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yumemigaoka2023-05-01 08:10 am
illrested) wrote in yumemigaoka2023-05-01 08:10 am
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It's gonna be May; open
⭐ Who: Makoto and whoever
⭐ When: May
⭐ Where: School, the Dream Sphere
⭐ What: Makoto is getting used to this stuff
⭐ Warnings: Internalized transphobia, maybe? Makoto will be referring to himself using he/him pronouns for now.
i. back to school
[ After Golden Week, Makoto is back at school. It's a still weird taking the train across town to attend Promised Morning instead of just walking to school like he'd thought he'd be doing, but it's not like the school is bad. Plus a later morning start isn't something to really complain about.
He does miss his friends, though. He wonders what they're up to. Sliding the door to the classroom open he steps inside with a muttered 'good morning' and the hope that no one pays all that much attention. It's not that he's unfriendly--he just doesn't really know how to approach others. As he settles, he starts pulling his folders free, glances aside at the students around him. ]
Ehhh... did you do the homework over the break? Do you want to go over answers before class starts?
[ Nerd. ]
ii. new kid on the block
[ Makoto isn't sure he'll ever get used to the Dream Sphere. Especially the part of the Dream Sphere where when he transforms and passes into it and he has... tits. And blonde hair. It's not bad, really, if he thinks about it. It's just strange and new and different. That's all.
Dreamer Peach is standing in the Reflection Glades, the spring breeze ruffling through his hair and tugging at the hem of the fluffy skirts he's wearing. It still doesn't feel real that he's here, that he's allowed to be part of this whole thing. Well... maybe time to test things out again. He bends his legs a little and leaps--testing how strong and agile he is in this world.
Oop.
Stronger than he expected. There's a flail as he goes sailing through the air, still not used to his own strength or how to correct himself--oh no. Oh God. ]
Look ouuuuuttt---!!
[ There's a Dreamer headed your way. ]
⭐ When: May
⭐ Where: School, the Dream Sphere
⭐ What: Makoto is getting used to this stuff
⭐ Warnings: Internalized transphobia, maybe? Makoto will be referring to himself using he/him pronouns for now.
i. back to school
[ After Golden Week, Makoto is back at school. It's a still weird taking the train across town to attend Promised Morning instead of just walking to school like he'd thought he'd be doing, but it's not like the school is bad. Plus a later morning start isn't something to really complain about.
He does miss his friends, though. He wonders what they're up to. Sliding the door to the classroom open he steps inside with a muttered 'good morning' and the hope that no one pays all that much attention. It's not that he's unfriendly--he just doesn't really know how to approach others. As he settles, he starts pulling his folders free, glances aside at the students around him. ]
Ehhh... did you do the homework over the break? Do you want to go over answers before class starts?
[ Nerd. ]
ii. new kid on the block
[ Makoto isn't sure he'll ever get used to the Dream Sphere. Especially the part of the Dream Sphere where when he transforms and passes into it and he has... tits. And blonde hair. It's not bad, really, if he thinks about it. It's just strange and new and different. That's all.
Dreamer Peach is standing in the Reflection Glades, the spring breeze ruffling through his hair and tugging at the hem of the fluffy skirts he's wearing. It still doesn't feel real that he's here, that he's allowed to be part of this whole thing. Well... maybe time to test things out again. He bends his legs a little and leaps--testing how strong and agile he is in this world.
Oop.
Stronger than he expected. There's a flail as he goes sailing through the air, still not used to his own strength or how to correct himself--oh no. Oh God. ]
Look ouuuuuttt---!!
[ There's a Dreamer headed your way. ]
ii
[ Caitsith had been minding her own business, trying to decide where to start her patrols for the day. Night? Whatever the case, she had to do her due diligence. ]
EH?!
[ That was before Peach, who had looked like a twinkle in the sky just a moment before, starts falling toward her. ]
Wh- wh- wha- Ah! Hold on, I'll-
[ Caitsith runs to and fro, frantically searching for the best angle to catch him from. Then she realizes that a bulky metal gauntlet would be the softest landing surface, frantically dismisses it, realizes that he's about to hit the ground, dives, and-
SAAAAAFFFFFFE! ]
Mmf mm mm-mm? [ She tries to say "Are you okay?" as her quivering arms hold up Peach, but her face is too buried in the (soft and fluffy, thankfully) Dream Sphere grass to make out her words. ]
Re: ii
...Th-thanks.
[ God. He sounds so weird here. His voice is higher, softer. ]
I [ Boku ] thought I was gonna just go splat.