.

“I’ve got Hanako’s gift, Misha! We can head out.” She smiles brightly and steps out the door to the cafe just as quickly as we’d entered it.

I hop up from my chair and wave to the cashier who served Lilly, who gives me some weird stare I can’t really process as I leave.

“That was fast~!” I lilt as I step out of the door, behind Lilly.

“Sorry for that,” Lilly laughs, hooking her arm around mine again, “I know my way around that place if you couldn’t tell.”

“Oh! It’s no problem!” I glance up and down the street, looking for any shops that might work. Nothing! I let out a slight laugh and start down the street, tugging Lilly along without any protest. We round a few corners and I start to think I’m getting us myself—er, us—lost in the random streets, but I spot another shop that seems nice! There’s a bunch of teapots and kettles in the window, from plain white to weird greens, some red...all sorts of colors. And designs!

“Hey, Lilly, should we stop in this shop? They’ve got tea...stuff...on sale! And other things. But a lot of tea!”

“Oh, that sounds great. Besides, the cold was getting to be a bit much.” She stifles a laugh.

We step through the doors and start the same routine we were running at the second-hand store, shuffling through shelves and displays with fervor. Lilly makes it a point to over analyze the heck out of each teapot and teacup, testing how they feel in her hands and how much they weigh. I just have to tell her what they look like, which runs a bit slower than it did when I was reading off the titles of the books...But we find a great set of teacups and a nice teapot. I don’t have a chance to look at the price tag, but I’m guessing “expensive."

Bright blue, with gold (this time it could be real gold, knowing Lilly) lining the rims. There’s also a purple “swish” running through the middle of the otherwise solid blue pattern—it’s that sort of purple that almost blends into the blue. Four tea cups, saucers, and a teapot; all of them in this same color combo that works really well together.

I walk Lilly up to the counter and watch the cashier check out the items, piece by piece. I don’t even dare to look at the price because I’d probably have a fit just thinking about that much money… Lilly pays, and I grab the now boxed tea set, seeing as Lilly has one arm around mine—still having to adjust to that fact a little bit—and a cane in the other. Now I’m carrying a box of fine china and a fairly large purse. If I slip and fall I might die. Great!

We step out the door in unison and I start to head around the corner to begin yet another meaningless walk for shops to look in…but I spot something in the corner of the window as if someone had stashed it away in hiding. I tug Lilly back into the store, which elicits a quiet grunt and a near fall. But she didn’t fall so it’s fine. It’s fine!

Lilly let’s go of my arm as she stands by, which I’m thankful for as I quickly reach around the corner of the window sill, feeling for the wooden...thing, I don’t even know what it is, but it’s weird and I like it.

I pull it out, nearly falling into the entire display of precious china and glass but keeping stable, thankfully. The box has a little baggie tied to it, clinking with...Oh! Marbles! Pretty, too. I set those on the window sill and flip the thing open. It’s a bunch of inlaid holes, sorta looks like an ice tray but uh...wood. I know this! It’s...uh. It starts with an M.

“Hey, Lilly! What’s the game where you put the marbles in the holes? And move ‘em around all the board…?” I sound stupid.

“Mancala is what you’re thinking of, I believe. I’m assuming a mancala board is why we ran back inside?” Lilly smiles.

“Mancala! Yes!” I hug the board to my chest, which shoots up a bit of dust, and leaves an outline on my jacket. “Sorry, ahaha.” I pick the bag of marbles back up again and step up to the cashier. The board is, well...expensive. Ow.

But it’s probably not as expensive as the tea set!

“So we both have our gifts now, Lilly?”

She slides her arm back around mine as we step out of the door. “I would hope so, unless you want to run around the square for another few hours?” Lilly grins.

That grin reminds me wayyy too much of Shicchan… Which makes sense since they’re both related. And we all used to be friends.

“I think we’re both cold enough to say no to that!” I put on a smile and pull out my phone, calling for a cab seeing as we’re done here today. “Cab is on its way!”

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It’s the day before Winter Break, and I’ve not talked to Lilly since we decided to go shopping. The cab ride was awkward enough to say the day was, well. A day, and that was it. Which is fair!

Shicchan and I decided to give our gifts to each other over tea at the Shanghai since it’s our last day seeing each other for a few weeks, but we’re still super busy. I’ve got the mancala board wrapped inside of the purse, and the purse wrapped up in a box with tiny snowflakes patterned across a blue field.

When I walk in the door, the bell chiming as I step through, I notice Shicchan out of the corner of my eye; she sees me just as quickly so I hurry over and sit down across from her and set my box on the booth next to me.

[Hi Shicchan!] I sign, settling into the booth and unzipping my puffy jacket as I think of what I’ll order. It’s too cold for my usual parfait…

[Hi Misha, should we get something to eat first, or just go about our gifting—] I hear the bell of the door chime again and shoot a quick glance over at—what I’m hoping is—the end of Shicchan’s signing. I can’t see who it is, so I turn back to Shicchan who has a confused stare on her face. [What was that?]

[The door opened, was just checking who it was, sorry!] I beam. [Oh, and we should order food. Something hot, I might actually drink tea for once!] I let out a laugh.

[I’ll think of a tea you would like.] Shicchan smiles and tents her fingers on the table as Yuuko comes over to take our order.

“We’ll take the...roasted green tea?” I sign it back to Shicchan, and she nods, “Two cups, please. Oh! And I’ll take the soup of the day, ah...whatever it is.”

Yuuko smiles and walks away—nearly tripping as she does so—and comes back shortly afterward with a tray, our cups on it as well as my soup. Little chunks of vegetable and...beef I think...float about the top. I take a quick sip of my tea and give a thumbs up to Shicchan, who also takes a drink from hers.

[I’m guessing the soup is yours?]

[Yep!] I pull the soup off of the tray, pushing it to the side to cool off. [What’s your holiday looking like, Shicchan?]

[Pretty average, sadly.] She purses her lips, pausing to take a drink. [Yours?]

[About the same.] As I sign this, I hear the sound of the door chime again. I take a glance and spot the top of a blonde, curly head of hair.

[You’re awfully skittish today, Misha. Is something wrong?] Shicchan signs to me. She doesn’t wait for a response and turns to look for herself, and turns back just as quickly. [Ah, okay.]

Clinging—not literally—to Lilly is Hanako, who catches our glances and mutters something to her before they both head our direction.

[Why are they heading towards us?]

[It’s fine Shicchan, Lilly and I went shopping. It was weird but I think she’s okay. Christmas spirit! Be nice!]

Shicchan crosses her arms but doesn’t protest. As soon as Lilly gets to the table, she uncrosses her arms and readies her hands to fire off in sign… like she usually does whenever she sees her.

“Hi Misha, hi Shizune. Hope you’re both having a good day, saying your goodbyes before the holidays?” Lilly smiles. Hanako remains relatively silent, but cautiously waves to us both from behind her.

[Tell her ‘yes, we are, thank you for asking.’] Shizune snaps to attention, and Hanako subtly backs away a bit.

“Shicchan says ‘yes, thank you for asking,’ but have you two given each other gifts yet?” I crack a small smile and sign the second half back to Shicchan, who gives me a slight cock of the eyebrow.

“We didn't come here to do that, but...” Hanako pipes up, “Did you two?” She glances at the boxes on both sides of us.

Lilly’s eyebrows cock up at that, “Well, if we’re both here, and have our gifts, we may as well. It only makes sense to. Besides, I’d venture to say it may even be fun.”

As I’m signing to Shicchan she leans back in her booth and slides over, making room for another person. [We may as well, a Christmas ceasefire. If they can do it in a World War, we can do it here.] Shicchan crosses her arms as a smile starts to curl in the corner of her mouth.

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Hey ho hey, I got Path for my victim. Emphasis on victim. I'm slow as shit at writing, hence the post "sorta" on New Years. (AKA 2:30 am on 1/2/18)

Prompt was "Misha and Lilly go together to shop for gifts for Shizune and Hanako."
Decided to write from Misha's POV, since 1st person POV is my specialty, and my style is too...visual? for Lilly. Hope y'all enjoy, or at least don't die reading it.
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Mirage_GSM » Tue Jan 02, 2018 8:46 am

The beginning felt a bit strange - as if Lilly and Misha really didn't know each other that well, but you acknowledged the connection towards the end, so it's probbaly just me.
This is the kind of story I expected there to be more prompts for: Christmas shopping, choosing of gifts and giving thereof.So far there weren't as many as I've been expecting.

Also very nice story about Naomi! I liked it even more than the S8 one.
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Riakai » Tue Jan 16, 2018 2:22 am

Mirage_GSM wrote:
Tue Jan 02, 2018 8:46 am
The beginning felt a bit strange - as if Lilly and Misha really didn't know each other that well, but you acknowledged the connection towards the end, so it's probbaly just me.
This is the kind of story I expected there to be more prompts for: Christmas shopping, choosing of gifts and giving thereof.So far there weren't as many as I've been expecting.

Also very nice story about Naomi! I liked it even more than the S8 one.
I intended to write Misha as like, not particularly knowing Lilly as well as Shizune likely does due to all the tension and stuff that I'd guess would have been present off and on throughout the friendship before the blowup & stuff. Plus, personally speaking, it's always weird being friends with a "friend's friend," if that makes sense.

Also, thanks (for the comment on the piece I snuck in before my S8) :lol:
I decided kinda last minute that I'd make the "Thanksgiving One-shot" into my one-shot thread since it was already here, so I had to move that piece over from it's own thread. Two birds with one stone, since the drabbles piece never did get as much attention as I'd hoped, lmao.
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Path » Tue Jan 23, 2018 12:41 am

I like this story, despite me hating Lilly and using her as a prompt idea. But I do like the dynamic of her with Misha because of how they have history and where they drew their lines. To see them interact is cool because it's not really a weird pairing, just a head tilt one. It's interesting to see what others interpret how they interact. The moments Misha feeling awkward guiding Lilly is cute and Misha finding the gift for Hanako was neat. The ending was kind of weird because I'm not sure if Misha and Lilly bought gifts for Hanako and Shizune respectfully. But it's probably me thinking that would have happen based on the final moments of the duo shopping.

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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Oddball » Thu Jan 25, 2018 5:24 pm

I loved the characterization in the Misha/Lilly story. it was just full of energy and a lot of fun.
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by brythain » Thu Jan 25, 2018 10:35 pm

I like the fact that Lilly's eyebrows 'cock up'. :D

Rest of story also cool. :)
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Riakai » Fri Jan 26, 2018 7:41 pm

Oddball wrote:
Thu Jan 25, 2018 5:24 pm
I loved the characterization in the Misha/Lilly story. it was just full of energy and a lot of fun.
Thank you! I put a lot of effort into getting their relationship just right, so I'm glad you enjoyed it. It also made me realize I enjoy writing a Misha POV for some reason. Wild.
Path wrote:
Tue Jan 23, 2018 12:41 am
I like this story, despite me hating Lilly and using her as a prompt idea. But I do like the dynamic of her with Misha because of how they have history and where they drew their lines. To see them interact is cool because it's not really a weird pairing, just a head tilt one. It's interesting to see what others interpret how they interact. The moments Misha feeling awkward guiding Lilly is cute and Misha finding the gift for Hanako was neat. The ending was kind of weird because I'm not sure if Misha and Lilly bought gifts for Hanako and Shizune respectfully. But it's probably me thinking that would have happen based on the final moments of the duo shopping.
I originally was going to have them give the gifts & stuff, but I figured the ending worked better open-ended? I get bogged down in Shizune 'dialogue' really easily, and the last little bits worked for that sort of ending. The tea set/chocolate was from Lilly to Hanako, and the mancala board/purse was from Misha to Shizune, to clarify.
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Thu Jan 25, 2018 10:35 pm
I like the fact that Lilly's eyebrows 'cock up'. :D

Rest of story also cool. :)
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Mirage_GSM » Fri Jan 26, 2018 9:15 pm

Riakai wrote:
Fri Jan 26, 2018 7:41 pm
Honest to god, I did like an half an hour of research to see if that detail would make sense. BUT IT DOES. SO I'M FINE.
Fanfiction writers' OCD kicks in again!
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by brythain » Fri Jan 26, 2018 10:30 pm

Mirage_GSM wrote:
Fri Jan 26, 2018 9:15 pm
Riakai wrote:
Fri Jan 26, 2018 7:41 pm
Honest to god, I did like an half an hour of research to see if that detail would make sense. BUT IT DOES. SO I'M FINE.
Fanfiction writers' OCD kicks in again!
Don't worry - it happens to all of us :lol:
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] S8 Update 1/1(ish)/18

Post by Oddball » Sat Jan 27, 2018 11:48 am

Mirage_GSM wrote:
Fri Jan 26, 2018 9:15 pm
Riakai wrote:
Fri Jan 26, 2018 7:41 pm
Honest to god, I did like an half an hour of research to see if that detail would make sense. BUT IT DOES. SO I'M FINE.
Fanfiction writers' OCD kicks in again!
Don't worry - it happens to all of us :lol:
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Post by Riakai » Mon Dec 24, 2018 12:41 pm

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  • A Different Kind of Tension
An unfamiliar character in the place of Hisao during Rin's "Proof of Existence" as something of an epilogue, written for SapphicYumi.
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The rain stopped hours ago. Rainbows weren’t happening, but they easily could’ve been. The ground was still just soggy enough to be noticeable as I slowly crawled down onto it. It might be wet, but the dandelions don’t care; they flutter about, passing Rin and I by while she stood there on that rock.

"What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?" Rin shifted just a bit, her arms still spread wide.

I don’t answer—she doesn’t mind. Rin looks back at me, giving a wide smile. Opening her mouth, as if to say something, she hovers there. Lips parted just enough for her tongue to peek out at me. There’s a certain quiet. I hear my heartbeat, Rin’s breathing. Birds chirping and the wind running wild through the fields. Her mouth hangs ajar a bit longer, before she closes it and turns back to the cloudy sky.

"Mary?" Rin barely speaks. Her voice is just loud enough for me to hear it.

I try to match the whisper. "Yeah?"

Her voice jumps back to full volume. She hops off of the rock, turning to me again. "I just wanted to say it. It has a good ring to it. Mary. Mary, Mary, Mary. Mary."

I stifle a laugh, falling back into the soggy ground. Without warning, Rin sits on top of me. Just—right on my stomach. I sputter as she turns and raises an eyebrow. "Oh. Right."

She lifts off of me and over to the ground next to me. She falls back again, pressed on my chest, but she barely weighs anything as is. Her hair fallen back—mingling with the dandelions. Her eyebrow raises again, "Why are you smiling?"

Rin was smiling too. Just faintly, that sort of dopey smile she had when we first met. Mouth shut, eyes almost there, just the edges of her mouth peeking out from that usual blank expression.

“I dunno. Why are you?” I laugh a bit, adjusting my legs.

“Am I? I couldn’t tell. I suppose...yeah. That makes sense.”

“Rare.”

Rin is visibly confused. There’s a pause between the both of us, the wind and distant birds filling in the silence. “Oh. You didn’t mean like meat.”

I let out a quiet giggle, “Yeah, you’re—you’re not a steak, Rin.”

“…Though, you do eyeball me like one sometimes.” Rin says, letting out a low ‘hmmm.’ I bite my tongue, trying not to laugh at her again. She turns to me, eyebrow raised. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind.”

All of a sudden, Rin hops up. A cloud of dandelions lifts off as she does, catching on my shirt and brushing against my face. That fleet feeling of a sneeze comes, then goes as quickly as it came. She looks down at me and blinks a few times.

“I’d offer to help you up. But we both know how that would work out.” The tied ends of her shirt sleeves flail about, as if the wind itself wanted to prove to me her point. “Come on.”

I stand up, wiping the dandelion and grass and dirt off of my skirt. “Well, it’s the thought that counts.”

Rin walks on off, crawling back down the hill and onto the path.

The path is the same as always, but today it seems sunnier. Happier than it already was. I know it's just me putting my own thing on it, making myself believe it. But maybe the sun is shining a bit brighter for us. Rin and rain are all too common a pair. All those times we ran left and right and took whatever turns we felt like, all around the city, rain pouring down—it's only right that this, whatever this was, happens after rain.

She trails ahead, brushing against the bushes and the trees as she trots long. If I were closer I'd almost think she was humming: It'd match the demeanor. The back entrance comes into view. Rin waits for me to open, trotting on through as I do.

Our walk to the dorm is quiet. The sun had started to set, so the path back was empty save for the occasional person huddled up on a bench, a pack of friends, that sort of thing. Enough to be immemorable.

The dorm comes into view, Rin still taking the lead ahead of me. We step through the doors together. I spot a group of girls sitting in the common area, watching TV and chatting—one of them spots us walking in together and gives us a wave. Rin keeps walking, her head tilting to and fro as she does. Not drastically, mind you—it's a light bob. I doubt anyone else would notice. Her head goes where it wants, literally and metaphorically here.

Rin turns, ready to head down her hallway as I turn toward mine. As I turn to say goodnight, Rin stares at me.

"Oh."

Her voice echoes, just slightly. I lean on the wall, questioning "Oh?" as I do.

"I don't know." I blink a few times. Her jade green eyes level towards me, looking me up and down. "Isn't the usual thing to stay the night after romantic breakthroughs." She says this without any sort of question in her tone, a deadpan statement of what she believes to be beyond obvious. I'm probably blushing.

"I—uh-if you want me to..." I trail off, staring at the space between Rin and I.

"Do you want to?"

The building feels silent, no actual sound coming through my head. Just the sounds of our breathing and my heart beating. "I...yes?"

Rin doesn't question my confusion, turning back towards her room. "Okay." I reluctantly follow. She pushes the unlocked door with her foot, stepping inside and turning back to me.

"Let's go to sleep now." Rin shimmies out of her pants and flops into bed. I do the same, trying not to laugh out of embarrassment or pure confusion. I put a hand to my cheek. And...Yeah. I’m blushing.

I climb in the bed, wrapping my arms around Rin, my head buried in hers. My arm might be numb, but this is the most comfortable I've ever been.

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The door pops open. Light pours in, and I clearly hear Emi laughing.

It's... It's Friday morning.

School.

Class.

Being a functioning member of society.

"Oh, hi Mary!" Emi bobs up and down in the doorway. She says, in a forced whisper her and I both know isn't really a whisper. "I won't ask!"

Rin slowly leans up. She peers at Emi, then flops back down on the bed and curls into my chest.

I'm speechless, biting at the inside of my cheek.

"I'll let you handle today, okay Mary?" She winks, firing off a finger gun as she backs out of the room.

The door closes.

Rin leans back up again, peering at me. "Can you let go of me?" She wriggles a bit.

"Oh! Oh. Sorry." I let go of the vice gripe I had on Rin, letting her hop off of the bed. "Do you need some—"

"Yes, please. Thank you."

Rin points me all about the room, gathering towels, pants, shirts, ties, socks, shoes, books, anything she needs. I take her to the bathrooms and realize a key detail: Emi probably helps with this sort of stuff. Probably in a bath rather than the shower, though… The shower is a lot more, y’know. Intimate. Weird. Slippery. So on and so forth. Thankfully, it's still early in the morning, so nobody has come around just yet. I help her out of her clothes, my gaze lingering on her pale skin. I watch as she steps into the shower, trying not to so obviously stare at her, but failing.

I slam my eyes shut and push away, falling away into my headspace. I take my clothes off as well, climbing in with Rin. I put my hands on her shoulders and let the water fall on us both, trying not to choke.

"Are you going to—" She starts talking, before I sputter, laughing.

"Right! Sorry. Sorry. This is all just so—"

"—Weird. Mhm." Rin's deadpan demeanor breaks, for just a moment. She sounds almost like she let out a giggle.

I grab a washcloth, wringing it in water and dousing it in soap. I run it all along Rin, cleaning her to the best of my ability. I wring the washcloth out again, rinsing off under what little arm she has.

Rin turns around all of a sudden, staring at me. "Thanks. Here." She opens her mouth.

"I uh. What?"

She tries to keep her mouth open all the way, speaking in a slur. "Gibf me the dowuhel."

I hesitantly hold up the washcloth and she snatches it in her mouth. She then proceeds to gently press her now-towel-filled-face into my shoulder, lowering her entire body so she can awkwardly manage to clean it in this...excessively unconventional way. The whole time, I'm twitching from both the urge to laugh uncontrollably and the occasional hot breath coming from Rin's nose. She glances up at me, then waddles over to the other side of my body, dragging the towel up and around my leg until her hair is tickling at my thighs.

I trip backward, bumping into the wall of the shower. I catch my hold on the edge just barely, pulling myself up. Rin is still squatted in front of me, blinking slowly.

The washcloth falls out of her mouth as she lets out a quiet “Oops.”

I let out a quiet, awkward laugh as I stand back up properly. Taking the washcloth from the floor of the shower, I smile at Rin, "It's fine."

She nods, slowly stepping out of the shower with a deadpan frown of sorts. I quickly finish my shower, not bothering with my hair. I hop out, spotting Rin: She's still dripping and naked. Staring at her toes, her head bobs around to and fro.

"Rin," I say, grabbing our towel off the ground, "Come here, I'll dry you off."

She glances up, hair splattered against her eyes. "Oh, right." She gently slides off the counter, stepping over to me. Rin presses her head into the crook of my neck, staring at the ceiling. Smiling, I dry off her chest, her stomach, taking in a sharp breath as I ran the towel down her legs, her feet, her arms. It's all so unnecessarily sensual. My head is wrapping in on itself as I dry off Rin's hair, running my hands around the unwieldy mess of auburn hair. She's dry enough, so I help her get dressed.

My brain keeps wrapping in, further and further, shutting down. My brain tosses and turns and—

"I'm bored. Are you bored?" We're both dressed and Rin is staring at me expectantly.

Blinking a few times, I nod and smile. I'm trying to clear the fog, trying to reassert dominance over my own thoughts.

I blink again and we're slowly walking back towards Rin's dorm. For some reason, I find Rin's sleeve in the palm of my hand as she bobs back and forth.

Rin says, quietly and almost as if talking to the walls rather than me, "Do you ever think about alligators?"

"...No?" I take my hand off of Rin's sleeve, letting it flop back to her side. I lean on the side of the wall, letting the front of my hand rub against the rough and old, painted wall. "Why? Are you thinking about them?"

"I think about an alligator circus down in Louisiana sometimes." She nods a few times. "I saw an image once."

There's a long pause as she stands in the hallway. "Of the alligator circus, I mean."

"Yeah? I mean." I pause as well, standing with her in this empty stretch of hallway. I run my hand along the walls again, looking up at the ceiling. Shutting my eyes, I try to imagine an alligator circus. It uh—it doesn't come to mind. The most I can get out of my head is a singular image of an alligator with a horn shoved between its jaws. But I can't imagine a circus. I mean. I guess I could.

Rin's head bops into my arm. "See what I mean? Alligator circus, down in Louisiana. It feels right."

I don't see what you mean, at all, and it probably shows on my face. I look back down. Trying to force a smile, I weakly nod.

Rin nods as well. Her eyes shut for a moment and she turns back around. "I don't really think understanding it's important. An inkling. All you need is an inkling for it to be important. Just a primal alligator circus. All going against their life will of being predators. And just playing what I assume is jazz."

"Art against all nature."

"Yes. That." Rin nods again. "I think today is a painting day. The alligators would want that."

"Do you want help?"

"Maybe. I think."

"I'll help, then."

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"Blue, but like the kind of blue you'd see in a pile of gum stuck to the underside of a table."

I grab a tube of dark blue paint, a faint grey, and my brush. Swirling around the color and turning it to Rin just slightly, a murky light blue comes to existence. It looks interesting enough, and Rin doesn't question it. She lifts her foot in the air, taking a light dip into the mixture. She leans back and stares at the painting in front of her. The paintbrush hovers there between her toes, twitching just slightly.

She lurches forward. There's a faint 'fwish' as she lifts the brush up, pressing it back down just as quickly.

The room's quiet besides this. I can hear the AC running in the background, pumping out cool air. The dorms are empty, seeing as it's a Friday morning. The wind rushes by outside, and I almost wish the window was open. But I don't want to move, for fear of disturbing Rin's process. I watch, but don't say anything—"Seven years of bad luck," and all that. Rather not test it. A sort of swamp takes form, black trees on a bed of gummy blues and dull greens. Faces peer out of the swamp, but not anything distinctly human takes form.

"Gold. Like the sun but without the burning feeling."

I swish together a muted orange, matching that same faint gray as before with a bright drop of yellow. Rin glances over, squinting. "Hm. Yep." She nods a few times, taking the brush up in her toes and going back to swishing the brush around seemingly at random—though I know it's not.

This continues for what I think is a few hours—I hear chatter in the distance so I can assume it's lunchtime. Both my legs are numb, so I don't bother standing up to check the clock. Rin glances to me, then to the painting, then to the ground. She flops back, laying flat on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

The oil paint and the soft carpet and Rin suck up into my head. I flop back onto my stomach. Draping my arm over Rin, she lets out a quiet, content, sigh. We lie there, the air conditioning, the sounds of our breath, and the occasional patter of footsteps being the only intrusions in this solitary peace. The door creaks open, followed by a short laugh. Emi steps through, looking down at the both of us.

"I had a feeling this is where you two were. At least you're dressed now!" Emi laughs, winking at me. "I told our teachers you were sick today, both of you. Figured when I didn't catch Rin at her usual spots."

"Oh, thanks," I say into the carpet. I flip around on to my back, scooting away from Rin. I lean on the side of the bed and rub at my eyes. The fabric of my stockings, which I'd forgot I was even wearing, quietly swishes a bit as I cross my legs. My head's going all sorts of weird, not used to the implications of being near Rin like this. Something like butterflies in my stomach. But instead—like, mosquitoes in my skull. Angry, swarming mosquitoes all in my head.

Locking my hands together in my lap, I glance at Rin. She blinks a few times at me, turning to face me. I point at Emi and recognition flashes across Rin's face as she sits up.

"Hi." Rin’s shirt is a wrinkled mess and there are splatters of paint crawling up her pants.

"Do you two want food? Knowing Rin, and knowing you, Mary, you probably haven't eaten." Emi's hands come out from behind her back, a plastic bag crinkling with the motion. She sits on the floor, putting the bag in her lap as she does. "I got some drinks and food. Since you two didn't come to lunch today, I have these for you too!"

Emi plops down two boxes in front of us, the same as she always makes. Honestly, I shouldn't be so used to these, but she loves making them and they always taste good—so I just don't look the gift horse in the mouth. I eat them every single time. And today? Today is no exception.

I grab the box and start eating it. Pork cutlets and rice. Before I know it, I'm done. Like a blur, the box was empty.

A mixture of Emi's good cooking and my, well. Malnutrition. I don't think I ate dinner last night (and if I did, it wasn't much), so this was well needed.

Emi giggles as she opens a can of strawberry soda, handing me one as well. Rin is still picking away at the box, at this point staring at the rice as she swirls it around with a fork.

I push the mosquitos back and out of my head. I want to enjoy today, tonight, whatever time it is I don't care. I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. Emi cocks an eyebrow, laughing quietly. She doesn't ask, though, instead opting for a long sip of her drink. Rin puts her fork down, turning and staring at me suddenly.

The mosquitos in my head return, but I hold my ground, drowning out the buzzing with a low 'mmmm' sound that I hope nobody can hear. Rin's stare softens as she chews, "Sorry. That was too much rice for one mouth." She pauses. "We should go for a walk." This is, to anyone who doesn't know Rin, addressed to the room. But to those who know Rin, at least kind of know her. This is to me. "But without the rain. Every other time we go on walks there's rain and umbrellas and it's soggy. I don't mind being soggy, but I want to go for a walk and not get soggy this time."

Emi quietly takes another long sip of her strawberry soda, opting to obviously stare at me for my response. A smile creeps across her face as I nod and shrug.

"Okay." Rin glances to Emi and gives a warm nod, smiling all the while at her. "Sorry for not going to lunch. The alligator circus was telling me to paint. So I needed to paint. Mary helped. Not just with the painting, but that too."

I stifle a laugh. Rin's roundabout phrasing should probably be annoying, and it used to be. But it's grown on me, and hearing her talk about me in a way that actually sounds, to a certain extent, complimentary, is great. Sometimes, being with Rin, if you can call it that, it feels suffocating. It feels as if she's this great rock in the middle of an ocean, and I'm out here with a raft and no paddle, using my arms to try and reach her. But sometimes it feels like Rin herself just—brings forth a wave to push me along without even trying. And those waves are refreshing. Like cool rain in the midst of this ocean of confusion.

Rin pokes at me with her foot. "Let's get going." She stands up with a tiny grunt.

Emi laughs, grabbing the trash and her lunch boxes off of the floor. "I'll talk to you two later, alright? Don't get lost. And if it rains, go inside or something. Don't need you two getting sick on me now!" She gives us both a warm smile before stepping out of the room and letting the door slowly close.

Rin pushes her feet into her shoes, glancing over to me as I hold open the door for her. She bites at her cheek a bit, glancing over to me. "We should try staying quiet. Just existing."

I pause, hand on the door. The mosquitoes buzz menacingly, reminding me that they're here and they're ready to drown out my head. I nod and put an arm around Rin's waist. No words. Okay. I can do this.

We step out of the dorms, Rin just barely keeping pace with me. Our steps have an off-kilter bounce to them, but I'm determined to keep her as close as possible. Her auburn hair brushes against my neck occasionally, sending shivers down my spine.

The mosquitos slowly retreat, and almost, almost leave my head. I let out a low 'mmm' as we step through the gate off of the school's grounds. I stop, letting go of Rin. The mosquitos come back out, buzzing at full force. I shake my head around and shut my eyes.

Rin turns around, and peers at me, the jade green of her eyes piercing the buzzing of the mosquitoes. She doesn't say anything. She cocks her head to the side a bit instead, like a dog almost. A fluffy, auburn dog with a stare that melts me. I grab Rin into a hug and just hold her.

"Thank you," I say.

"For what?"

"Thank you for being you. Uncompromisingly you."

"Oh. I thought everyone should be like themselves. You're like you and it seems to work out. I didn't realize I could not be me." She mutters this into the crook of my neck, her head pressed against my shoulder.

"Like that. I don't understand you, but you're you and that's all that matters. You and your alligator circuses and your confusion and your painting. I love you for, well, you. I love you." I smile, shutting my eyes hard.

I hold Rin, standing in front of the gates of Yamaku. The sun still high in the sky, proud to be there. No clouds in sight. We stand there, the occasional group of students pattering on by and chatting. Some might even be questioning why we're just standing here. But we stand, my arms around Rin and her head pressed into me. No words, no actions. Just standing strong against it all.
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] 6/27/19

Post by Riakai » Thu Jun 27, 2019 3:46 pm

this S9 prompt was uh...something.

apologies to Pablo for the 7-months overdue and the less than stellar end result, regardless. couldn't figure out a way to make anything particularly riveting from this prompt, and spent quite a long time trying to do so.......so, yeah.
A character of the writer's choice needs to dress up as Santa for a Christmas Eve party. However, after trying it on just to see how it will look on them, they find that they cannot take it off. So, they must go about their typical daily routines dressed as Santa for Christmas Eve and Christmas day (or longer). The reason for the suit being stuck can be anything the writer wants.
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“Do I have to?” I mumble under my breath. My hands are occupied with the suit, a blindingly red mass of velvet and Shicchan isn’t even in the closet, so naturally, she doesn’t respond. I lift my top off and set it to the side, my face lighting up. I drop my skirt and grumble again. Stupid dumb bet.

I lift the sheer red stockings up my legs, struggling to get them past my thighs. Then, of course. The suit. It’s more of a...Misses Claus than anything. And it’s terrible. Terrible!

I step out of the closet, gaudy red skirt and blouse and….ugh. This velvet chafes. And...chokes. I can barely move my arms.

[ Misha. That’s not the right suit. ] Shicchan signs, a confused look sprawled across her face. [ Where did you even get that? ]

My eyes go wide. [ You said the suit! I put the suit on in the closet! ] I cough into the crook of my arm,

[ I said the suit as in— ] Shicchan pushes past me, opening the closet door once more to reveal…a three-piece tailored suit, hung up piece by piece. [ The actual, tailored, suit! It’s SEPTEMBER, Misha! SEPTEMBER! ]

[ Yeah! And… ] I blink. The room is silent. We both stand there in Shicchan’s bedroom, staring at the floor in a state of confusion. Or, well, I can only assume Shicchan is confused too. Her hands are tented to the front on the green of her uniform skirt, and her eyes are half closed. I drop to the floor and try to cross my legs. The skirt is too tight, so uh. No dice on that! I fluff the skirt and tug on it to try and...cover up. But the skirt is stuck on my waist. But it’s Shicchan so… It’s not like she’ll notice anyway. [ I thought that was a part of the prank! And… this...thing is too tight! I can’t get it off. ]

Shicchan takes a long pause. [ No, no it was not part of the prank. Nor was that outfit being stuck. ]

[ Why do you even have this thing?! ] I throw my hands in the air and tug at the hem of the skirt.

[ …I wore it for— ] She eyes to the side. [ I don’t need to explain it! ]

[ You wore it for Hisao, didn’t you?! ] I stand up and throw my hands about in a frenzy. [ No, I—no wonder this thing is so tight. ] I let out a loud huff. [ I don’t wanna know. Just—help me get it off. Please! I can’t breathe in this thing… ]

I stand up and try to tug the skirt off, and Shicchan tries as well. If I weren’t so…disturbed by the fact that Shicchan wore this for Hisao…I would probably pass out. Shicchan’s face is a bright, bright red, a red I’ve not seen in months. She clambers on over to the desk and pulls out a pair of scissors. I yank a blanket off of Shicchan’s bed in a weak attempt to cover myself up as I retreat into the closet to cut the tiny dress from my frame.

The scissors catch on each and every cut, the velvet sticking to the skin of my thighs.
Shicchan even knocks at one point. But I, obviously, don’t answer. Eventually, the dress comes off and my uniform goes back on. Never before did I think that I would enjoy my uniform, but…here we are.

The stockings ripped and the dress is in two, but I couldn’t care less! I dash out of the room, giving Shicchan a frantic wave as the door slaps shut behind me.
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Re: [Ria's Oneshot Hell] 12/24/18

Post by PabloPabloPablo » Thu Jun 27, 2019 10:06 pm

Well I can't exactly complain when the prompt I gave was a bit out there. My apologies on that. I still like it.
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