// whispers softly: i am gomen for lack of activity I am trash in a can
Are you excited about going to prom?
[۞ -] "I am! Very nervous but.. excited, too."
Choices [AU] II killjoy-sleuth
Against how pale her skin was these past few days, it was quite a welcoming sign when her cheeks have enough blood to turn red from the little kisses on her hand. Her movement still weak and shaky, she interlaced their hands with a little effort.
Her mind churned, as it always does. If she kept going with her job, what would happen? She get out of the hospital and pick up another case, and the status quo from before marches on, maybe the next case even more dangerous.
And if she quit now? What can she be? All her life, she had been a detective, nothing more and nothing less. That’s her foundation, the one thing she can fall back on, if every side of her breaks. And now it’s proved to be an unsteady ground to stand on.
"What if… I keep thinking about the what-ifs." She shook her head, a move that made her eyes blur for a brief instant. The wound on her head wasn’t too serious, but was still wrapped up for a reason. "What if.. I’m not so lucky next time? They said I was just on the border of the blast radius. A step more and I would be caught even worse…"
She closes her eyes, remembering the fiery red flashes before her, and the calm echo of her supervisor’s report on the incident.
"We can make it work but… if something does happen to me," She opened her eyes and looked over, seriousness lined with a deep exhaustion on her face. "W-what would you do?"
[۞ -] Ayane breathed deeply, then released it in a slow exhale. She could almost imagine it.
'We're sorry, Mrs. Shirogane, but she was unable to make it.'
Her heart shuddered at the thought - her entire being went cold, like something was ripped from her, and that was even from something that was just imaginary. The double-edged sword of creativity - she could vividly imagine something like that, no matter how wrong or incorrect it was.
A hand raised, partly covering her face as her eyes softened and her bottom lip trembled. She realised, so quickly years ago that she couldn't live without the other. Becoming married had only solidfied that, compounded it. But, in the end.. she slowly shook her head. Laughed - gently, even. Softly.
"It doesn't bear thinking. I'm sorry, Naoto. You know me. I'm optimistic. I really doubt that the world is so cruel as to take you away like that. Not now we have our child to look after."
Ayane was partly avoiding the question, because the answer was simple: She didn't know.
She didn't know what she would do if something would happen to Naoto. She didn't want to know, because knowing would imply that she would have to go, and Ayane didn't want that at all.
"What will you do if your choice is to quit being a Detective? You really don't strike me as the housebound-wife type, and I'm definitely not wrong here."
"Umm.. N-Naoto.." a timid voice calls out. The musician shyly approaches the other, hands fiddling and general nervousness about her. ".... .. .. Do.. you think you could... t-teach me how to dance before the prom?"
'Oh-uh. Be truthful to her, you can't dance!' Naoto thought as she masked her panic as best she could, rubbing the back of her neck being the only sign of it. She think she should really be truthful about her lack of dancing skills but seeing Ayane so nervous already gave her pauses.
'Well it's not like I totally don’t know how to dance…’ “S-sure, of course.” Naoto answers, and moments later, feel the panic double itself. 'Why do I feel like I dug my own grave?'
"W-well urm…" That… was a brilliant question. Never mind the lack of any music to start thinking about dancing, Naoto don’t even know what sort of music was typically in a prom. Her lack of knowledge on that made the back of her neck tingles in quiet panic.
"I suppose first you need to put a hand on my shoulder and we have to g-get closer." Her main plan had been do whatever other people do, if not just… stand by and watch people. But that’s not exactly what people should do, right? Not when you’re going with someone… "T-this is assuming there would be any slow music…"
[۞ -] Like a dilligent student, even if her cheeks burned red, the girl stepped forward, closer, closer, until she was face to face with Naoto. Or, more accurately, face to chin. Briefly, her tongue darted out to lick her suddenly chapped lips -- she had seen slow dancing on televeision once. It seemed all very.. intimate to the traditional dances that she did know.
Daintly her small hand raised and gently rested upon the detective's shoulder, feeling the warmth underneathe jacket and shirt. She was already as red as possible and they hadn't even started.
"Um.... .. "
"O-Okay, N-Now what..? Where does my other hand go?"
[۞ -] "I wouldn't really call it a date, per say, but.. technically, with Souji. Um. The really grumpy one.
Basically we got set up on a blind date.. but we don't really, like eachother in that way, so we both agreed to take the outing as just friends. I'm not sure if others took it as such, but.. It doesn't really matter.
The meal was nice, though."
[۞ -] "O-Oh.. well.. you know.. a nice trip to somewhere nice and.. quiet, like the hill that overlooks the shopping district.. maybe instead of going to a fancy resturant, we have a picnic. All handmade food, of course.."
"The weather will be kind of nice, but also rains later, so we laugh and get soaked and my date would escort me back home.. and before I go in, they grab and kiss me. Ohhh.. a kiss in the rain, it just sounds so.. so whimsical..
...--"
"N-Not that I've.. thought much on this."
Takes off the pink circles...didn't know they could come off
>Nothing happens.
"If you don't stop pinching my cheeks in the next five seconds, I will kick you in the shin."
>You have a feeling she's being serious with this surprisingly out of character threat. Mainly because silly asks get silly responses.
What made you pick up the trombone?
[۞ -] "The flute wasn't available."
Ayane, ever thought of learning cute fu? I heard it's one of the deadliest martial art styles available.
[۞ -] “I’m sorry. I’ve already mastered all seven techniques, from the Headtilt of Innocent Curiousity to the super-secret ones of the Pout of Total Stubborn Endearment.”
"Satonaka-senpai has got nothing on those moves."
Ayane, were you born with those super pink cheeks?
[۞ -] "...Ummm.. .. Yes."
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Meanwhile all the soccer mom NPCs think he’s the Silver Fox of Inaba. “He hides it so well, but you can see the pain in his eyes *sighs dreamily* - if only he’d let me dry his tears…”
oh m y frick frack ing god//
Is this a bad question?
[۞ -] "No, no it's not."
And she hugs this specific greyface. Because at least not everyone wanted to pry into her lovelife.
...Good god, it just hit me. I HAVE a lovelife. Me! I.. have certainly come along way since I first started Yasogami High..
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((She pictures him as Old Man Dojima yelling ‘get off my lawn you kids!’ hahaa))
// IT ' S TRUE
OLD MAN DOJIMA JFC
[۞ -] "Bebe, my dearest Onii-chan, as much as I love you, I'm going to smack you. une anonyme my backside.."
A sigh.
"Actually, when I first laid eyes upon them I looked away. My kokoro went doki-doki because of nerves.
Now it doki's because of love."
[۞ -] muffled sob--
"N-Not.. I mean.. Everyone is unique.. right? Just because someone's a detective, doesn't mean I'm going to immediately be attracted to them. Dojima-sama is an example of that."
... ... . . .
".. ...B-But.. sort of... I guess. I think at this point I can't really convince you lot otherwise.."