GENKI SILENT PROTAG. She'll probably strong-arm you into doing something ridiculous, and do so with the cutest smile on earth. She might also poke you with a naginata if you're a punk.
THE SASSY PROTAG. a phantom thief with a heart of gold. lives rebelliously and without regrets, though spends most of his time feigning a very unassuming persona. #nailedit
A true sunshine protagonist. Country bumpkin, slow on the uptake. Wants to be everyone's friend. Swordian Master of fire, incredibly hot-blooded. A GOOD BEAN. Please love him. He's my favorite and I am biased.
The original fabulous Tales science lady. Probably wants to dissect you pretty shamelessly. Loves and adores cute things. Inventor of the Swordians. Definitely the definition of Mad Scientist.
Cafe Leblanc, in Yongen. [he leans back in his chair, taking another sip of his drink. it's smooth, slightly bitter but hearty with flavor nonetheless. he can practically hear those charm notes chiming above his head] Swing by there sometime, and you'll see what I mean.
[and then he lapses into silence again, because her answer was so sincere he sort of wants to give one of his own?? but he can't steal her response, that's copyrighted?? also he's already slightly impressed with her pastry inhaling abilities]
[. . . his eventual answer is dry]
The subway system. If you aren't getting lost there at least three times a week, you're doing it wrong. [a beat] Just kidding; I just didn't want to sound like I was copying you.
[though honestly, she doesn't really even know where yongen is. she's not terribly familiar with tokyo aside from the big, well-known parts of the city.
it's fine. in any case?]
Trying to avoid your fate as a stalker and a copycat, is that it? [she's teasing.] I don't think I mind that one though, if your answer is sincere.
[if she were not STUCK IN 2009 she could totally use her phone's GPS]
[. . . also, he snorts into his coffee, very nearly spilling it. SMOOTH, KURUSU]
Didn't we already establish that I'm actually some kind of spy? [yes, that. that helps. WAVES A HAND. and as he puts his coffee back down, the humor fades] But-- yeah. It is.
[probably more than she could understand, at this point in time. more than he's willing to say!!]
Most people in Tokyo are as-- jerks. [he was totally about to say "assholes" there, but he's censoring himself because HE BARELY KNOWS HER. . .] But once you find the few that aren't, it gets easier.
Is that some kind of new slang for "asshole" that nobody told me about?
[okay, so it's not... usually in her vernacular. but she's got crude enough friends like shinji and junpei that keep it familiar to her ears. she's not bothered by it, and she doesn't seem to have a problem saying it, either.
...she'll get back to the topic at hand in a second here.]
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Cafe Leblanc, in Yongen. [he leans back in his chair, taking another sip of his drink. it's smooth, slightly bitter but hearty with flavor nonetheless. he can practically hear those charm notes chiming above his head] Swing by there sometime, and you'll see what I mean.
[and then he lapses into silence again, because her answer was so sincere he sort of wants to give one of his own?? but he can't steal her response, that's copyrighted?? also he's already slightly impressed with her pastry inhaling abilities]
[. . . his eventual answer is dry]
The subway system. If you aren't getting lost there at least three times a week, you're doing it wrong. [a beat] Just kidding; I just didn't want to sound like I was copying you.
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[though honestly, she doesn't really even know where yongen is. she's not terribly familiar with tokyo aside from the big, well-known parts of the city.
it's fine. in any case?]
Trying to avoid your fate as a stalker and a copycat, is that it? [she's teasing.] I don't think I mind that one though, if your answer is sincere.
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[. . . also, he snorts into his coffee, very nearly spilling it. SMOOTH, KURUSU]
Didn't we already establish that I'm actually some kind of spy? [yes, that. that helps. WAVES A HAND. and as he puts his coffee back down, the humor fades] But-- yeah. It is.
[probably more than she could understand, at this point in time. more than he's willing to say!!]
Most people in Tokyo are as-- jerks. [he was totally about to say "assholes" there, but he's censoring himself because HE BARELY KNOWS HER. . .] But once you find the few that aren't, it gets easier.
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Assjerks?
[why is she like this.]
Is that some kind of new slang for "asshole" that nobody told me about?
[okay, so it's not... usually in her vernacular. but she's got crude enough friends like shinji and junpei that keep it familiar to her ears. she's not bothered by it, and she doesn't seem to have a problem saying it, either.
...she'll get back to the topic at hand in a second here.]
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Yup. It's official Tokyo boy slang and everything. You haven't heard of it yet because you haven't read the manual.
[what manual. . .]
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[nailed it.]
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[his mouth twitches, but he's trying so hard to keep a straight face]
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Maybe I'll just disguise myself really well and see if I can snag one for myself, then.
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What would you disguise yourself as?
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[duh? pay attention, kurusu!]
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If you ever need pointers to perfect your cunning disguise, you have my number.
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[it's fine.]
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[wags his fingers at her]
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[and yet she seems thrilled? it's fine.]
Now I'll definitely get all of those insider secrets!
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[SHE DOES NOT NEED IT]
[he does not know this]
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[her life is definitely the furthest thing from boring.]
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[and also beating up shadows]
[and forging contracts with shady people on the edges of society]
[among other totally normal teenager things]
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[nailed it!
yeah, she's not really sure that's it, but she's popping the last pastry in her mouth anyway. yum.]
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[he huffs a laugh, head tilting to the side as he watches that last pastry disappear]
Is it good, by the way?
[his coffee's almost gone too, come to think of it]
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[whoops. she definitely came off as a bit of a piggy, huh? a sheepish laugh follows as she ruffles the loose hair in her ponytail a bit.]
I guess I was hungrier than I thought!
[no, her appetite is just always like this, akira.]
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Hey, that's fine. If it's good, why waste it?
[LIVE YOUR LIFE MINAKO, ENJOY YOUR PASTRIES]
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Right! It's okay if it looks weird, though. I'm pretty used to it.
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[not weird!!]
I'd call it impressive, actually. I only know one other person who can finish off a tray of pastries that fast by herself.
[bless Ann and her sweet tooth. also if this is impressive wait until he sees how much she can really eat]
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[even her other social links are often alarmed at her appetite, it's fine.]
I don't think most people would really call it impressive, though!
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[well now he's wondering how she'd fare against the Big Bang Burger challenge]
Most people probably can't recognize talent when they see it.
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