[ a little bit sick of being a sad sack, mikan smiles at his answer once again. sometimes she feels like if people knew the real disgusting truth about her, they would never speak to her again.
but, she feels like that regardless of how much people know about her.
it's a relief, but she reminds herself he still doesn't know about the part where she kills some people too. no biggie. she's told him enough anyway. though it feels sort of like she's playing devil's advocate, she'll tell him one day, when she herself can accept it, probably. Probably. ]
My life here is something I'm grateful for. S-Sometimes, it's hard for everyone, and those are the times I don't think I can go on... It's hard for someone like me to take it. After all, I'm a weakling! [ she takes a deep breath. COOL IT, MIKAN. we can't scare this guy off.
anyway.
it's her turn to listen, and that's what she does. stop thinking everyone hates her, though? come on, that's like asking her to stop breathing!
nonetheless, she miraculously manages to retain her smile throughout all of this, even if it may have faltered a bit. ]
Fr-Friends... as well... A-Arakita-san? [ what's grammar? what's speaking without stuttering? what's making friends?! she's blushing so ferociously you can pretty much hear it in her voice. ] You said... to c-care about those who are nice to me! In that case, I care about you! [ she wheezes it out and i'm wheezing too ]
[When he's not putting it to use through narrowing his eyes and moving his big mouth, Arakita usually stores most of his tension in his shoulders. He surprises himself, then, when he feels his shoulders falling as soon as she says she's grateful for her life. It's coated in more of that familiar self-hatred, but she's come to at least a little bit of goddamn sense.
Even if she was a virtual stranger, he could accept being satisfied with her wanting to live instead of losing the will to. He could admit to himself that he cared about her on that level.
But now, after she sputters out a declaration about him, well, now he almost wishes she was still talking about what she was before, because no matter how little he knew about how to deal with that, he was still vastly more knowledgeable on how to react and process it instead of what she just said now.
It may go without saying that not many people (girls especially) approach him often, and even less with any sort of positive intention- he's not used to being told someone likes him, or cares about him, outside of that someone being within his team. Especially in such an earnest, fumbling, clearly blushing sort of way.
So Mikan isn't the only one turning pink here, even if Arakita does (tries) much more to cover it up.]
I'm not being nice, moron. I'm telling you crap you should already know.
[Maybe it is a sign of his growth that he doesn't say "so you shouldn't care about me", but he leaves his words hanging awkwardly in the air for the moment. More tellingly, his next words are mumbled.]
...Call me whatever you want, I don't care. ["Friends" or "someone to care about"- it's his way of saying that she can care.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
THIS IS SO ANIME BURY ME TOO
Date: 2015-01-13 03:40 am (UTC)but, she feels like that regardless of how much people know about her.
it's a relief, but she reminds herself he still doesn't know about the part where she kills some people too. no biggie. she's told him enough anyway. though it feels sort of like she's playing devil's advocate, she'll tell him one day, when she herself can accept it, probably. Probably. ]
My life here is something I'm grateful for. S-Sometimes, it's hard for everyone, and those are the times I don't think I can go on... It's hard for someone like me to take it. After all, I'm a weakling! [ she takes a deep breath. COOL IT, MIKAN. we can't scare this guy off.
anyway.
it's her turn to listen, and that's what she does. stop thinking everyone hates her, though? come on, that's like asking her to stop breathing!
nonetheless, she miraculously manages to retain her smile throughout all of this, even if it may have faltered a bit. ]
Fr-Friends... as well... A-Arakita-san? [ what's grammar? what's speaking without stuttering? what's making friends?! she's blushing so ferociously you can pretty much hear it in her voice. ] You said... to c-care about those who are nice to me! In that case, I care about you! [ she wheezes it out and i'm wheezing too ]
it's not anime enough here's some tsundere
Date: 2015-01-18 05:28 am (UTC)Even if she was a virtual stranger, he could accept being satisfied with her wanting to live instead of losing the will to. He could admit to himself that he cared about her on that level.
But now, after she sputters out a declaration about him, well, now he almost wishes she was still talking about what she was before, because no matter how little he knew about how to deal with that, he was still vastly more knowledgeable on how to react and process it instead of what she just said now.
It may go without saying that not many people (girls especially) approach him often, and even less with any sort of positive intention- he's not used to being told someone likes him, or cares about him, outside of that someone being within his team. Especially in such an earnest, fumbling, clearly blushing sort of way.
So Mikan isn't the only one turning pink here, even if Arakita does (tries) much more to cover it up.]
I'm not being nice, moron. I'm telling you crap you should already know.
[Maybe it is a sign of his growth that he doesn't say "so you shouldn't care about me", but he leaves his words hanging awkwardly in the air for the moment. More tellingly, his next words are mumbled.]
...Call me whatever you want, I don't care. ["Friends" or "someone to care about"- it's his way of saying that she can care.]