yumemigaoka | Theater Kid's March Comes in Like a Lion

Theater Kid's March Comes in Like a Lion

⭐ Who: Junna Hoshimi... and you!
⭐ When: Throughout March!
⭐ Where: In Yumemigaoka!
⭐ What: March catch-all!
⭐ Warnings: Junna's grappling with some heavy stuff, so... threads could get into parents not being great, some homophobia, and other things. There's also some implicit sleeping together (nothing NSFW though) in the Lisa and Junna thread, if that's a thing you prefer to avoid!

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[The day after the Disturbance, Junna stayed at the Dreamer Union headquarters.They had a medical area and they wanted to be sure that she was fine; Disturbances are still a new phenomenon, after all. Moreover, they wanted to be sure that she was safe... and on the 4th, she just wanted to sleep. But after a psychologist spoke with her, meals, and plenty of rest, she was cleared to head home on the morning of March 5. Which, all told, she's grateful for.

Even if she feels... antsy and uncertain still. She had hoped that somehow, experiencing a Disturbance would leave her feeling better; like it would be a sudden cure, pulling back anxiety. Instead, she's found it easy to ruminate.

And ruminate she does. Chloe's message -- that Disturbances are caused by mental health -- feels heavy, now, like it points out her problems. Except she did that fine. And answers are obvious, but they're not easy. So after going back to her dorm and dropping things off, she went to the park. To think; to walk around and make her brain do something; and, generally, to try to feel better.

It's easy to find her, though. She's either walking laps around the lake -- or after doing that for a bit, sitting on a park bench. Junna is wearing a hoodie over her T-shirt, and looking... more than a little worn out.

But she's out again, and that's something.]

[By the middle of March, Junna is feeling... better. She has a way to go, but time and distance helped. And there was graduation, too, with all of the emotions that entailed; she still can't quite believe that she is now a high school graduate. As a mixed blessing, her parents weren't able to come and plan to visit in April. She wasn't ready to deal with that yet.

But, her diploma is back in her dorm room... and she knows that by summer, she will need make arrangements to live somewhere else. And that's why she is at the library's book drive! She's come to sell some old books she doesn't need; ones that she had for high school classes and exams, a couple of novels she started and never finished, and the second copy she somehow had of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. She can be found in line, with a box with those books...

Or admiring the sticker and thank you note that she got after, along with some of the drinks they handed out! She has a hot tea, for her part. She's over by the tables serving said drinks.]

[Junna decided she needed to pick up a couple of things at the department store, and it's in the electronics department where she comes to a stop. So do a few other people, as the big screen TV's for sale all change to news broadcasts. Something big must be happening. And the one with the volume on has a news anchor speaking, with an image of Ai behind her:

"Breaking news! The famous idol of the Dreamer Union, Dreamer Ai-Doll, is caught in a scandal. She had two children in her teens, which was kept secret from--"

On it goes. Junna's eyes widen and she blurts out aloud:]

W-What? But that's-- [It's so unfair, whether true or not.

She's there -- or moving to the side and glaring at some of the people already hastily putting up something about this on social media.]

[By the evening, Junna thinks that she should go back home. She got lunch and then went to the park. She thought, at first, she would go back home early. Maybe she could get some sleep. But then... then she had to face up to something else. She told herself she shouldn't talk to Lisa yet; that she should give her some space. That resolve broke down, though.

The truth is that she's terrified.

She wondered if she ruined her relationships with a lot of people. If Amane will forgive her for not telling him what she was going through. If Keiwa will feel like she lied. If Ilya will think she was faking the times she sounded competent. If Jeanette, Zeke, Nene, and Olruggio will be unhappy with her for what she put them through. And with Lisa, she wonders all of that and more; if her problems, her issues, all of it together will have driven her away and if she hurt her by hiding it.

The desire to clear that up wins out over everything else. But under that, she wants to see her. She always feels better when she does -- even if the thought she might lose that, lose Lisa, is tying her in knots inside.

She comes up to her apartment, and she hesitates over the buzzer to Karen's and Lisa's apartment. Junna's finger is outstretched, hovering there. She doesn't look half as pretty -- at least, in her head -- as she usually does when she shows up at Lisa's place. Her hair is pulled into a loose ponytail; she has a well-worn pink hoodie over a light blue T-shirt on, and loose fitting jeans; she doesn't have any make-up, jewelry, or anything else on. Junna hesitates a second, closes her eyes...

...exhales...

...and presses the button.]

[Lisa's been telling herself, for approximately 41 hours and 22- now 23 minutes, that Junna needs rest. Needs to be taken care of. Needs someone watching over her that isn't extremely biased. Needs someone that won't weigh her down with their own problems. So she's kept her phone mostly off and been actively trying to keep busy on her own. Trying... not to think about things.

That's been really hard after the way her last two weeks have been.

Physically removing Junna from the Disturbance, even if she didn't end up doing it herself, took a big load off her mind. But it didn't take care of the other things. She still hasn't talked to Hibiki or Nikki since the things she did to them - or more accurately, the things they did to her, as outclassed as she was. The last memory she has with Jeannette is the girl diving into the depths after taking charge of Lisa's wish (and even leaving her a parting shot in the arm), not counting... whatever the hell that e-mail was. And Zeke... she really needs to apologize to, and thank, and maybe ask to intern with.

But she's going to go crazy if she doesn't at least talk to Junna soon.

For the fourth time today, restless, she goes back to her bedroom for her phone, standing from where she's mindlessly watching a nearly-silent TV in Karen's living room - presently another story about the Disturbance and what the Dreamer Union is doing to this nation; there's footage of Director Yoshino on the screen - in a comfortable, worn black T-shirt red plaid flannel pants, and fuzzy socks; her hair's loose behind her back, not having the social energy built back up to go out for it to matter. And for the fourth time, just clearing her door and seeing her phone, she freezes, before turning and going back to the couch, face sullen, eyes missing their usual spark beyond the bags that haven't quite faded, though mercifully the bruises didn't transfer from the Dream. Her hands go into her hair to scrub at her scalp in frustration. If she can't give Junna at least two days to recover from being freaking kidnapped and thrown into her literal nightmares for three weeks, she's seriously in trouble-

Ding dong.]

Who's here at this time of night...? Ah, coming-!

[She gets up, throwing on her house slippers for the last half a meter as she heads for the door. Maybe it's a package? It's kinda late for that, but mail does what it wants in Yumemigaoka, so it's not unusual. She doesn't bother to check the peephole, just opens the door-

and stares. Blinks in surprise. And raises one hand as if to touch her arm, make sure she's real, but doesn't quite get there, not wanting to be disappointed when she isn't, recoiling gently.]

J- [She swallows, tries again.] Junna...?

[There's a whole rush of emotions when Lisa answers the door and Junna's brain doesn't quite work right, at first.

Relief, that Lisa is here. Dread, at not knowing what comes next -- and the way that she said her name could mean anything. Shame, because she can only imagine what Lisa saw and heard. Guilt, because she sees those bags under her eyes, and... and she put Lisa through that. But happiness, too, to see her again and be standing so close. Slowly, Junna lifts a hand in a little, tentative wave.

And she exhales.] ...H-Hi.

[She isn't sure what she should say. Her hand falls by her side; she clutches it with her other hand, fingers tight around her wrist, and her green eyes meet Lisa's. She looks tense. Nervous. Like she's about to explode.

She might, even.] I... I know I should have called. I--I just wanted to... um... I wanted to come see you.

[A beat, then nervously:] Can I come in?

[She wants to say so many things. Do so many things. Apologize. Hug the stuffing out of her - that one's immediately vetoed, she doesn't know if Junna's physically cleared for that yet, despite having apparently walked here. Cry uncontrollably ~~again~~. Apologize. Kiss her - no, not with the look in her eyes, that's not a good idea right now. Tug her inside out of the cold-]

You never have to call ahead. Anytime you want to see me, come over, no matter what. Um, unless it's like two in the morning, Karen-chan might take offense then, so just text me or something so I can be waiting by the door, but still come see me- [She cuts herself off, recognizing she's rambling; she shakes her head softly.] Please, come in.

[Lisa backs up out of the doorway to give her space. She very noticeably doesn't reach for her hand or anything else; she's not sure she's got that right, just now, and she'll give Junna as much time and space as she needs, even if she looks really awkward, not to mention a touch uneasy.]

Karen-chan's in her room gaming. I don't think you'll see her, there's... something or other in her MMO right now, she's going to be on all night. [She sees the TV as she comes back into the apartment proper, sees Director Yoshino on it still, and hastily turns it off.] But... if you want a little more privacy, we can talk in my room? I don't... I'm not-

[She's so nervous. Not... as bad as she was, but anxiety combined with being touch-starved after almost a month combined with not knowing how Junna's feeling... she's gonna go crazy. But she has to try, voice as level as she can manage-]

I'm... going to go as fast as you're comfortable with, and you can stay as long as you like. You can- you can tell me as much as you want, or as little as you want, and if you want me to talk, I will. If you want me to keep my mouth shut, I'll do that too. I- [She smiles, and while it looks strained, it's... reasonably honest, and there's a tiny flash of her usual confidence in her eyes.] I still want you to be happy. That hasn't changed. Even if everything else does, I'll swear that until- [neither of them probably want her to finish that sentence, so she cuts off, lamely finishing-] yeah.

[Setting her own ground rules finished, she waits - not patiently, to be sure, but as quietly as she can manage - for Junna. She's waited three weeks, she can wait thirty seconds.]

[There's a slow blink. Junna -- well, she knew Lisa was worried. Intellectually, she knew it might be fine. But emotionally, she didn't know that, and she'd gotten her worries and anxieties tied into enough knots that she thought Lisa might be upset with her. But that's--that's not what's happening, she realizes, and she feels some tension that's been there since she came out of the Disturbance loosen up. She steps a little bit closer to her.

She could almost cry. She manages to not, but she nods quickly.She tries to commit that to memory -- to text first if it's late, but that she's welcome at any time. And that Karen--

Karen's playing an MMO. She glances towards her room, and then her eyes are back onto Lisa as she steps inside. She hesitates; her voice is caught in her throat for a moment, and it takes her a second to find it. Lisa rambles when she's nervous; Junna clams up when she gets nervous. This is about as nervous as she can get, too. She looks at Lisa, and there's a moment, before she answers quietly. But... still warmly.] In... in your room sounds great.

I... um... [She trails off as she listens to Lisa explain all of that. Her eyes widen at acceptance she worried she'd never receive. A hand comes over her mouth, and then she blinks. She's not surprised to find tears in her eyes.]

I'm so sorry, Lisa.

[She sniffles.]

...I thought I ruined everything. I-I didn't reach out when I should have, and--and now I'm the poster girl for when a Dreamer's falling apart. I pushed myself so hard that I cracked, and--and it hurt you, my friends, other Dreamers. A-And you had to see all of the worst parts of who I am, and-- [That's more than Junna can say and keep it clear. It started turning into a ramble, and then it chokes into a sob, and she looks down.]

I-I kept thinking, what if I drove you away? [Her shoulders shake, her hand covering her face.] You're... you're the best thing that ever happened to me, and--and what if I ruined that, too?

Edited 2025-03-05 03:01 (UTC)

[Through the messy haze of her own emotions seeing Junna again, she registers Junna... seems a little lighter, already. Did... she really think Lisa wouldn't want to see her? She'd be a little hurt if she didn't already know what Disturbances did to people. Not to mention... what she figured out from even the surface level. She hasn't had time to ask the others what they saw in the depths. Yet... Junna is here, now. So if she wants to know - if Junna wants to tell her - she'll ask her directly. That said, she also rapidly recognizes the look and sound of someone becoming overwhelmed with her situation - overwhelmed with her, trying to keep her from freaking out and not doing a great job - so she gently nods and gestures the girl into her bedroom, closing the door and offering the girl a seat on her bed for now before launching into her unwillingness to push.

But it seems like she didn't need to be quite so overcautious. Junna starts to apologize, tears up, and then it's off to the races. From Lisa's seat on her desk chair across from her, she's briefly at a loss. She reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder (Never kind enough!) and flinches, redirecting to Junna's free hand, grasping it tight.]

Why are you apologizing to me, Junna? Neither of us knows when to ask for help. And if you're the poster girl for falling apart, you have friends and a Mentor that have posters alongside you, so you're in good company. And you're only up there alone because we haven't found a printing shop that'll do mine. [She huffs out a laugh, but it falls flat, and she keeps talking.] I'm not going to tell you you didn't scare us. You scared me a lot. And I got hurt, but it wasn't you that hurt me, mostly. Just... just my heart.

[And that's the sticky part. She can't deny that she had a bad, bad three weeks. Junna wouldn't believe her. Nadeshiko and Jeannette didn't believe her after a single look. Nikki didn't believe her so strongly that he had to send her home by force to relax for a night. She can't, in good faith, even try to pretend she's anything resembling okay. Certainly not to her precious person.]

But I'm not going anywhere. There are very, very few things you can do to drive me away, and unless you have one of Caesar-chan's knives on you, most of them aren't on the table. [That may require explaining, but they have time. She won't deny, though, that being told she's the best thing to happen to Junna is... a balm to her soul after the last several months. But she can't let herself get complacent. Not now, not with her.] As long as you talk to me, you don't have to worry about ruining... us. I'm here for you, as long as you want me to be.

[.......this hurts. Junna's crying right there and she can't do a damn thing about it because, on some level, she's the reason. Does she have that right? Can she... reach out a hand like this? She settles for squeezing her hand tighter, looking... unsettled. Uncertain.]

Edited 2025-03-05 15:25 (UTC)

I... I don't know. I'm-- [Junna wipes at her eyes. She sits on the bed, even if it's a little shaky. And despite wiping at her eyes, she's still crying. She manages to look at Lisa, though, and she does a better job of hearing her after all that.

Finally, quietly, she says:] I thought I messed up. I kept coming back to thinking that... that somehow, I shoved you away. That I shoved everyone away and I failed you.

[Junna exhales softly. She hears how Lisa says it would be hard to push her away. And that makes Junna laugh, softly, through the tears. She wipes at her eyes again and then, hesitantly, reaches a hand over and takes Lisa's. And she squeezes.]

I'll get that lesson through my thick skull one day. I-- [Her voice quiets.] I don't want to lose you. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. Or what getting better looks like yet. Or--or what I'm going to say to everyone.

But I know who I wanted to see and where I wanted to be. [She threads her fingers through Lisa's.] And it's here. With you.

[Some people may rightfully question if Zeke is still employed, somehow. Little do they know that he's written things like "visit the DU" and "evaluate the mental health of Dreamers" into his duties. Which means he's totally free to hunt down Junna, despite where all logic says he ought to be.]

Hey!

[An alert to his presence, from far enough away not to startle her and near enough that she has a poor chance of escape.]

[Junna is midway through another lap around the lake when she hears Zeke call out. She looks up -- then she blinks to see him. Only a couple days ago, she'd seen him as someone fighting the Night Terror. And now...

That's a lot of emotions hitting her. A sense of gratitude and a sense of shame collide into each other and leave her frozen for a moment as he approaches. Then, she lifts her hand in a wave.]

Zeke-san. H-Hi.

[Perhaps obviously, Zeke isn't glaring or growling or frowning or really looking the least bit bothered by anything. He saunters right on him, absently twirling a pen around in one hand.]

How're you doing?

I'm ok... [She catches herself before she finishes that. Though if he gives her a look, she'd deserve it.

Junna looks down for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts for a real answer. It takes her a second to do that; she's still sorting things.]

Tired. Worried what people think of me now. Overwhelmed. Not sure what to do next.

[Look, he gets the whole social-programmed-small-talk thing, and doesn't think about it. On to more important things, instead.]

Well, let me see if I can set you at ease for one part. How are you thinking about anyone else who had a Disturbance?

...well, I wouldn't think less of them for going through something so hard.

[She hesitates a second. That's her answer, but there's more to it than that.]

But even if I know that... I still put people, including ones I care a lot about, through something awful. And I can't just turn that guilty feeling off.

You made a couple of bad calls, and stuff happened. That's life. You're forgiven. [Yes, it absolutely is that easy. Zeke shrugs.] I'm not telling you to forget it or act like it was okay, but you should forgive yourself and move forward. You can't change the past, but it should've told you a couple things about how you might want to change your present and your future, yeah?

[Right to the heart of the matter, because if Zeke's tired of one thing, it's beating around the bush. He might not be a therapist, but he's learned a lot from them.]

It's easy to say I should forgive myself, but I'm having trouble getting there. I've got an appointment with a therapist for Thursday but...

[She lets out a sigh.] I'm not sure how to look at people. Or--or explain, or what I should say. I don't know. I know it's blaming myself still.

You were in a bad place, and you're working on getting better.

[Overthinking sure didn't help you stay out of this mess, Junna. Now's not the time for it.]

It is okay to admit that, and if anyone has a problem or thinks worse of you because of that, it's on them and not you.

I... yeah.

[He's right. She looks down and nods. She's quiet for a second.]

I know no one here's going to really be disappointed in me. Or--or, not... you know. It's hard to not worry anyways, but I'm trying.

You just keep telling yourself what you know, when some part of you wants you to believe anything false. We've all got your back.

[Profound frustration that this keeps happening is not to be mistaken for any level of frustration with the people who go through it.]

Though on that note, take your time for yourself, but I'm not sure being alone too much is good for you.

Yeah... yeah. I'll remember it. And talk to people more. Even if it's hard.

[She exhales, then, at his observation. Being alone isn't doing her any favors. He's right.

But--]

I know. I'm... working up the nerve.

[Lisa keeps quiet while Junna works through her thoughts. They won't get anywhere if Lisa keeps inserting her opinions while Junna's trying to untangle what has to be an impossible mess in her head. That, and Lisa isn't even entirely sure what to say to help. She's still trying to put her own feelings to words, but she's as much of a mess herself, so that's a long time coming.

But... Junna understands her path forward. Or at least, she knows what she wants. What she wants is Lisa, against all odds. Even if the fact that the other girl's here now kind of... telegraphed that, Lisa's... it's complicated. Relieved, that she's not completely out of luck, and that they'll have a chance to talk things over and clear the air - Junna would have come by eventually now that she's safe, but having her do it so soon and of her own accord eases her mind. Anxious, that once they do clear the air she's going to have dug herself into a hole from which she may never get out. And lucky, that Junna did come back. Did choose her, again. So even if she's not calm, she... relaxes a little. She can think straight now, at least, and the hand holding hers, fingers interlaced, does more to recharge her mind and bolster her heart than anything either of them could say. So she takes a long, shuddering breath, tries to smile through the tears she can already feel starting, and does what she does best: wing it, and take care of her precious person.]

Thank you, Junna. For coming back to me. For trusting me. For letting me try again, despite everything. [Another breath, this one less tense.] You didn't fail me. I'm... I wish you'd come to me instead of running away, instead of shutting us out, but I think I understand why you did it, and I don't blame you. I don't think I'd have- actually, I know I wouldn't have done any better, and I'd be a lot worse off if our positions were reversed right now. So, just... remember this feeling. Lean on us. Lean on me. You don't have to tell us anything about what happened, like I said earlier. Just let us be there for you. Okay? [Her grip tightens on Junna's hand in hers.]

[Junna squeezes Lisa's hand, her fingers still threaded through hers, and she looks up, then, and she blinks her eyes -- still with tears in them -- but she nods.] I... I know. I will. I'll come to you -- everyone. But you especially. I won't keep it inside all the time, the way I did, and not... not face the things that are eating me up inside. I...

[She owes her an explanation, and she knows it. Junna looks down for a second. There is something that bothers her -- the way Lisa said "for letting me try again." But she decides, at first, to start with what happened.] When I had that fight with my parents, it was like everything I was stressed about came to a head at once. The play. The ways I screwed up in the Dream Sphere, the last couple of months. Graduating soon. And... and the way my parents don't understand what I want. And I'm not sure I can tell them. It was all... just... crashing down around me.

[She exhales, softly.] And the next thing I knew, I was in the Disturbance. And I thought--thought maybe I could stop it, before it grew out of control. It wasn't... really a clear thought. But then it was like everywhere I turned, there was a reminder of... of the ways I thought I was letting people down. Myself down. I wasn't able to balance all of the things I need to.

I couldn't be a great Dreamer.

I couldn't be a great actress.

All the hard work wouldn't amount to anything, because I'm not enough. [She gets quieter.] My parents would... would see me, and be disappointed, and they'd be right.

[She chokes up.] And I kept thinking... I-I'm not strong enough to tell my parents about my girlfriend. They'll never know who I really am. And--and you deserve better, not... not me being terrified of letting them down, because I am proud of you, honey. I'm so proud to be with you. [She looks away, embarrassed, then. Maybe something worse than embarrassed.] But I'm scared they'll reject me or reject you.

[She wipes at her eyes. She isn't done crying yet.]

And all of that, all of those feelings, they... built on themselves. I felt like I was drowning in them, and I... couldn't see any way out. A labyrinth in every sense of the word. [Junna shivers, involuntarily.] I thought if I stayed there, then... then maybe I wouldn't have to face the way I was so sure I was letting all of you down. And I was determined to dig myself out.

[She's quiet.] I... I was so blind.

[Junna's a smart cookie. Lisa isn't worried about letting her work through her memories, she'll be okay. Or, well. She isn't okay - neither of them are - but she'll be able to get through it. No, the part that worries her is when she starts... describing the Disturbance in detail, and Lisa can't stop the shiver that goes through her. She'd... thought there'd be more of a shift. More of a sign that "this is the way the world breaks" before it happened. Which, in turn, means that if she finds herself in a dark place and can't pull herself out... there won't be a chance for someone else to save her. Those texts from Junna, just before it all went to hell, weren't a cry for help. They were a warning she'd already crossed the Rubicon.

But... from there, it all makes a twisted, horrible kind of sense. She scoots her chair closer - cognizant of the distance she's put there herself until she's sure Junna trusts her, until she trusts herself - and listens to the tale, committing it to memory. Someone... deserves to remember. Someone that isn't Junna, because she's already going to have it haunting her for months. Years. If she didn't have a feeling some combination of Zeke and Director Yoshino had already found one, she'd be talking about therapy... although the fact her own therapist certainly doesn't seem to be helping her as much these days doesn't escape her either... no, Lisa, focus! Junna first.

Watching her admit - to herself, and to Lisa - the moment she realized she couldn't realize her dreams, couldn't be the things she wanted is so, so painful. Junna had always been so bright and full of hope, ambitious, driven, and now... now she has to build back up from the bottom. From the soul-deep knowledge she can't, and that she wants to try anyway. But even worse is the moment she admits she might not be able to tell her parents about Lisa. Lisa herself... could care less about her own parents' opinion of her, at this point, she doesn't really even know them anymore. But Junna's still close to hers. Was close; she's not going to touch that with a ten-meter pole right now, that's asking for trouble. The moment either of them are open about their relationship to more than their Dreamer friends, or that they get photographed together by the paparazzi or newsies that are certain to be following Junna for the next couple weeks, there's no hiding it anymore. Even Junna's pride in her - her! - doesn't... quite pierce that alarming thought. She'll come back to that, though she does manage to briefly let a tender smile through. But as her mind works to the conclusion of Junna's tale, it slips for a moment.]

And when we came in, it was an endless school hallway of work that never ended, that turned into back rooms full of plays and projects that were never finished and you could never get in enough practice for. If nothing was ever ready to perform, and the show never started, you'd never have to show us what was going on behind the curtain... holy shit. [She laughs, but the sound is hollow, the expression on her face haunted.] Even in your nightmares, you're an actress through and through.

[But Lisa shakes her head, and starts to work through everything. She heard a lot just now, and it's scary stuff, but... it's nothing they can't work through together. Gently, shoving aside the thought that she hasn't earned the right to touch her yet, she wipes Junna's tears away with a gentle swipe of her free hand.]

You're not blind, Junna. You're human. You overextended yourself - a mistake a lot of us make, myself included - and when something gave, it wasn't any of your projects. It was you, because something that wasn't even under your control in the first place went wrong. And I'm not entirely sure you've been screwing up in the Dream Sphere that much, either. Sure, you've made mistakes, but. That's part of being a Dreamer and working with other people. We all have. Some of us more than others. [Lisa smiles at her, a little more honest even if she's still off-balance inside.] So that makes you an up-and-coming actress, a Dreamer that just hit Experienced and still needs some seasoning, a student that hasn't even graduated high school yet, and... a girl in love. That all seems reasonable to me, and juggling it all is definitely possible. Your work still means something, and I hope you can see that, now that your eyes are a little clearer.

But I definitely get not being able to hold up under the stress. And when your biggest problem is one you can't fix by yourself, that you might not be able to fix at all. [She's quiet for a second.] I don't know what the right answer is with your parents. I'm... I'm really happy that you're happy with me. But like I said before, I also don't want to drive a wedge between you and your folks, beyond the one that's already there. I don't care if they reject me. I don't... I already have one set of parents that doesn't know what to do with me and doesn't really bother with me anymore. A second one wouldn't bother me. [She doesn't quite flinch again, but... there's enough of a tremble, where their hands are joined, that maybe Lisa doesn't believe that statement as much as she says she does. Not obedient enough! flickers through her mind and she ruthlessly stamps out the thought before it can distract her any further, even if it makes the shaking worse.] You, though... your parents are still important to you, Junna. I...

[She doesn't say it, but the suddenly extremely vulnerable look on her face probably communicates her thought crystal clear: Am I really worth that?]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 17

Theater Kid's March Comes in Like a Lion

Yotsuba Park, 3/5 | Open

Yumemigaoka Public Library, 3/20 | Open

Tsubaki Department Store, 3/24 | Open

Evening of 3/5 | Closed to Lisa

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject