((The plushie is accepted, an air-hug given since she doesn’t want to make her Roy-bro as sick as she is.))
~<3
“Yeah, Yo-chan… I know.”
“…though, ah… this isn’t a prelude to a Dear Rise conversation, right?”
Not at all, Rise…
Just a little reminder from your lucky to be somewhat unlucky girlfriend.
That’s all, really…
> there was an attempt to laugh and smile
“…alright.”
A weak chuckle of her own.
“And personally, I don’t see the unlucky bit, there. You’ve got both me and Sou-kun.”
Well, before you two came around… it wasn’t the most positive experience for me, so I suppose that all of my unluckiness was a good thing.
‘Cause I eventually had the chance to find you two…
That’s the end result that matters the most to me, you know?
“Mm-hmm…”
Her lips brush her girlfriend’s forehead.
“I just wish I could’ve been there to stop it, y’know..?”
“Yeah, Yo-chan… I know.”
“…though, ah… this isn’t a prelude to a Dear Rise conversation, right?”
Not at all, Rise…
Just a little reminder from your lucky to be somewhat unlucky girlfriend.
That’s all, really…
> there was an attempt to laugh and smile
“…alright.”
A weak chuckle of her own.
“And personally, I don’t see the unlucky bit, there. You’ve got both me and Sou-kun.”
[*…felt what?]
[*That’s the same question that’s in the back of your mind, as well. But you don’t bother to voice it aloud… Honestly, voicing anything is kind of painful right now. Your throat’s still a little sore…]
“…Oh. Well, I hope someone picks it up.”
[*You absentmindedly walk into the kitchen. Maybe a drink will make you feel at least a little bit better… as you open the cupboards and get out a glass, you turn back to her.]
“… Wanna sit down or something?”
“I will when I get back, if all else fails.”
In the silence that follows, Rise waits for him to ask what she meant. She then waits more… and then some more, for a change of pace. When that query never comes, a sigh escapes the former idol’s lips as she takes his question as an offer to plop down on one end of the sofa, her head turning to regard him with knowing eyes. If she can’t be subtle about it, then she’s left no choice but to be direct about what she meant.
“I meant Kanzeon, Mitsuo. I felt you were in pain and, well…”
Her hands both raise only to fall back onto her lap, the gesture’s meaning clear— ‘And here I am, Mitsuo.’ The redhead allows that silence to hang, for him to figure out that he can’t truly hide how he’s feeling from her… and for the inevitable anger that’s bound to follow.
“And with how expensive kimono are? Oh, yeah, I totally want to get it all sweaty and stinky so that I have to spend stupidly large amounts of yen to get it properly cleaned.”
“But hey, it’s not like mens’ fantasies take reality into account.”
“And it’s uncomfortable as it is—imagine being out in public commando on top of that!”
“If they think it’s so easy, I’d pay the stupidly large amounts of yen to see them in Kimonos for a day.”
“Hahaha, you and me both. And we can’t forget the okobo, either! ”
“Let’s see how they like toddling around on such oddly-shaped wedges. Bet it wouldn’t be so sexy then~”
The relief that the redhead feels at seeing Mitsuo whole and physically unharmed… he doesn’t get the chance to do much more than ask that question before she’s shoving the door open, her arms wrapping around his waist without so much as a thought toward whether he’d mind it or not. And if that’s not enough to let him know that she was worried?
“You’re okay!”
Well, the tone of her voice ought to say it all. Pulling away from that embrace, hazel eyes flicker over the dark-haired young man in front of her as if trying to search out any hidden bandages— and after she’s found none? A sinking feeling makes itself known in the pit of her stomach.
Best to proceed with caution.
“…it’s Yura, isn’t it? What happened?”
[*You flinch and let out an audible gasp as she flings herself onto you. She seems so relieved… you have no idea why, though… or even why she bothered to seek you out.]
[*And then she asks you about Yura… and the anger starts to come back. Not to the point of violence, though… just a dull, transient anger, since its object is long gone.]
“I… I don’t wanna talk about it…”
[*You bet Yura’s already running around, sobbing to all her friends, telling anyone who will listen about how much of a scumbag you are… you’re not gonna stoop to her level and dump all your emotional crap on Rise.]
“B-But you can come in if you want…”
The answer is fairly obvious— or, at least, it would be if Mitsuo remembered anything about the Investigation Team’s fight with his Shadow. While Rise’s still not much of a fighter, Kanzeon is still an ever-present being in the back of her mind… and right now? She doesn’t need her Persona to know that he’s lying his pants off. Pushing the subject right away, though, isn’t the best way to deal with this particular situation. Instead, Rise nods in acceptance of his invitation to head inside.
“Yeah, we probably should… it’s starting to get dark, y’know?”
Allowing him to lead the way inside, the redhead takes a deep breath before beginning to talk about the subject… well, sort of. Getting to the heart of the matter slant is her goal, although she might not manage it.
“But yeah… as soon as I felt it, I came over. I even left my apron and kerchief in the middle of the shop floor, eheh.”
…felt what?
If Yosuke ever found out the situation between Yura and Mistuo…
Let’s just say he won’t be a happy camper…
((THERE ARE ALREADY TWO YOSUKES LINING UP TO KICK HIS ASS ACTUALLY))
(( Make that three if he ever gets involved. ))
((Meanwhile, only ONE PERSON is actually remembering that Mitsuo’s had a fucked-up childhood and has a skewed view of the world as an end result— not to mention how she’s literally feeling his pain.
Ah cripes, this is going to be amazing.))
(( WELL HE NEEDS SOME SUPPORT JUST AS SHE DOES XD SO GO GO, RISE! It’s wonderful to have a front row seat to this one… xD ))
((Oh yeah… she is probably gonna need all the back-up she can get, assuming that she just doesn’t tell some passerby to hold her earrings.))
(Well, Mitsuo’s not gonna make it easier on anybody, haha… he has a tendency to push away the people who try to help)
((As if Rise’s the kind to give up… if anything, she’s going to fight all the harder for him because of the numbers game, and because in some ways? He can’t really fight for himself, not when a lot of emotional matters are still shaky and unfamiliar in his hands.))
Relationship falling outs, huh…?
Not the most pleasant feeling around… not at all.
“…try being me.”
C’mere, Rise…
…and she doesn’t need to be told twice.
You know that I’ll always be here for you, right?
> and she’ll keep reminding her that
Whether we’re together or not… that’s one thing you can count on from me.
“Yeah, Yo-chan… I know.”
“…though, ah… this isn’t a prelude to a Dear Rise conversation, right?”
