Otome "hotter than Stacy's mom" Yanagiya (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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pullmeoutalive2015-12-14 09:45 pm
mombastic) wrote in pullmeoutalive2015-12-14 09:45 pm
Two worlds, one family--
[ It's strange to be in a world with not one set of memories from another world-- not two, but three, not that Otome can really discuss this with anyone. It's difficult enough, when she wakes up these days, and can't remember if she's in her own home, or her apartment. If she needs to call Fumi to check on preparations for the day, or...
But no. This is her world. And not a school day, so she's stuck trying to focus not on what she's missing or what she's lost, but on what lies ahead.
What that actually is, she doesn't know, but she's out and about today, and there's a strong breeze. Maybe today will be a good day for clearing her thoughts. ]
But no. This is her world. And not a school day, so she's stuck trying to focus not on what she's missing or what she's lost, but on what lies ahead.
What that actually is, she doesn't know, but she's out and about today, and there's a strong breeze. Maybe today will be a good day for clearing her thoughts. ]
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Leon was supposed to return to his proper home, just like everyone else--it just happened to be his fate that it was going to be returning to his death. That was his proper fate, anyway--that was what he had brought upon himself.
He leaves, and... breathes.
His heart is still beating, and for a moment, Leon stands in the middle of the busy sidewalk, hand pressed to his chest to feel it. To be certain that this is all real, somehow. Somehow, he's still alive.
The strong breeze pulls at his cape, tugging on it and unfurling it, whipping his hair out of his face, but he's stuck just...standing there, staring at nothing, as if trying to process so much all at once.]
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With his general attitude, size and intelligence, too, he's an apparent good target for bullies. Someone coming from nowhere, making people look bad and acting like he's too good for them? Yeah, it's not really a surprise that eventually, there's some attempts at intimidation and bullying.
What is a surprise is that he's capable of throwing both of them to the ground without much of an effort; he doesn't carry Chal to school on Otome's desperate request, but he doesn't need a weapon to handle teenagers.
This is why Otome's getting a call to come in and take her child home, whoops.]
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Fumi's pulled out her laptop to take notes on this segment, because right now, it's more Otome's area of expertise-- she'll leave the talk of bacterial reproduction patterns to her friend, but right now, she's focused on explaining how to handle a patient losing a limb.
Some students may or may not be texting, though at least most of them are pretty attentive. ]
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So he's consistent.
Every day, he's up early to make breakfast for the both of them, to look over his homework once more and then to prepare to go to class. He doesn't really mess around, and his schedule is really consistent.
Until it isn't.
It's been cold, recently, and honestly, Leon's immune system hasn't seemed to have entirely recovered from...well, dying. Whatever bug he caught, it's knocked him right off his feet; the minutes drag on in the morning but he doesn't get out of bed, curled up in a ball of half-awake misery as he is.
Whoops.]
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... And Otome just looks faintly amused. Boys. ]
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It's just for a night, a few hours, and into the morning hours. For a few hours, Leon's just gone as if he was never there, except that all of his belongings remain and everything is just as it was.
And when he comes back, he's different. He's the same... but different, and the mask on his head is drawing stares, Judas knows, but he's not going to try to get rid of it. Thankfully, it's early yet so not many people are out and about--and really, he's sentimental, so he's hovering outside of Otome's apartment building, hesitant and uncertain.
He's been through a lot, and he's honestly not sure how long he's been gone.
Should he even go back to Otome like this?]
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birthday;
It wasn't even that he was willfully avoiding it. It was just that... birthdays were never a part of his world. His birthday meant nothing to anyone, he'd always known, and so there was no reason to bring it up.
But...
He always remembered the date even so.
And when he spots the calendar and makes a note of the date--well, he lingers.
Seventeen, huh?
(Can he possibly still be seventeen with all of the things he's been through...?
And yet... he thinks that very well must be true. It's his birthday, and now he's seventeen.)
But that's all there is to it; a moment later he shakes his head, and moves back towards the kitchen to begin making breakfast. At least it's a weekend--it means it's relaxing, today.
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... I was actually wondering... how did things with Stahn go?
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nightmares;
But when he has nightmares of the people important to him dying because of things that he did, instead of his own death--then it's a little harder for him to shake off.
He creeps out of bed uncertainly, shuffling over to Otome's room, messy and disheveled hair making him look far more his age than he typically does--and carefully pushes open the door. He just...wants to see if she's okay.
That's all.
But the hinges creak, and he winces.]
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new year;
But now, hovering outside the closed door of his room, she slowly tilts her head and frowns. ]
Are you sure you don't want any help with your kimono, Leon?
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