[ Denji starts to point out after Aki poses her clearly rhetorical question, but she quiets down as she continues on with her explanation, a despairing scrunch deepening her forehead. Her mouth half-open, like she's having her very belief system questioned and dismantled. It's true, though. She really has never seen Makima outside of a suit.
In a gloom, she collapses back-first into the bed, arms spread, its springs creaking as her body weight joins the mountain of clothes. She stares emptily at the ceiling. ]
Man, I don't wanna look like I'm trying too hard… I want Makima to like me. I mean, I know he does. But even more. The kinda 'like' where you just can't get the other person outta your head.
[ Adults like Makima and Aki have other things to think about besides romance, she gets that. She sees the utility bills, how much gets budgeted for groceries each week, the house chores and upkeep, the work matters that get brought home. Is it strange to want something that ruins all that for a person? To color everything in markers from the walls, to the ceiling fan, to the bathroom tiles, all to reserve a single person's attention just for you?
But maybe that's too…
Rolling on her side, she waves Aki over so that she can ask: ] D'ya think it's better if I just go in what I always wear instead of your stuff after all?
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[ Denji starts to point out after Aki poses her clearly rhetorical question, but she quiets down as she continues on with her explanation, a despairing scrunch deepening her forehead. Her mouth half-open, like she's having her very belief system questioned and dismantled. It's true, though. She really has never seen Makima outside of a suit.
In a gloom, she collapses back-first into the bed, arms spread, its springs creaking as her body weight joins the mountain of clothes. She stares emptily at the ceiling. ]
Man, I don't wanna look like I'm trying too hard… I want Makima to like me. I mean, I know he does. But even more. The kinda 'like' where you just can't get the other person outta your head.
[ Adults like Makima and Aki have other things to think about besides romance, she gets that. She sees the utility bills, how much gets budgeted for groceries each week, the house chores and upkeep, the work matters that get brought home. Is it strange to want something that ruins all that for a person? To color everything in markers from the walls, to the ceiling fan, to the bathroom tiles, all to reserve a single person's attention just for you?
But maybe that's too…
Rolling on her side, she waves Aki over so that she can ask: ] D'ya think it's better if I just go in what I always wear instead of your stuff after all?