imaginex: (♢ excuse)

[personal profile] imaginex 2018-06-16 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[... After a couple of seconds, a very embarrassed, miserable voice pipes up from the other side.

It sounds muffled]


I'm fine.

[Door's still locked]
vitis: (there's a pattern here)

[personal profile] vitis 2018-06-16 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's fine. ]




[ john stares. ]

Maybe she really is just... usin' the bathroom, Shuji.

[ he feels likes his brains are addled. ]
imaginex: (♢ unenthused)

[personal profile] imaginex 2018-06-16 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[John, please.

Also Shuji, don't go being sweet to her after she literally ran and hid. Her nervousness softens into guilt, and though they won't hear it with the door in the way, she sighs at her cowardice]


I'll be out in a second. Just... some green tea.

[She needs something to sooth her nerves. But yes, both of ya, just go to the kitchen while she tries not to die before then.]
vitis: (this crop made me its bitch)

[personal profile] vitis 2018-06-16 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ john lifts his hands to lace them behind his head, trying to force himself into some semblance of normalcy. he gives shuji a light nudge with his shoulder. ]

[ right. because as she preoccupied as she might be, john, like shuji, also can't blame her for wanting some... time. he turns to head to the kitchen. muffled through the door, ]

... All right. We'll be in the kitchen, then.
imaginex: (♦ flush)

[personal profile] imaginex 2018-06-16 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, as promised, given enough time and Sakura will... open the door to the bathroom, tiptoeing as she goes, and then hovering by the entrance of the kitchen. This would be a lot easier if the butterflies in her stomach would just disappear, instead of simply making room for guilt and embarrassment.

But she supposes the worst is over? Or at the very least, whatever John's answer, it's unlikely he will mock her for being a disaster. Picking at her nails, she'll very, very quietly sneak in.]


...

「 S-sorry... 」

[No, she doesn't realize she switched to Japanese. Let her rest. Also yeah uh, sorry Shuji for leaving you on the battlefield to die. She hangs her head in shame]
vitis: (blahblahvillAINOUSPLANblahblah)

[personal profile] vitis 2018-07-04 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
... That'd be nice, thanks.

[ flashing a grateful smile at shuji, his attention is quickly diverted to sakura's entry. and she's apologizing, but he feels sort of just.. struck by her reappearance. they're all together again, in the same room. he'd felt completely out of his element before, oh my god, does he pray. it's true: he... hasn't really given them an answer yet, has he. disbelief aside, it's an answer so completely obvious it almost seemed like it hadn't needed speaking.

alas, it does. he feels the redness creeping back to his face at the thought.
]

[ hands still laced behind his head, john tips his chair onto its backlegs, reminiscent of every ten-year-old seen in restaurants before they break the chair. that doesn't happen yet. ]

[ ohhhh my godddd. ]

[ he wishes he had the tea right now to busy himself with, scalding hot and all. ]

It's a ... yeah, by the way. To goin' out with you two.
imaginex: (♦ moved)

[personal profile] imaginex 2018-08-03 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
O-oh-- okay!

[Just a high pitched squeak that only dogs can probably hear, and half-muffled at the floor.

... It's probably going to take a while for that answer to really sink in or for her to stop being nervous, but Sakura has not again bolted for the door, so she's counting this as an improvement.]


That's-- we're-- yes.
vitis: (there was no making this not awful)

[personal profile] vitis 2018-10-08 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ at these reactions, john -- laughs. it is funny, in some respect, even if he wouldn't mind if the laughter were successful in covering the touch of mutual nervousness he still feels. at the very least, he stops tipping backward in his chair; this is swapped for a--nearly imperceptible--bounce of his leg as the soles of his boots connect flat to the floor again. ]

[ so what... now? he feels like the Real Romantic Thing that happens in the movies (fiction for a reason, he thinks), is then a lot of relieved smooching. alas, sort of hard to kiss three people at once. ]

[ laced as his hands are, he opts for drumming his fingers along his knuckles. ]

... Yeah.

[ ... mhm. fuck it. no way in hell is he being the first to admit he's never done anything like this "three people relationship thing." (that's the scientific term for it, probably.) ]

Me, too.

[ but that? that he's glad for this? wholly geniuine, sincere, and very much easy to admit to. ]