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[gitanes]

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[gitanes]

cleaning isn't a date activity, it's a chore. cleaning up somebody else's crap is especially not a date activity.

i've clearly been negligent in doing normal couple shit with you because this is a mess. you can't represent me like this. okay, so i'm taking your ass on regular dates going forward so you don't do this again. and you're going to take him to do something fun. not cleaning. cleaning isn't fun.

[luckless]

What if we have lunch after the date...?

[This message sent to Lila before his mention of it to Hinata, in true backdating chronological fashion...!]

It's more date-like to include food, right?

[gitanes]

yeah i guess but why do you have to clean up somebody else's shit in the first place

[luckless]

Well the arcade is a special place for our class... it's dedicated to our friend's memory...

Souda-kun just let the dust collect and it's making me a little anxious. Plus Hinata-kun has a better body than I do... so he's better at lifting and moving heavier objects, too.

[gitanes]

ignoring the fact that souda should still be the one to clean up: this sounds like a good excuse to sit down and watch his better body lift and move heavy objects.

[luckless]

Are you accusing me of watching Hinata-kun as he puts his muscles to use?

[Because she's right, of course—]

[gitanes]

if you're smart, yeah.

[luckless]

I've always enjoyed watching Hinata-kun work, though I tell everyone it's because I have no stamina myself...

[Ah, that makes him think.]

Do you like guys with muscle, Lila?

[gitanes]

are you asking me if i want to ogle your boyfriend?

[luckless]

I'm sure he'd be easy to convince to work while we watch but... I wouldn't belittle the arcade like that.

[Any other venue is free range.]

I asked because, well... I'm a really lackluster guy, but you still seem to be attracted to me. So I was curious about why.

[gitanes]

oh.

i mean, i don't know, i always thought you were hot. you're tall and intense and i like the way you talk. your voice. your eyes. your smile. i like your hair. i like that when my body cooperates you can just pick me up and carry me even though you're not, you know, a triangle shaped guy.

your tail, too. it's cute.

[luckless]

People usually tell me that I'm creepy, and that the way I talk is too confusing or formal... But I'm glad you like all of the things I dislike about myself.

Are you sad I don't have a tail anymore, though?

[gitanes]

people are stupid, komaeda. i'm a woman of class. my opinion is right.

[She's like, joking, but not.]

not exactly. i mean, you're still you if you lose or gain shit. i like your tail, but part of what i like about it is how it grabs onto me when you need to hold on. that didn't . . . go anywhere, you know?

[luckless]

[He's blushing on the other side of the screen. Thank god she can't see it. If she saw it, then she'd get that coy look in her eye and that self-satisfied smile that always stops him in his tracks.]

It didn't.

[...]

I guess it's just a more literal example of how you anchor me... even if your opinions aren't always right!

[He's absolutely playing, okay—]

[gitanes]

wow. WOW.

[Unbelievably rude!!]

you say that shit to me and you haven't even told me how hot you find me yet. you're lucky i'm so happy you're back.

[luckless]

[This is ridiculous. This is also amazing. He can already hear the incredulity in her voice, how it fuzzes her edges in playful anger. In his mind, he can see her grin that's a bit too sharp, cutting through the inky blackness of her form.

It'd be so easy to slip out of his bedroom and descend the stairs. Knock on her door and pull her into his arms. But it's also easier to say all of this stuff through a screen.]

You're beautiful [—he can't bring himself to say hot even if he thinks it—] You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

I still think about how you looked on the beach last year...

[gitanes]

[She'd be happy to see him. She always is. But she's happy like this, too. It's so normal, in a weird way. This is something normal people do, text and flirt. In the midst of everything, sometimes they fall into habits so normal it's really funny. And sweet.]

[Preening under the compliment, her hair curls happily, bouncing at her shoulders. She grins just like he imagines. It feels good. She's more beautiful than Junko. The most beautiful girl that he's ever seen.]

you really liked that, huh. you're the first guy i've ever met more into me in a bathing suit than just plain naked.

[Because she is, normally. Does she want to make him think about that next time they see each other in person? Yes. This is her right as ghost gf.]

it was good, though. i like when you look at me like that. it feels like

[There's a pause. She tries to remember the words, the exact words. It isn't so hard. They really stuck with her.]

like what you're feeling is in the shape of me. only me. and all you can see is me.

[She loves him. She aches with loving him. Slowly but surely, his presence is putting her back together again.]

[luckless]

[Will he be thinking about her nakedness the next time they see each other? It's a fifty-fifty chance either way, but he's certainly thinking about it now, and that brings color to his cheeks.]

It just suited you.

[Like he said: the little black dress and red lipstick. Mysterious and dangerous, a flower to be admired from a distance, for its thorns will bleed you dry.

Except with him. She blooms with him.]

I can look at you like that more... if you want. And you can look at me too. I'm not very confident in my naked body... but I would show it to you.

[gitanes]

[She does. Always. Has from the start. Has felt seen by him from the first moment, when he woke up and joined her at the table. The way he described her, little black dress and red lipstick, felt like being known and coming home. With Komaeda, she's always bloomed.]

yeah?

i'd like that. i want that.

[Something she's said before. She'll keep saying it. Even if he changes his mind this time, she'll tell him until he can believe her.]

[luckless]

[Something squirms in his gut. Somewhere in between anticipation and anxiety, his mouth twists into an awkward and uncomfortable smile. He doesn't dislike it, not one bit. It's just the getting used to it part that's taking awhile.

They're like opposites. Lila has always known what it feels like to be desired. Komaeda has lived his life in constant rejection.]

Even my scars...? And my arm?

[Does she want to see all the things that make him feel ugly? All the things that make him feel ashamed of what he's done and who he is?]

[gitanes]

yeah. all of you. i mean it.

[His scars, his arm, everything that makes him the person he is. That's the person she wants.]

you're mine. even the parts you don't like. so i want all of them, too.

[luckless]

[Komaeda exhales a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.]

...Thank you. You're really too kind to me, Lila.

[He doesn't even know what to say beyond that. His heart feels like it's about to burst right through the scars across his chest.]

I don't know where I would be without you. If I hadn't met you... I think I would have stayed the same guy I was before. The way you accept me makes me want to learn to accept myself, too.

[gitanes]

hey

you know i'm not good at this part.

[She's joking. It's true, too, though. This level of earnestness, sweetness — it doesn't come naturally to her. It took her a while to even recognize that it felt good. She's never had it before. But god, she wants to give it back to him.]

i think i'd have stayed the same too. if i hadn't met you, i mean. if i hadn't met you i think a lot of things would hurt more. and i'd be alone. i didn't know i wanted to not be alone until i met you.

i can't even imagine not accepting you. you're everything to me. i missed you so bad.

[She can't cry in this form. Not like this. But she can feel it, that feeling as crying starts. Even remembering it hurts. Knowing that she doesn't have to live it anymore hurts, too, but in the best way.]

so, thanks i guess. for putting up with me.

[luckless]

Neither of us have to be alone, anymore. I love putting up with you... I love you. Everything about you.

[He almost doesn't say it to her—almost leaves it locked up in his head and in his heart like all of the other earnest things he thinks about her. How she makes him feel like he's floating instead of sinking.

Like the moment an explosion goes off and his vision is filled with blinding, radiant light.]

And I don't plan on leaving again... but if I do, make sure you talk to the Fog God about bringing me back.

[It's a joke, mostly.]

[gitanes]

god

[If she were saying it aloud, it would come out in a choked sob-laugh hybrid, messy and wet-sounding. As it is, she just assumes he'll understand. She doesn't know how to explain, but — he usually understands.]

i'll rip her throat out. nobody's ever doing that to you again.

[. . .]

i realized while you were gone
when you disappeared
i realized i never wanted to keep someone safe like i want to keep you safe
i always thought that kind of thing would feel like a weight on me
but it just feels right
like i've been this fucked up wrong shaped key this whole time and you're the lock i was always supposed to fit

i didn't know loving someone could feel good like it does with you