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Tweak says, "Not my gum drop button"

Tachibana Yoshimi (omgboyskissing) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2011-08-03 20:15:00

Entry tags:

kai, masami, open thread, toru, yoshimi

Who: Yoshimi, open
What: Valentine's chocolate!
When: February
Where: Butterfly House kitchen
Why: Because it's never too late to get those social links up... right?

February 13th and still no signal from Seiji. Yoshimi had half a mind to punch the angels - all the angels - right in their stupid angel faces for ruining her Valentine's Day - cherished celebration of true love that it very obviously was - two years running.

But there was still no signal, and so her angel-punching options were sadly limited. That left her in the kitchen, bound and determined to make her own chocolates (or die trying) so that she'd have something to bring along on her angel-punching, boyfriend-rescuing, belated Valentine's extravaganza. Whenever it happened.

She whisked irritably, paying a good deal more attention to her elaborate revenge fantasies than to how well the dry ingredients were mixing.

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allthatshimmers
2012-04-28 07:01 am UTC (link)

There were certainly more normal scenarios than making Valentine's chocolate for someone whose funeral you'd already attended, but it was her bizarre scenario, and Yoshimi was giving it her all.

"Actually, I'd like to give them to him in person," she explained in between whisks, "um, if I can."

Maybe she couldn't. Maybe the angels would start executing people at dawn, or maybe she wouldn't make it through the coming battle, or maybe Shingo was jailed with that pretty waitress he liked, the one with the sports car, and they were hitting it off again right this minute. There was just no way to be sure. But, come hell or high water, she was going to try her best to put those chocolates in that boy's hand.

"I'm definitely going to make some for everyone in the house, but..." But Shingo's were special. For one, they really counted for two different years, considering last spring's events, but there was a more haunting thought: "If - if we beat the angels, and that means that things go back to how they were before, then..."

If delivering the chocolates was going to be the last thing that she could ever do for him, she was damn well going to try to cram everything that she needed to say into the gesture.

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