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Hello everyone! ＼（＾∀＾） I hope you've all settled in well!

My name's Minako Arisato. I've talked to a few of you already, but for everyone else, it's nice to meet you!

Now that things have calmed down a little I was wondering - how many of us were Persona-users before coming to Hinoto-ri? I think it might be good to meet and compare notes if we haven't yet, see what's the same and what's changed. And maybe we could also make a list of people with experience who can help with answering questions or training, or things like that! Just jumping into using a Persona can be pretty daunting...

For everyone else - what do you usually do for fun? Some of the things I like are music, volleyball, cooking... If we have enough people who like the same things, maybe we could even form a club! I wouldn't mind having someone to play volleyball with again. Or to go out to karaoke! (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

Anyway, that's all for now!

[added private text to Shinjiro]

Can I come over later?

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[ we are all rabbits before sister whirlwhind...

there is no escape

time delivers us all to the same end

...

it matters not who you are

minakat awaits you ]

[And better a rabbit than a dead little sister.

He'll attempt to stare her down, fighting to ensure that his expression remains completely impassive—though at the moment she's making that kind of difficult.]

Like I said, I ain't a nice guy.

[But if she's going to demand attention, he'll give her a few seconds to reconsider.

He can occasionally be polite.]

[ that is a terrible pun and you should be ashamed of yourself.

he also hopes Minako's gusty self pushed Minato down every slide she came across. ]

Not that I'm a big fan of it for relationships, but it's not so different, trying to find two people who are a good fit for each other.

[Her time to reconsider is long past. Months, even.

She stares back at him, fingers now wandering from his neck into his hair. If he's wearing the beanie, she'll end up pulling it off.]

You have enough moments.

[More than he'd admit. But it's not only the soft part of him she likes.]

Hmmm... =|a

50 thousand yen for every star you earn, plus it's fun I guess if you like that sort of thing? Stronger opponenets the higher you climb.

People like me shouldn't go that high because of the strong opponents; I'd get smooshed! \(￣□￣；)>

[A damn lie on both ends. She's strong and she enjoys the hell out of it. What are self esteem issues?]

You can also fight the top brass if you make it into the Shiro-Fuku ranks, the student council.

I see what you mean. For a good relationship your personalities need to be compatible... just like you and a Persona.

...Maybe it's just a different word for the same thing.

Oh... maybe.

[This is weiiiird.]

We liked all the music shops in the Scorpio district.

A few of them... [she's interested in this question herself. But it's kind of awkward to say directly.]

...Nothing less dangerous?

It's nice to meet you, Ruri-chan.

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well.

A very pretty blue peacock dress with a matching hat!

[He feels her fingers thread through his hair. It's distracting, but he still has the mind to shoot her a mildly accusing look when his beanie is spirited away. That's a bit of his soul she's stealing, you know. He'll be taking that back soon enough, when it isn't such of a damned bother to do so. He all ready has his hands full trying to handle the demanding girl that's in front of him.]

Since when [he says after a long moment, his grey eyes never quite leaving hers as the hand that's been around her waist drifts its way up her spine to the middle of her back] have those ever counted for anything?

[And then, as if it's just as automatic and simple as breathing, he does what he probably should have done a long time ago, and kisses her.]

[Minako freezes. She'd been planning to do this herself, of course - was about ten seconds away. But him taking the initiative away from her is enough to really make her breathless, for all ten of those preempted seconds.

And then her motor functions kick back in and she returns the kiss as though there'd never been a delay. Ten seconds, three months... it's all forgotten in the face of this present.

She may have dropped the beanie on the floor, though. She'll apologize later.]

It's a pity I missed that. I'd have loved a picture.

Did you get a picture???

Unfortunately not... I was a little too busy.

[There's a dizzying split-second when he wonders if he should have waited. If he had misread or misjudged, if he should have thought more than felt. Except you can't turn back time to relive a point even two minutes gone, but in a stretch of seconds—perhaps the same ten they're both aware of but not exactly counting—those doubts don't even matter anymore. He feels the sudden equality in warmth and pressure, and it makes it easier for him to give in more fully and let go.

Eventually, however, he breaks contact, slowly pulling away, giving his lungs a chance to breathe.]

See? [he says, as if those last few moments spent were the unquestionable proof of everything he's been trying to say.

That he's not a good guy.

And that, in a way, she has plenty of her own little moments, and maybe (maybe) she's not much better than he is. She's confusing, after all. Annoying, and a pain—the type of pain he's unsure of how to deal with, because there's no way to control it or her (and in the end he probably wouldn't want to).

That she's the type of idiot who would let a meal of his start to go cold, drops his things on the floor, and wastes time looking for old pocketwatches when she could have been spending it more productively elsewhere. And, in spite of everything that's happened, in spite of everything that's gone on that he hasn't been awake for back home, he's not angry, and he'll try to accept everything that will be once he opens his eyes and discovers he's living his old life again.

And that he loves her, against his own better judgment, despite knowing that he's not the type of man she should be okay with. He loves her even though he might not say it out loud, because such words don't come easily or naturally to him, and probably always will.

See?]

[Her mind is a little too distracted to immediately connect that single word with the previous conversation. But when she does, she knows her answer.]

I don't see.

Show me again?

[Because despite her love of talking... actions speak louder than words. And his communicate clearer than most.]

[His eyebrows lift, face reddening slightly despite his best efforts. Had he been the type, maybe he would have said something clever in response. Maybe he would have settled with ruffling her hair and ending with some inane, random comment about how she should pay more attention. But he's not.

All he can do, really, is give her an almost imperceptible shake of his head (because he doesn't understand her sometimes), allowing his lips to once again find hers.

Sure, he can do that.]

[That reaction makes everything worth it. She almost ruins the moment by laughing at his red cheeks. But, she manages to get under control, and even use some tongue this time.

When they break apart again she's a little flushed herself, and decides to compensate by ducking her head away and leaning in to his chest. She can feel his heartbeat. Just below where the last bullet had glanced away.]

...That was a little clearer.

[It's hard and no one understands. Fortunately, mechanics is his favorite topic on par with friendship, so it's good to bring it up to him.]

They're not here, are they?

[It may not be obvious from the text, but he'd like to meet someone he could discuss his passion with.]

You already know I was before coming here, Senpai.

[[ooc; wow, so much fail. I trolled this before, and didn't even read the contents. =_=]]

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