@malfique
❝ With how much you claim to lie, Ouma-kun... Aren’t you afraid someone might claim that you’re crying wolf when a moment comes where you actually feel the need to tell the truth...? ❞
@jibunkattxdancxr
❝ Um, I see you’re wearing a kimono... Is there a festival going on somewhere nearby? ❞
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“My choice of clothing? Dude, you mean punk? No offense, but nobody else around here is like me. Unless you’re talkin’ about the other dude with the goatee, in which case. His shirt’s totally fuckin’ kickass! The dragon design? Super cool. I’d wear it. But ah. No. My clothes have nothin’ to do with my talent. Here, you wanna clue? Picture me without the piercings, and a buzzcut. No goatee either. That might help ya.”
❝ Punk...? I’ll take note of that. But yes, that’s who I meant, actually. ❞
It seems he already knew Momota to some degree, which might make for a good topic of conversation down the line. Anything would do to help build up Saihara’s dwindling roster of friends, and expanding into some of the other class groups was never a bad idea. His shy nature never helped, but it was easy to perceive this student as being an extroverted sort, so maybe things would balance out. Going along with this sudden brain teaser felt as good a start as any. Saihara’s nervous state quickly diminished once he began to delve into his thought process, looking serious and completely zoned in, even for something so minor.
❝ And I suppose I can try my hand at guessing your talent. It’s not much to go off of, but I think I can narrow the options significantly at least. Hm... A shaved head is common in the ranks of a military, so I’d leave that as one guess at where your talent may lie. Athletes have a few reasons why they may need to shave as well, and piercings are usually prohibited in many sports, so there is that... In conclusion, I’d guess that your talent is either some form of role or occupation in the military, like a Cadet for instance, or a type of athlete.❞
Granted, he didn’t seem the disciplined sort you’d normally see in military, but the detective thought it best to keep quiet about that...
@batothief
❝ E-Excuse me... I heard screams coming from this part of the school. Do you happen to know what’s going on, or if anyone might be in trouble...? I came as quickly as I heard them. ❞
She's humming the tune of "Happy Birthday" under her breath as she presents the freshly baked cake to the detective, gentle but genuine smile upon peach lips. "A very special day indeed- Happy Birthday, Saihara-kun."
❝ I-It’s definitely not special enough to warrant something like this… I can’t imagine how much of your time this took up, and the cake looks incredible, like it came straight out of a cake shop. I don’t think I could eat this all myself, so you’re welcome to cut it enough so that everyone else can enjoy it, too. Er… but if they ask what it’s for, y-you don’t have to mention my birthday or anything. I’ve been made bashful enough from your kind gesture alone.❞
"Happy birthday."
❝Ah, you really didn’t need to bother with remembering it, Kirigiri-san, but, um… th-thank you, all the same.❞
@hazuukashi
❝ Your choice of clothing is similar to one of my classmate’s. If there’s any sort of correlation, your talent would be just as surprising or unexpected as his… I don’t want to make any presumptions about you, so may I ask what it is…? ❞
❝ If I just take it slow and easy tomorrow, there shouldn’t be any slip-ups... Some gracious thank yous should be enough, but if I’m lucky, maybe the date will go over most people’s heads... ❞
@spurioussculptor
❝ This warm weather will be gone before we know it... Does it ever get cold for you back home, Angie-san? Or will this be your first real winter in the coming months? ❞
@beheadingtoujou
❝ Toujou-san, what do you make of all this...? I don’t think a day’s passed where they haven’t been out there protesting the Main Course... ❞
Saihara’s attention had been fixated outside the window for much of the lunch period now. It wasn’t a particularly large or troublesome group outside, but the words they shouted and spoke mirrored a sizable chunk of the Reserve Course student body’s sentiments. Saihara couldn’t count himself among them, given that the amount of pressure Main Course students must received fueled his empathy (and fear for being in their place). Still, it was clear that the amount of attention reserve students got was minimal in comparison. Not even the teachers looked particularly enthused to be teaching the entitled fruit of the upper and influential classes, who, aside from maybe a few special cases, made up the bulk of the students they taught.
Like him, he hadn’t heard Toujou be very vocal about this particular topic, and it led him to wonder if she too had thought of the Reserve Course’s situation as a non-issue, or if she was just content with the sort of education they were already getting. In truth, it really didn’t feel all that different from any other high school curriculum, which might explain the students claiming that their families were being ripped off. Perhaps, in the end they were only paying to have the added prestige of having attended Hope’s Peak stamped into their resumes?
Gives her a son a hair ruffle. What a good Kiwi.
❝This is slowly becoming a habit of yours, isn’t it…? N-Not that I mind, but… still unexpected.❞
Or so he said, but Saihara knew it was fair game whenever he’d be caught without his hat. Gentle sentiments for a gentle boy, he was yet surprised that Kirigiri would not stay her hand from temptations such as a vulnerable tuft of hair, unprotected by a normally present shield hat. Rather than dandruff, it was embarrassment that sprinkled about him, sourced straight from his senior's hand.
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“ Nishishi. Good question, Saihara-san !!! I’m sooooo glad you managed to find the balls to actually ask me !! I know a scrub when I SEE ONE —- for example: you’re a borderline scrub, despite being an awkward mess … there’s just SOMETHING that contradicts that thought process with you which I just can’t lay my finger on. ”
“ & no. It isn’t because you’re a PRETTY BOY, or anything like that. Though I wouldn’t tell you what it is even if I had the slightest clue … ! ”
❝ Borderline scrub... p-pretty boy...? Um... nevermind that... I guess you mean to say that something about me intrigues you? I can’t really imagine that being the case; I’m an easy enough person to read, unfortunately. But likewise, something about you draws my own suspicions, and it can’t be pinned down entirely on your penchant for lying. ❞
Finally got a break from assignments, so I figured I’d use the time to roll out some starters and catch up on replies. If you’d like a starter, please leave a like, (mutuals only)!
Current cap: 5
Current asks: 2
Current drafts: 2
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🎹 🎶 ┊ → akamatsu wonders for a brief second if there’s a word for what she’s feeling at this minute. excited is too small of a word, too meaningless in this exact moment. the jitters in her heart, the swarm of butterflies in her stomach, the rosy blush that’s painted her cheeks— there just isn’t an exact word out there for her to use. it’s so overwhelming right now, this happiness that’s taken root within her.
she shall call it ‘ passion. ’
there is no more room for idle chitchat, she decides. after taking a moment to appreciate the adorable statement of ‘ enrich the experience, ’ the pianist wastes no time in reaching out to him. long fingers wrap around his palm with a careful touch that would leave the smallest of baby birds unharmed. she realizes too late of what she’s doing, and once she does the pink hue of her cheeks only grows a few shades darker. no going back now; if she were to suddenly let his hand go it would just make this situation MORE awkward.
so instead akamatsu decides to roll with it. her grip on him tightens just a tiny bit as she proceeds to guide him to the piano room, smile still ever present on her face. even in the face of an awkward moment the girl refuses to give into herself.
❝ i think liberace would be a nice start for you, ❞ she begins to ramble as they walk, trying everything in her power to distract herself from the warmth of his hand. ❝ he’s actually from this century for one thing, but he’s known to be one of the best pianist’s of the modern era ! in my personal opinion, his playing is a little too showy and fancy, ‘cuz it’s just decorated in trills and frills, but i still admire him nonetheless ! you’d probably like him, though. he’s a good transition place to get into the more classical stuff, PLUS he was super mega gay, so that’s kind of a bonus, right ? ❞
she laughs gently, hoping that he understands the last part was meant to be part of a joke.
How overwhelming it was, to be encompassed with this heart pounding nervousness. There always had to be something negative to disrupt the harmony of being with someone he could enjoy passing the time with, had there? His shyness never did him much good, even when he could expect these sudden actions. He was more than relieved that the pianist was the one leading him along, so that she could not see his own blush. It was always difficult to ignore these feelings, but being able to listen to Akamatsu speak of her passions and interests made it a much easier task to quell his anxiety, and it helped that he could find moments to laugh alongside her too. Focusing more on her words than her warm hand, he lets his soft voice eke out a response to her suggestion.
❝ Well, I-I have no reason to doubt your word... you were my gateway into the broader world of music, after all. And... I wouldn’t really be surprised if Liberace ends up being my next big step into the world of classical music, or maybe even winding up a favorite of mine. ❞
It certainly wasn’t a name he’d heard or recognized, so it was admittedly exciting on what he’d be in for. Akamatsu’s description gave him a vague idea, though it still wasn’t enough to sate him through the trek of this familiar path. Familiar to the point he’d need no guide at all to take him to the music room, yet despite this fact, the girl remained undeterred in taking his hand to lead him. If only he harbored the same amount of comfort and confidence, he thought. Still, the fact that she could at least feel this from being around or with him was enough to satisfy.
beheadingtoujou replied to your post: ❝ I’ll willingly submit my own phone...
“…Would it assist to submit my own phone to ensure this ends swifter, Saihara-Kun?”
❝ I’d keep it handy for now... I don’t think this case will expand to the point where everyone’s phone needs to be checked, but I’d probably keep a lookout for any suspicious messages or files you might receive, and report them. I’m only doing this myself since I’ve been accused. ❞
jibunkattxdancxr replied to your post: ❝ I’ll willingly submit my own phone...
“ Oh! So you’re the guy word has been going around for! You know .. you should keep disgusting stuff like that to yourself! ”
❝ N-no, this whole thing didn’t start with me. Somehow I just got wrapped up in it. If anything, I’d like to help solve this issue, not contribute to it... ❞
❝ I’ll willingly submit my own phone as evidence if it’s to prove Akamatsu-san’s innocence...! She has no reason to send me such... photos. ❞