Could these sparkles surrounding Susato mean... I'm in love?
( nc )
She's just so... gallant... and dashing...
Could these sparkles surrounding Susato mean... I'm in love?
( nc )
She's just so... gallant... and dashing...
... If I recall, you had been celebrating Morgan Mondays ever since we met, Adonai.
Adonai, to celebrate 4/13 Morgan Monday, I drew you as a Homestuck Troll. Would you like to see?
4/13 has fallen on a Morgan Monday this year...
...The last time I saw him, he was alive.
He smiled, and he told me he would see me soon.
...Now he is dead. Something is gone.
And I can't find the difference.
...If it were up to me, you'd get points for trying.
Trying to be... something more.
Trying to be something at all.
Or anything other than what you are.
- Surely everyone enjoys being paid attention, no? It's flattering.
- Not everyone takes to being complimented.
- ...I see. So you respond more to being challenged?
- What do you think?
- ...Perhaps not.
There are so many unspoken rules that can't be taught, only learned, and...
I often struggle to grasp them.
I'm trying to... look harder...
But I think I might just... not be capable of it.
And I wonder why...
Why I was created to not be capable.
I cannot open this door.
Is it human to be waiting?
- ...Ah. I just remembered.
Do you think the Adjutant assigned to this particular case—
- Obviously, it's gonna be me. Obviously.
I mean that's a gimme, EASY.
- (...How?)
Could I try?
Could changing leave me gratified?
Even if it's not
What you wanted for my afterlife
Baby steps today, literally.
I'll never put one foot in front of the other the same again.
Everything's an achievement, all of a sudden.
Seeing her struggle. Seeing her vulnerable.
It's like everything's a miracle.
I haven't asked.
... If I did, she would probably say something about the historical misuse of electroconvulsive therapy to get me to drop the topic.
. . . 💧
I- I meant, um... Adonai is just frustrated by how difficult it seems to be to win a trial you prosecute. She's just joking.
... Um.
It's just an automated telemarketer text. Nothing important.
- Hey!
I said I finally got the windows lined up right in the ARCS!
- You didn't say that.
At least, not aloud.
- Thank you for always listening, Serra.
But I said it just now, so whatever—
A POV of Serra getting texts from Morgan while standing across from Emma. The texts read "hi" "kill her" "kill her the girl across from u" "kill her now"
. . . 💧
Baby steps today, literally.
I'll never put one foot in front of the other the same again.
Everything's an achievement, all of a sudden.
Seeing her struggle. Seeing her vulnerable.
It's like everything's a miracle.
- Surely everyone enjoys being paid attention, no? It's flattering.
- Not everyone takes to being complimented.
- ...I see. So you respond more to being challenged?
- What do you think?
- ...Perhaps not.
- The katana?
- Yoru.
- Yoru.
- Its name is Yoru.
- We get it.
... It's not as if I'm sick. I'm in perfect condition.
I don't believe traditional medicine would do anything for me...
- ...Forget it. You all can go to hell, for all I care.
- ...
- ...Oh, for... No, not you!
Absolutely.
( Totally just entertaining her. )
( Eyes lighting up. )
You think so? ...If she were here, I'm sure she would object rather vehemently.
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