will the real anime protagonist please stand up

[protagchan]

[ ah, it's sunny out...

you know, as i get older i realize the days just start to blur together. i can't really tell one day from the next 'cause it's all the same to me. i do the same things over and over again that everything i do has lost meaning to it.

i wake up, i eat breakfast, i go to school, come home from school, sit around and play some games while i do my homework, eat dinner somewhere along the way and i go to sleep.

and then it repeats, just like that, every day. and it's been like this for, what, i dunno -- half of my life? and then this is just going to keep on going for... however long i'm alive for. it's really boring, isn't it? living that kind of life.

which is why, right at this moment, i sigh heavily. before me stands perhaps the greatest obstacle of my day: a hill that i must climb in order to reach the school campus.

ugh, anything but this...

it's true, this route could easily be avoided -- if i wake up early enough, i could take the longer way around, or if i had a bicycle i could just bike my way up the hill, or if i had friends who lived in my neighborhood, they could walk up with me and it wouldn't be so boring.

except it's all too much trouble and i'd rather not waste my time. it's going to be more work to figure out an alternative. best not to prolong the inevitable, either -- i'm going to have to climb this hill for the next two years of my life anyway.

it's way too early for this.

i take my first step -- left foot first -- and just as my foot is about to hit the ground, my right foot just about to push off to take the next step, something odd happens. it takes me by surprise and i stumble, losing my balance after not even one single step and i fall to the ground, my ass meeting the pavement that i would have been treading along had things... gone to plan, i guess.

something rustles from the bushes to my right, and within a moment's notice something i've never seen before comes out from it. a dark puddle or blob or something moves to the left, a little, then to the right. it stops, moves forward and then moves back... and looks right at me.

-- panic settles in --

what the hell is going on right now? why is it looking at me? shit --

why is this happening to me? ]

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[quasimediocre]

[I sigh as I walk down the hill, hands stuffed into my pockets. I understand a lot of things - that we aren't exactly a huge operation, we're based out of a shitty apartment... or, rather, we aren't a huge subdivision. Apparently they put the big boys in Tokyo.

Why aren't I in Tokyo, again? Demons are attracted to populated areas. Hell, the gate's in Tokyo. I should be on the frontlines, not out in the boonies. Hmph. But the major's all 'we need you,' 'you're the only one here who could stand a chance against a stronger demon.' It's nice to hear, I guess, but couldn't they get a veteran from Tokyo? Then they could help teach the newbies.

Geez. It doesn't help that Dr. Blackman feels the need to tack on 'and that's really sad,' like she's a master of wit. Asshole.

Anyway, right, the walk down the hill. I get that we need groceries, because we aren't a big enough operation to have, like, supply trucks, but come on. Why her? I was gonna relax after all the trouble lately. Maybe the major's still mad at me for playing hero.

Which is another thing. I saved the day, didn't I? Yeah, Kurosawa made a good pinch-hit, I guess, but I still saved the day. McLeod'd be dead as shit if it weren't for me. RIP in peace and all that.

... Then again, Kojima did kinda have a point about me starting the fight in the first place.]

... Maybe I can buy Savage those cookies she likes, or something. She did kinda pull my ass out of the fryer. Her and Kurosawa, anyway.

[I still don't get how Kurosawa could do that. I mean, me running in makes sense, I can actually fight, but all Kurosawa's got is healing. Barely. He can patch up scrapes. How the hell did he expect to do anything?

Suddenly I hear a thump to the left, down the hill - I glance down and... hey... heeeyyy... hey!

This is my moment!]

Yo! [I start jogging, but I don't think the blobby dude's noticed me - hey, there's a bike - so I grab that.]

Hey, guy in a skirt! [It does kinda look like a guy in a skirt, right? This is the 21st century. I should be accepting.] Get down! [Anyway, I toss the bike at blobbymcslime. He sorta shifts as it hits him, then kinda... swallows... it...

Huh. Going by his beady little eyes, bikes are delicious. Also now he's bigger. Fuck. I slide to a stop at the crossdressing dude's side, jacket flaring behind me. Hope I look cool.]

Don't worry, I got this! You okay?

[protagchan]

S-Stay back!

[ right, because a freakin' blob of black goo and slime is going to listen to me. right. good idea, shiro, good idea.

but no, really, this blob of maybe-the-school's-mystery-meat-gone-bad is getting closer now that it's seen me and all i can do is try to kick it away from me and crawl back. it's kinda like being trapped in a corner, the way things are working out, but without the corner.

jesus christ, i can't be the only one who sees this, right?

i look around and... fuck, no one's around.

you've got to be kidding me! ]

...H-Hey! Hey, is anyone out here?! Helloooooo?!

[ even if i yell louder, no one's going to hear me. i'm pretty sure no one else takes this hill to get to anywhere else in tokyo.

i really should find an alternative.

while i move back, there's something that stops me for a moment -- my foot stops where it is and i turn my header over my shoulder. that blob's got a hold of my shoe! kicking him off doesn't seem to be working, but then --

for some reason the blob lets go of my shoe and i scramble to my feet, finally, to run another few meters. looking back, i can see that the blob just became a giant blob.

well fuck me sideways. how the hell did that happen?

but before i can actually, verbally, ask what's going on, a voice pipes in and suddenly it all kind of falls into place.

that blob got a hold of my shoe, some passerbyer -- thank whatever god is watching over me right now -- did something (i'm pretty sure i saw a bike mixed into this somehow) and now the blob grew. into a superblob. the blob evolved into a superblob and now it looks like it's ready to pounce.

-- wait, wait, wait. ]

Guy in a skirt? [ obviously it has to be me -- there's no one else here. wow, isn't this hero a little rude? jesus, you'd think these hero types are all considerate and polite, but nope -- just like in the animes they have to run their mouths and say stupid stuff like that.

i kind of blanch at this wannabe-hero when they come over. okay, you call me a guy in a skirt but what the hell are you? i can't say heads or tails about your gender here, pal, this is going to be some tough shit if i can't even get an idea as to what pronouns to call you with ]

I'm okay, but what the hell is that?

[quasimediocre]

[After... everything, I lead buddy up to my room. It's not that big of a room - it's got room for a bed, my TV, some consoles, and a shelf. My PSP and 3DS are sitting around... somewhere, but the important thing for now is the TV. Or rather, what we're gonna be watching on that TV.

Therefore, I go over to my shelf and crouch down - completely ignoring the various figures. For the sake of comedic effect, let's do a headcount - Gurren Lagann, OUR VERY OWN KING OF BRAVES, GAOGAIGAR, Alteisen, Gredinzer, Blade Liger, Big O, Char's Zaku II, so on and so forth - about twenty five mecha in all, and...

my shrine to Azusa Nakano.

Don't judge me. I'm allowed to have a waifu. I even has a keychain of her on my phone, see?

... And porny dakimakura stashed in my closet. Don't judge me. Sometimes a girl feels lonely.]

You said you were up for watching Gundam, right? I have otome stuff around, you just gotta watch the gundam compilation stuff with me.

[protagchan]

I can't believe we're actually doing this --

[ ... somehow, being in this room really is... it's kind of unnerving. i take a glance around and -- holy shit, there's a. there's a lot of figmas in here, jeez. kyoko-kun really wasn't lying about being an otaku, huh?

i make my way over to her side, keeping my eyes either down at the ground or just right at kyoko. just. if i don't look like at all five billion figmas in this room, it won't feel like they're watching me, right?

... the drastic change of mecha figmas to... some pigtailed girl is kind of. that's kinda surprising. i just stare blankly at it ]

I'm judging you right now. Is that okay?

[iwanthamburger]

[Aki's room, in contrast to the movie we are shamelessly cribbing from, is a mess. Scattered soda cans, a few fastfood wrappers, a laptop resting on the floor.

Also her clothes are scattered everywhere too. Socks, shirts, underwear, pants, skirts, bras, just about everything. The alarm clock on the floor goes off. Aki rolls over, falls completely off the bed, presses it with her foot, then curls up and sleeps on the floor for another thirty minutes.

This time her body's internal alarm clock wakes her up. She grumps and stands up, works the crinks out of her back with her fist.]

Mm, what time is it...

[12:03.]

Lunch time... [She stretches, adjusts the waistband of her panties, and walks over to the fridge. Oh, frozen lunches. Sure. She likes the chicken nuggets, even though (or maybe because) they're rubbery as hell.

Once she gets one of those in the microwave, she stretches a little more, heads over to the bathroom and washes her face. She can take a proper shower later, when she's actually awake. Curse having AB blood.

She scratches at her stomach, glances over at the door.]

... 12:11. [It's not like she has a set time. She's come as early as 9 and as late as 6. She just likes guessing.

She walks over to the floor, rifles through the clothes - here's a bra, here's a shirt, here's a pair of jeans. She hooks the bra into place, when...

Knock, knock.]

Coming. [Aki's just going to. Answer the door in her underwear. She knows exactly who it is, anyway - her knocks have a certain pattern to them, a brief pause between them that speaks to a bit of nervousness. Or maybe Aki's just playing psychologist. The pause is definitely there, too.]

Morning. [Aki in her underwear.] Come in. [Ting!]

Lunch is ready. Can you stomach those frozen meals?

[herosfriend]

Aki-chan...

[ Being greeted by a girl in her underwear? Probably every guy's dream.

For Ayase, it's just. She sighs heavily, laughs very quietly ]

Lively as ever, aren't you? [ She steps inside, a plastic bag in hand. Looks like she must've gone to the convenience store or something.

There's a ribbon in her hair. It's a ribbon Aki gave her. ]

You're eating a frozen meal? [ And Ayase knows that Aki... pretty much eats junk food. Just junk food. ] Do you want me to cook something for you?

[ She. is doing as much staring at Aki's body as she is talking to her. It's not a secret that Ayase loves her, but it's not a secret that things are simply unspoken of between the two of them. ]

[herosfriend]

[ It hurts.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts ]

A...Aki...-cha...

[ Her hand clutches her head, locks of hair being pulled at by her own fingers. Her eyes are red. There's blood dripping from her mouth but it's not because she's hurt.

It's because she's drank someone's blood just now.

She lets out a cry, painful and full of suffering and her arms wrap around herself. She restrains herself from moving any further forward. She can't. She mustn't.

Aki is there. Aki is in front of her ]

A-Aki! Aki-chan! [ Her yelling and screaming must be the most despair-induced things today. ]

[iwanthamburger]

[Murders.

Bloodsucking.

A cackling madman.

... Ayase.]

Ayase, please... [Aki frowns, she has a revolver in her hand, but it's held limply at her side.]

Just calm down. Deep breaths, okay? No matter what you did, I promise, I'm not here to hurt you... I'd never do something like that. Whatever happened wasn't your fault.

[... Aki glances at the other person in the alley.

They aren't moving.]

That girl... you didn't drain everything from her, right? Tell me you didn't.

[quasimediocre]

[Fuck.

I thrust my hips forward again, feel my pusst grind right up against the end of the pillow, that little knot at the corner. Fuck. That's the best part of the pillow.

I hadn't - I really hadn't meant to masturbate, you know? I was gonna look at some fanart and then get some dinner. Not porny fanart. Normal fanart. There'd been porny fanart anyway, and then.

Fuck. I'd wanted to see robots, not tits, but I got tits anyway and they were really hot tits. Does that even make sense? Iunno. It's hard to sound cool in my own monologue when I'm mashing my clit up against a pillow.

I feel myself stiffen a little, feel that pressure building up some more, think it's finally that release I've been hunting down for the past thirty minutes but no, it's just more tension. My body feels like a spring that someone's pushing down on. It'll be amazing when it finally uncoils.

If, it ever uncoils. I thrust my hips desperately against the corner once more, bring my finger up to my lips and bite down on it to hold back the moan I make. My body's hot. I should have taken off some of my clothes, at least my shirt, but I don't want to distract myself for a second. The only thing I even managed to get off in that flurry of motion was my pants - even my damn panties are still on. Soaked through, but still on.

I whine at what feels like the thirtieth thrust in half as many seconds, reach up and start roughing up one of my breasts through my shirt. Squeezing, pinching, whatever. It hurts and doesn't do much for me, my breasts have never done much for me, but I'm fucking desperate here.

I need to come, dammit...]

[protagchan]

Oiiiii...

[ Okay, so maybe I've been going over to that idiot's house a little more often lately, but it isn't really my fault right? She let me borrow a bunch of dvds of the mecha anime she's always trying to get me into and I watched them all.

I watched them all a few times. I'm. I'm not afraid to say that.

They weren't really interesting but what kept me watching them (and rewatching them a few times) was the fact that Kyouko really... cribs off a lot of these series. A lot. It's almost like the main hero was in front of me in real life, saying the things they're always saying.

Her jacket's on my body -- she let me have it after that first time we met, and while I never quite understood why she gave it to me at all, it somehow makes me feel better at night. Sometimes I winded up sleeping with it on because I forgot to take it off, but I'm never fretting over that small bad habit of mine. I like wearing it. It's big on me, but it's comfy.

It smells like Kyouko too.

What also smells like her is her place. Jeez, there could really be some more lights in here.

She's given me a key at some point so I don't bother to knock on the door, and walk in. There's food left out on the counter -- maybe she got distracted cooking dinner? I guess it's kinda pretty late, but it's not that late... Jeez, maybe she lost her appetite or something, who knows. She should at least put away that food first. ]

Kyouko? Idiot? I'm coming in.

[ Her door's closed, but announcing myself should give enough warning for her. When it opens and I step in, I'm not really sure how to say what I saw.

Kyouko's sitting on her bed, over her Azu-nyan pillow and her face is plushed. Her hand's on her boob and she's. She's doing something. She's making noises and oh god, I'm pretty sure those noises are -- ]

... K-Kyouko?

halloween deito, no first person because im lazy

[quasimediocre]

[Kyouko twirls the knife in her hand and. Keeps cutting.

She's got a lot of ideas on how to use these pumpkins - Pies, cakes, rolls, waffles, and that's not even getting into the sweets and shit.

Twirl. She can cook up some other stuff to go with it, too, something hearty. Not Tofu. Hm. What goes good with pie... maybe just some fruits? Apples, maybe. Yeah, some apples would work. Maybe with some hot chocolate for dipping them in.

Kyouko glances over at the first batch of pie - maybe six minutes to go - and then grabs some apples out of the dish on her counter. She has a dish of apples sitting out, always, and she keeps it well-stocking, though sometimes she runs out of apples and she has to substitute the grapes from her fridge. Today isn't one of those days.

The apples get peeled and sliced, and then she hears a ring at the door.]

Yo! C'mon, you have a key, just let yourself in! [Kyouko calls out before huffing and adjusting her apron. Don't waste her time, Shiro, geez.]

[protagchan]

Just open the door, it's cold out here.

[ She walks in shivering -- it was fine, in between summer-fall weather for all of September and of course, once October rolls by it's cold as fuck.

Shiro sighs exasperatedly. ]

Jesus, you'd think the weather wouldn't change so drastically in this part of Japan.

... What're you making? [ Sniff, sniff ] It smells good in here.

... You look good in that apron, too.

post-sex-snuggling, first person because that's hot

[quasimediocre]

[I slam my hips down again, thrust into her for what feels like the millionth time tonight. The strap-on's a bit small, by my estimation, especially with how loose I know Shiro is, but... holy shit, it's getting work done.

I feel myself shake a little, even though Shiro isn't touching me at all, really, she's just sort of laying there by this point, and for a second I think maybe she's passed out. No. She moves a little as I do, weakly tries to keep her arms... around me.

... Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Shit, I was pretty rough for the past... hour? and a half? And another half? Shit. Shiro likes a little roughness, sure, but this is. Shit.

I pull out of her with a wet noise, carelessly move the bottom of her school swimsuit back into place. She, uh. Still had that on. After a bit of swimming I got really turned on so we headed back to my place and. Yeah.

We'd gotten right down to it. I hesitate, then lean in, press my lips to hers and pat her on the head.]

I. Sorry. [I meekly apologize, not sure what else to say. What do you say after you fuck your girlfriend for two hours straight, and hard, exactly?]

... Did I scare you? I got, kinda carried away, huh...

finally

[protagchan]

K-Kyo--

[ I can't even manage to get her name out. That's how breathless I am. That's how breathless Kyouko makes me.

My arms are around her, but it's a weak grip. We've been at this for - I don't even know how long at this rate, it feels like it went on for hours.

I let out a puff of breath, moan - I feel like my voice isn't as loud as it used to be, especially when we started, but even I'm not sure of that at this point - and I mumble her name over and over again.

Nothing is on my mind but Kyouko.

I feel empty, between my legs it feels like there's room for... a lot. I don't know how to describe it.

I feel loose, and empty, and so spread out...

I hold onto her as much as I can, with the small bit of arm strength I have left. I'm kinda weak - doing this for... so long and not having stopped since is really tiring. ]

You... You're fine. [ My voice is quiet, I know that for sure now. ] M'really tired, I didn't mean to... have us stop like this. [ I kind of tug on her to come closer, so that she's laying on me. I need something to hug. ]

[giftedly]

[ School let out for fall break today! Tomorrow, I won't have any school - and I won't have any school for the next two weeks, really! It's great, Japanese school holidays are so much better than what I hear Americans have.

I'm at the main entrance, putting away my indoor shoes to put on my outdoor shoes when I see a crowd outside.

Ahh, it must be that time again, huh... ]

It must be nice to know so many people...

[ In the distance, Ruri Megumi from the class next door is surrounded by the school populace. As usual. There's always people around her, because she's one of those really popular types of girls.

It must be nice to always have the spotlight on you, but at the same time, isn't it a bit suffocating? Hm.

After putting my outdoor shoes on, I wave goodbye to some of the girls from my class and head out, slowly passing the group surrounding Ruri Megumi.

We used to be in the same class last year, in our first year. We weren't all that close - she just kind of used me to get notes and stuff. We didn't talk much other than casual greetings and goodbyes. Well, I was never expecting much really...

I stand at the back of the group, standing on the tips of my toes to see if I can get a glimpse of her. Everyone around me is asking if she's free tomorrow or during any of the fall break.

Is it just me, or does Ruri Megumi look a bit uneasy about this crowd right now?

... Hm. ]

Um, excuse me! [ I don't know what I'm doing, but after making some sort of sound decision in my head I become determined to break through this crowd. I squeeze through the girls who are trying to get close to Ruri, and after some time of budging through them all, I...

grab her hand. ]

Sorry everyone! Megumi-san and I have some stuff to take care of! See you guys in two weeks!

[ And then I run. ]

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[numberonegirl]

[Ruri Megumi didn't used to be this popular.

Sure, she was at a school for gifted students - and she was a math whiz, even if she lagged in other areas - but then her father got into money. A lot of money. A ton of money.

And now suddenly she was popular. She enjoyed the attention, the kind of thing she never could have gotten as 'the kinda-sorta cute girl who's good at math and sucks at everything else.'

But she somehow felt even more alone. What few friends she had had abandoned her or gotten weirdly attached, and her new friends... well, they couldn't have made what they wanted more obvious if it was written on their foreheads.

But she didn't want to blow them off. She wanted to have friends! She was never any good at expressing herself, and now people were lining up to talk to her!

But... they all just want to go shopping with her so they can do 'it,' right? She knows the routine. 'Could you lend me a bit of money, Megumi-san? This dress is so cute!'

Then they never return her calls.]

Uhm, well, I - [She feels a hand taking hers, all of a sudden, a voice she vaguely recognizes.

And suddenly she's being rescued.]

... Ah, am I being whisked away!? Is this a maiden's romance!? Some brave young man in shining armor come to pull me out of the fire and into his embrace!?

[numberonegirl]

... Wait, right, this is an all-girls school.

[They're a little ways away from everyone now, in the hall.

She snatches her hand out of Izumi's before she can really think about it.]

Uhm, do I know you...? [She looks familiar.



1.) What was that about knightly romance?

2.) You probably remember my notes. They're the only reason you got to 2nd year.

3.) It's me, Kajiwara Izumi-san! Remember?

4.) Why should going to an all girls-school stop you?]

[quasimediocre]

[I can tell Shiro feels out of place. Not that I can blame her. Shit, this is where I grew up, and I feel out of place.

It's a pretty big estate, with ponds and lots of 'yard' space. The house itself is a throw back. The kitchen and the bathroom are the only modern parts of the house - there's a TV in the sitting room, but it's basically only used for the news. I guess maybe Chono-san (I wish, somehow, I could have remained Kyouko Cross - I have that guy's last name, but I've barely had five conversations with him) might watch sports sometimes. He seems like the sort of guy who'd do that.

Not that he's around to ask.

Besides that, the only other modern conveniences are in my room, and I put those in myself - mom complained a little, but she believed me when I said I was just going to use the computer to keep up on school work and stay in touch with my friends when I was here.

Not that I go to school. Buuut she doesn't need to know that part.

I sigh and flop down onto the floor of my room - as stiff and unforgiving as ever - stretch a little. I'm kind of running this kimono ragged, but shit, it's not like I wear it anywhere besides here.]

Sorry about my mom. She says it's 'tradition,' but sometimes I feel like she just likes teasing me.

[Mom had... been pretty nice to Shiro. 'It's nice to see Kyouko making friends with such a polite young lady.' 'Ah, would you like some dango, Sawa-san?' 'Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Sawa-san. She can be ill-mannered, inconsiderate, and brash, but she means well.' 'More dango, Sawa-san?'

The dango thing got asked a lot. I'd reached into Shiro's plate of them and got my hand swatted away by Mom, once. 'Ask for your own plate.' 'Moooom, can I have some dangoooo?' 'No.'

Geez.]

Okay, thinking about it, she definitely likes teasing me.

You can, uh, loosen your tie, if you catch my drift. We're the only ones here.

[protagchan]

You think?

[ Kimonos are weird.

They're not much different than yukata - and I can wear those just fine! I wear them every time during the festivals in the summer and for the trips to the shrines on New Years - but somehow wearing a kimono is a different experience?

I guess that goes to show the importance of dress when taking in consideration of the situation.

Right now, we're at Kyouko's mom's place. As in, this huge ass old-fashioned Japanese mansion is hers. Kinda. Her family's, really.

I sit down - which is way too hard to do in these things - and fold my knees under myself. Sitting properly in a kimono is not an easy task.

How the hell does her mom wear these all the time? ]

Can I really? [ I probably almost sound too excited about being able to loosen the tie. Actually, this stupid sash around my middle is why everything is so hard.

I loosen it, enough so that the kimono is a little easier to breath in. God, there really wasn't any breathing room in that thing. ]

Your mom was. Kinda nice, you know. [ I feel like I don't want to eat dango for ten years, if I'm honest. ] She's not as bad as I thought she'd be?

Your sister, too. [ I move to sit next to her, the kimono rustling as I sit back down. I lean against her. ] She really does look like you - the way your eyes are so similar to each other is actually pretty cool.

Momo-chan, right? I think I like her, don't think she likes me though.

[protagchan]

What the fuck was that ending.

[ I'm spending the night at Kyouko's - lately, these days, it seems like I'm always spending a night or two with her - and we decided to marathon some anime after we ate dinner.

Of course, she chose something mecha. She showed me Code Geass. We finished up the end of the series and I can't really wrap my mind around it.

I'm on my front, my arms holding onto the pillow. Dammit, I don't want to admit that I totally teared up at the ending, and I don't want Kyouko to see so I bury my face against the pillow. ]

What the fuck was that ending. I hate it. [ But really, I loved it. A lot. The mecha stuff wasn't really predominant in this series but it still served a purpose in the overall plot. The characters were all really great and...

Shit. ]

God dammit Lelouch that was your master plan all along... [ I bury my face against the pillow some more. ]

[quasimediocre]

It was really great, wasn't it!

[I'm sparkling. I'm sparkling.

I'm just really glad Shiro really loved this show - it's not one of my favorite favorites, but it's a fun show with a lot of neat twists.]

Ah, but I don't think it was his plan 'all along!' I think it was something he only thought of after what he did to Euphemia. Sort of a 'never look back.' thing.

Ah, but it was great, wasn't it? There's not a lot of mecha like it! Well, there are bits and pieces - the mechs are a little VOTOMS, the designs a little Wing, and Kallen is like Ryoma's long-lost daughter - but the focus on scheming and stuff is pretty unique! It's really cool.

Ah, who was your favorite character?

[quasimediocre]

[Kyouko's holding Shiro's hand.

It's such a simple thing, but Kyouko can feel herself getting all... would fluffy be a good way? Yes. Fluffy. She runs her thumb across the band of Shiro's wedding ring, has to fight to keep herself from just smiling like a dope.

The sun's starting to set, and it sure looks nice as it reflects off the surface of the water, but - all she can focus on is Shiro.

After a moment she leans over, kisses her wife (such a weird word, even after a good few months) on the cheek.]

Hey, you wanna sit down a second? We've been walking for a good while. My feet're killing me. [And Shiro's pregnant - but she wants to give her a decent excuse to say 'yes'. She doesn't want Shiro to feel like a burden, or anything.]

I blame that food. It was good, but it kinda sits heavy in your stomach, right?

[protagchan]

[ She's been more and more vocal about going on dates with Kyouko. She doesn't know what's gotten into her, but Shiro's been feeling overwhelmingly romantic. It's not a bad thing if she wants to spend some quality time with her wife, right?

Her hand grasps Kyouko's tightly, fingers clutching onto hers dearly. She smiles into the kiss ]

You'd think I'd be the one who was tired already. [ Well, actually, she is but she's way too stubborn to admit that. ]

But it's your fault, you ate a lot. I told you to only order one entree and you went for two.

[quasimediocre]

You okay there, babe?

[It's hot. Really hot. Ungodly hot, actually, considering how early in the year it is. It's not even technically out of winter yet, is it? Kyouko isn't sure.

The point is it's so hot that they'd just sorta tossed all their clothes and cuddled up on the couch. The A/C is on high, but the same can't be said of the A/C's price. It's not exactly doing much.

Well, it's gotten better now that it's night-time, and the movie distracted from that, but now the movie's over and now Shiro's... resting her head on Kyouko's shoulder.

... Kyouko huffs and prods her on the head a little.]

You seem kinda zoned out. Heat make you tired? I swear I caught you drifting off a couple of times.

Or maybe it's all the ice cream that's making you sleep.

[protagchan]

M'fine!

[ When Kyouko nudges her head, Shiro kind of. She sits right up, alert and rubbing at her eyes and looking at Kyouko like she's dying. ]

Uh. I'm fine. Totally. [ Shiro laughs a little, then just settles back onto the couch, curled up next to her girlfriend. She yawns, but realizes that she did and then pretends she didn't just express some sort of exhaustion. ]

So, uh. How about that movie? [ Shh. She totally didn't sleep through most of it ]

[quasimediocre]

[Kyouko shifts in bed, crosses her legs, scratches at her hair.

Hey, Shiro. Did you forget your phone when you went out? You're always doing silly stuff like that.

... Wait, I didn't mean it like-

Okay, the first attempt hadn't gone so well.

Sorry about that last one. Let me try again. Uhm........

She probably needed to plan these out before calling. Maybe write it down.

Shiro, I -

What's that? No, no, Kojima, I'm not calling anybody important! Look, can you just - gimme that, would you?

For the record, that one was totally Kojima's fault. Stupid tall idiot stealing her hat.

Shiro, I love you, and I'm sorry if I said anything that hurt you. Could you please pick up? I miss you.

... Alright! I think I nailed it! Wait, it's still goi-

That one was definitely her own fault, though. After about two minutes of burying her head in her pillows in shame, Kyouko gathered up the nerve to try again, speed-dialing Shiro's number. Waiting for the now familiar voice mall clip, she began to speak as soon as she heard noise.]

Shiro, sorry about that last one. I know I'm...

[She trails off as soon as she realizes she didn't get the answering machine, though. There's an awkward silence, and then - ]

... Are you there? I can hear you breathing, you know.

[protagchan]

[ In the past week, Kyouko has called her at least 50 times.

In the past day, Kyouko has called her at least 20 times out of that 50.

In the past hour? 5 times.

Shiro finally decides to pick it up, shuffling around in her hoodie pocket for her phone. She crosses her legs on the bed, tosses her PSP aside (some dumb otome game she picked up the other day while browsing the game shop... by herself) and just... takes in Kyouko's voice. ]

...

[ What's with this girl? Seriously, all of these voice mails that she leaves...

Frankly, Shiro can't help but chuckle. ]

God, what the hell are you doing? [ Through her chuckling, Shiro smiles faintly and curls up a bit. ] No one said you could be such a dork.