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test drive meme v.

Time for another one of these, right in time for ATP this Saturday (FINALLY I TIMED THIS RIGHT)!

test drive meme!

Here's how it works!

➊ wanna play a character but don't have the time? or maybe you just want to test them out?
➋ well go for it! post them here like they're already in the game (text, voice, video or action), and have them talk to characters already in the big gay Garden! Be sure to put their name and fandom in the subject line, for those of us who don't know it.
➌ then app them because you know you want to. 8|

Please spread the word about this meme, and happy Wednesday!

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[Mitsuki's smile widens a bit at that display, and at the question, her head dips slightly so as to hide her blush.]

I've been fine. [Her hands knit together in her lap.] ...Better, now that you're here.

[Pretending not to notice that blush, inspects her fingernails, okok.

That surprises and pleases her. But then, she doesn't want it to please her. She's been warring with all this potential friendship, and losing. She shouldn't care what anyone thinks. That warm, comfortable feeling she gets around Mitsuki - it makes her panic, puts her walls up. She's lost too much, can't afford to let anyone in just to lose them as well. Even after all they've been through, Kotone can't just give up. She's too stubborn for that.

So she frowns.] Why? It's not like I'm gonna help you.

[Mitsuki is quiet again, turns her focus to the placid, clear water. She is used to responses like this, has had quite a while to adjust to Kotone's particular temperament. Even with this knowledge, however, her words still sting, on occasion.

She doesn't smile again, only dips her fingers in the water, puts up her own walls.] Maybe not. But it's still good to have you here.

[Kotone sighs, a low, quiet sound. It's not really that she won't help, it's more that she can't, and that is more frustrating to her than anything else. She spent most of her life feeling powerless, and when she became a Magical Hunter, she had promised herself she'd never feel that way again.

But now, here she is, taken from her city and dragged to a place where she can't do anything. It pisses her off. She almost turns and punches the boulder, just barely resists the urge. She has some responsibility, she supposes, to stay collected in front of her junior.] It's not too bad having you here either, I guess. At least I know you're not as incompetent as everyone else around.

[Her head lifts, briefly, but she does not speak right away. She recognizes Kotone's frustration, of course, but she has had a little longer to adjust, and is relaxed, at least on the surface.]

I'm happy not to disappoint. [There's a bite to those words, a barely noticeable annoyance.]

[In spite of all her disdain for others, her insistent pushing away of anything resembling friendship, Kotone knows how to read people. She can see the simmering irritation under Mitsuki's words, and knows, too, that she's responsible for them.

But she's fooled herself into believing that she doesn't care as a defense mechanism, fooled herself into believing that it's better that way. She doesn't react to Mitsuki's ire, simply kicks a stone into the water.] Good, you should be.

[Mitsuki is remarkably patient, usually too much for her own good, and so with some effort, she fights down the surge of annoyance. Resists the urge to tell Kotone to figure out the rest on her own.

However, she does at least slip into a stubborn, moody silence, and does not glance up to Kotone again. Her only small act of defiance will be to remain this way until one of them concedes.]

[They are at a standstill for long minutes. Kotone is acutely aware of her surroundings: the chirping of birds, the lapping of the water against the lakeshore, the rough edges of rock at her back. She is aware of Mitsuki, too, can feel the hurt rolling off her in waves. For a moment, she swears the temperature has lowered, but an experimental puff of breath yields no frosted air to prove it.

As patient as Mitsuki is, Kotone is equally stubborn. She will not apologize, for to do so would be to admit wrongdoing, to take responsibility for Mitsuki's feelings, and that is something she cannot do. She has closed herself off purposefully, has tried her best to push people away. If Mitsuki is hurt, it's her own fault for insisting on something Kotone can't give.

Still, the silence makes her uncomfortable in this strange place, and she is impatient. She can speak first, if she changes the subject, acts like their previous exchange never happened. A draw. Neither wins, and this she deems acceptable.

When she speaks, it is less its customary roughness; a small concession to Mitsuki's wounds.] How long have you been here?

[Her fingers curl, one by one, to tighten around the fabric of her skirt. She is accustomed enough to Kotone to know by now that she will not be receiving an apology, but she allows this change in subject. It isn't quite a victory, but it'll do.]

A week. I've had enough time to look through the archives here. [She loosens up a little, shifting into the safer topic of research and observation. These things are easier to discuss, than hurt feelings.] And the library. [Her cheeks color, and she keeps her focus on some space off into the distance.] It's very lacking in any viable information.

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