“...That did not have to be the first thing I saw.”
...tfw you read a fic and suddenly your oldest muse up and punches you in the face with a huge dose of I WANT TO RP POLY RELATIONSHIPS W YU AND RISE PLS
Yosuke you’re asking too much
might try to be active here again if Yosuke’s muse isn’t just being horny or soemthing bc this is the first time in a few weeks I’ve actually really wanted to RP something on any blog
“Can I help you?”
Quietly mentions I don’t usually follow Rei/Zen blogs because as much as I adore the characters and PQ, I haven’t completed the game, and none of the blogs are exactly spoiler free....
> hanamurastyle ran into you at work
“Did you need help finding something? This store’s a little bit different than the one in Inaba, so I can understand if you’re a little lost, man.”
Chihiro’s shuffling through her coin purse, brows furrowed-- she wants to buy this snack, but she’s having trouble keeping all of the coins in her hand.
“Al...most there...!!” Coins slip from her hand and hit the ground, and she wails, quickly getting down on her knees to start picking up the coins.
“I swear, getting ready for this new kid’s gonna do me in– Sorry for not being around; I’ve had my hands full taking care of Chihiro and getting things ready…like for a small starter, I guess.”
“...Excuse me-- yes, I’m allowed to sit in handicapped. Do you not see the cane? Or do I seriously have to pull out my pass and show you?”
People on public busses are fucking rude today, it seems.
“Didn’t the doctor say you needed rest? Because I don’t call this rest.”
injury/illness sentence starters
In a split second Rise completely stopped - almost tripping over herself in the process, and - she couldn’t help taking a quick peak at the brunet before turning away. And, in one grand twirl - the idol swivels around, auburn locks flowing…catching the air just right, and, she spends a few silent moments balancing herself on the balls of her feet, a wry smile curling at the corners of soft lips - brows raised in faux astonishment. As if the idol was a child vainly attempting to worm their way out of a hefty punishment.
“B-But…That’s totally boring! Come on - You don’t expect me to sit around all day! I still have press conferences….and, stuff!”
“Rest means rest, Rise.” He was smiling, amused by how cute she was acting, and for a few moments he wondered how she managed to stay so cute when she was closer to 30 than 20, but shook his head, arms crossing and taking on more of a truly parental role.
“No ‘buts’ about it. Work is one thing, but I just don’t want you to get too worn out.”
It wasn’t till then he realized she’d probably get annoyed at him for treating her like a child, and he sighed, shifting to run his hands through his hair.
“....sorry-- Forget it, I won’t stop you, but... just be careful, ok?”
“I swear, getting ready for this new kid’s gonna do me in-- Sorry for not being around; I’ve had my hands full taking care of Chihiro and getting things ready...like for a small starter, I guess.”
oh no
She hesitates - that unmistakable feeling of anger bubbling inside of her, teetering on the edge of spilling over; and, against the idol';s better judgement - she squeezes the male's hand a little too tight, fingernails digging into his skin ever so slightly. It';s difficult, but…somehow - she manages to control her temper, silently paying a small 'thank you' to her grandmother. "It's not as if I have much of a say in the matter, ultimately…Father will have to approve of any man I intend to marry…however, at this rate I have already heard whispers of an arranged engagement."
And, Rise pauses - A long almost deliberate silence, the tension lingering in the air is enough to will anyone to leave….but, still - the lady dons a plastered smile, the tone of her voice eerily dry, without that usual pep."Foolish, correct? So, few arranged marriages occur now - Father seems to believe I will never willingly marry a man…and, he is half right. All the men I meet at parties are…simply dull, I suppose."
It takes a few painstakingly long seconds before it hits the lady like a ton of bricks…and, she realizes that she's spoken awfully out of her place. Although, it pains her to do so - she slips her fingers away from his, her palm moving to rest comfortably in her lap. "Apologies…I did not intend to speak out of turn…..it's best if you take your leave - being in a ladies quarters is unsightly. I could not imagine the punishment either of us would receive, I do not wish that upon you. - I will be disheartened to see you go, however."
He’d been taught since he was young-- listen and nod in agreement whenever they speak to you, even if you disagree. They’re closer to royalty than you’ll ever be, you’re a peasant. Worthless.
Still, it’s nice, hearing about the woman’s words, and you shake your head.
“Aye, is’ mostly unusual to go through with an arrangement like that nowadays....” He doesn’t like the idea himself, he’d rather search for the right person, even if he’s no longer looking at all. His love had passed on, and that was that.
His hand feels cold when she pulls away, and he pulls his own back, listening to her carefully before nodding, setting the brush to the side. His hands return to her hair, however, a small smile on his lips as he quickly pulls her hair back into a messy braid, leaving it untied when he reaches the bottom. He stands, careful of his leg, and stands beside the woman, bowing slightly.
“I’ll be on my way, then, missus. Another long day of work awaits me tomorra’, an’ my daughter’ll be helping me as well-- We’ve got more flowers to plant, the missus’ house must look it’s best as soon as possible.” He smiles, thinking if he should ask her to stop by, because he certainly wouldn’t mind seeing her again.
“We’ll be in the west garden, working in the roses. Do feel free ta stop by and critique our work.”
“You’re disappointing them all.”
The voice echoes in your mind, your voice. It’s been whispering to you more frequently now.
“You’re replacing her."
“You’re disappointing your father.”
“You’re using her.”
“You kids and your ‘I’m not gay’ crap. I’ve dated plenty of guys since high school-- I’ve literally dated another me, and I STILL ended up with a kid and a half. Just let shit happen and you’ll have a lot less to worry about.”
note to self when i’m not about to completely pass out, copy-paste that whole conversation and dump it under a read more, and then tag rise in it bc she’d probably maybe sorta enjoy reading it idk
I should not be allowed to angst at 5 AM, especially not when it comes to this muse.