the8thmonarch | (no subject)

I'm Wakahisa Noriko.

::Says it like it explains everything as she plays with a pigtail.::

"...Yeah, but ya've prolly got classes ta go ta, even if ya ARE Wakahisa Noriko."

I don't care about them. So. These movies.

::Walk walk walk.::

"It's mostly 'bout goin' ta class, fallin' in love, all that typical sappy teen movie bull. But I figure they could teach ya somethin'."

... I see.

So I should fall in love with you?

::... Man, she's blank, blunt, and a total robot.::

"...Well if ya wan-I mean, shit, no! I've got 'nuff ta deal with without ya fallin' in love with me or whatever ya weird blank chicks do."

... Blank chick?

::She looks... as frustrated and annoyed by that comment as possible.::

"It's... No 'ffense, but ya seem kinda... Lackin' in all sortsa shit. Like a personality."

I am not. ::Her eyes seem to harden, attempting seriousness, but it seems somewhat hard for her, but she's definitely trying to look somewhat pissed.::

"Well, shit there's somethin'. Even if it's kinda fake anger."

*he laughs and changes directions suddenly.*

"Guess there's 'ope fer ya after all, doll."

Fake!? ::Her eyes seem to erupt in life as she follows him ansd tries to punch him.::

I'm not fake!

*Cyril catches the punch and just attempts to throw her backwards.*

"That... Ain't bad. Ain't fake at all."

::Thrown to the ground.::

I... just... it's hard to feel anything...

*Cyril looks down at her, then pulls her up.*

"Che. Jus' 'cause it's 'ard dun mean it's impossible."

::Pulled up.:: I... so. Do you want me to love you?

::... compared to earlier, she's a fucking symphony of emotions.::

*Cyril pauses and starts thinking. He finally speaks up after a few tense seconds.*

"...I dunno. I could ask ya if ya wanted ta love me. Izzat a better question?"

I do what I'm told. ::She bluntly shrugs.::

"Che, then I'm gonna tell ya ta make yer own decisions. Got that?"

::She bristles for a moment. But you can definitely tell that statement is giving her hell. A lot of it.::

You... owe... me. Something, then.

"Like what? What could I owe ya, doll?"

A replacement. And I'm not plastic...

"A replacement? A replacement what? Ya went back ta makin' no sense. ...What else would ya like ta be called? Pigtails?"

My mirror. You caused it to get destroyed...

And I'm not plastic, I'm real...

"Che, take real people instead o' spirits livin' in mirrors. At least I got a body o' my own when I'm 'ere in the 'uman world. Took me a while but I ain't creepin' 'round in bodies or 'idin' out in inanimate objects."

... Don't... get it, do you.

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