[SFW VERSION]
🌹 There's something wonderful in those who stare death in the face. Even in a world wracked by relentless calamity, flowers blossom between a sea of corpses, the shapeless crimson rivers marched over by mechanical instruments of mass...
[Note: Requests will be opening back up soon. I had a couple of people pose ideas on the last request page, but using my incompetent pea brain to its fullest potential, I deleted the part and thus, lost the ideas I couldn't take at the moment without thinking to just screenshot them. So... they're coming back.]
Requested by - @SkellyD3
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Blow off, will you?
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To be completely honest, you don't know how you ended up here.
Was it another trip to the bar that did you in? Did someone spike your drink this morning? You suppose you've got your head on straight, but there's still this gut feeling that what you're doing is so inconceivably bad, you might never hear the end of it.
A savory aroma rises to the air. Food, sweet treats, all come together in a sweet swirl to take your mind off of things. You lift a cup of ice cold water to your lips, take a small sip, forever staring at the wall beyond the person sitting in front of you. As if they aren't there. As if you didn't orchestrate this date night.
"Hey," she says, a bite in her tone. "You high or something?"
"Huh?" Come back, your mind tells you. Come back down to reality. Syuen's glaring at you again. "Sorry, what did you say?"
"God, you are, aren't you?" Syuen kicks back, lax in her seat. The farther back she is, the more it seems the black of the leather booth is trying to swallow her frame whole. "Look, buddy, you invited me here. At least try to make it seem like you did it on purpose."
"What?"
"Holy—" She balls her fists, her face scrunching up as it usually does when she's about to flip her lid. This time, for the first time in what seems like an eon, she calms. Cools her jets. Her hands unfurl and a short breath rolls out of her mouth like she's just trying to keep herself intact in the presence of the maid cafe's guests.
"What is it?" she asks. "Did you not get enough sleep last night? Or was I on the money? Someone give you a pocket full of drugs?"
"No?"
"Why else would you take me here?"
"Well..."
You avert your eyes. Truth is a hard pill to swallow. Especially when someone like Syuen is involved, the truth sounds more like a sin than a blatant lie ever could. You weren't expecting Syuen to agree to this in the first place. It was a thought, one of the many that surface at the back of your head late at night, and you're stuck wondering if your brain is even trustworthy past a certain hour of dark. Yet you went through with it.
All it took was a simple Bla message. A proposal to hang out when Syuen's least busy. She agreed immediately. One, maybe two, seconds. It was so quick, you felt a pang of shock jolt your heart, like the butterflies in your stomach had mutated into abominations and spread through every blood vessel in your body.
