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the end of an era ( closed )
[ Diving back into the Neo World Program after it had gotten deleted was probably not a good idea. While everything had been refreshed now, picking up from whatever backup save data it did have, it felt... incomplete. Areas would glitch or simply not exist, the sky would be perpetually dark and gloomy, as if stormy skies were ahead, things like that. It reeked of constant despair and whoever thought about going back in should probably think twice before heading into the depths of the island. . . except that wasn't an option if you wanted to grab the person who could only exist here.
Which probably was the case, ultimately.
It might take a while to find her; she doesn't seem to be in her room, nor is she playing a game in the restaurant lobby, either.
If he takes the effort, he'll eventually find her at the beach, staring at the depths of the dark ocean with a vacant expression, almost absentmindedly. But there's also something different about her, and it's apparent at a single glance. While it's obvious who it is by looking at the locks of pale hair that sit at her shoulders, the kitty backpack that usually rested there isn't there. In fact, the gamer girl doesn't seem to be wearing much, if anything at all; barely clothed in what seems to be a completely black, strapless bikini. Even her hairpin has tainted, the white turning into a dark black -- kind of like how the ship would look if captured during Space Invaders.
In her hands, as if it were normal, is a video game console, a Playstation Vita if one were to be more precise. It's hard to tell what game in particular she's playing, but she seems to be rather absorbed in it; very much so.
Investigate? ]
Which probably was the case, ultimately.
It might take a while to find her; she doesn't seem to be in her room, nor is she playing a game in the restaurant lobby, either.
If he takes the effort, he'll eventually find her at the beach, staring at the depths of the dark ocean with a vacant expression, almost absentmindedly. But there's also something different about her, and it's apparent at a single glance. While it's obvious who it is by looking at the locks of pale hair that sit at her shoulders, the kitty backpack that usually rested there isn't there. In fact, the gamer girl doesn't seem to be wearing much, if anything at all; barely clothed in what seems to be a completely black, strapless bikini. Even her hairpin has tainted, the white turning into a dark black -- kind of like how the ship would look if captured during Space Invaders.
In her hands, as if it were normal, is a video game console, a Playstation Vita if one were to be more precise. It's hard to tell what game in particular she's playing, but she seems to be rather absorbed in it; very much so.
Investigate? ]
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[He might actually be able to forgive Komaeda for what he'd done. Maybe. The wolf part of him plainly claims all of his friends as his. His to protect and guide. He'd deal with that instinct later. She's warm and soft against him. Right now that's all that matters.
The flush on his face gets worse now that he really thinks about what they're doing.] ...I don't know how to do this without hurting you, Ch-Nanami.
[He wants to call her by her first name. But that's not something he can do. Not right now.] I heard the first time always hurts.
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I'm not like you guys, so it won't hurt. And I wonder... since you really want it, would it make you feel better if I called you Hajime? Would it make you feel more important?
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[He lets it happen, his eyes burn gold again as the growl in his voice grows deeper. Most people would start running by now.]
I care about you and you care about me. Talent never mattered to you, remember? We just were! Now you keep talking Junko's line of crap and slapping a werewolf on the nose like that's a bright idea! I'll never hurt you, or use you, or treat you like a reward - no matter how deep you twist the knife in me!
Because I care about you! I don't care if you're different. You're Nanami Chiaki to me. My friend, and I will bring you home.
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[ She sighs, just looking away from him, deflating. Even if most people would have ran, Nanami isn't most people, now is she? ]
I really don't get it. I don't understand it at all. No matter how much you say it, I won't believe you. Not unless you prove it to me.
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I know. I will. [Hinata pulls back and searches her face.] We'll get through this, somehow. I'll do what you want but only because I care about you.
[She doesn't believe that, but that's alright. He reaches for the tie on her bikini bottom and undoes it.] I believe in you.
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[ She doesn't smile, only giving him a rather neutral expression. Although her cheeks are definitely rosy from having him kiss her again. ]