melodiesofeternity | Doki Doki Vaikuntha Club (Act 1)

[It had seemed like such a fun idea at the time. Literature club! And then it turned out that they'd be sharing poetry, which made her cringe a little. The last time she'd attempted poetry it had turned into quite an adventure. But there was no way the same thing would happen again! It would definitely be different this time.

But rather than recite her poem, she's just going to casually slide over the notebook where it's written. She'd had the option of reciting it, but in the end Marinette had decided to let people read it for themselves if they were so inclined.]

Quiet adonis
with sparkling skin
and golden hair.

Words tumbling,
feet stumbling,
all I can do is stare.

Eyes like spring,
smile like the sun,
your presence lights up the room,
banishing the gloom.

Will you ever think of me
the way I think of you?

[Poor Marinette. Not only is her poem clearly about a love of some sort (Dylas is dense, but he's not that dense), but one of her partners is the unhappiest snake person in the world.

He takes the notebook, his head lowered just a little as to try and appear a little smaller. It probably doesn't work. He's easily the largest person in the room, and having a giant tail for a body doesn't help him.]

This is...

[Cute? Embarrassing? He's not sure what he should say here. He didn't give Komaeda the time of day, but it's harder to be rude to someone so...earnest.]

I, uh. Hope it works out for you.

[He slides it back.]

[She'd been fine before, but she couldn't help feeling a little nervous once he'd taken the notebook. Why was this so hard? Maybe because she'd never really done this before. Or maybe because she'd just sort of started writing and ended up with a very obvious tribute to Adrien. Oops.]

You like it? I uh... I'm not very good at this kind of thing!

I don't...really like it, no.

[How's that for fumbling through a conversation? He sets the notebook down on the table and slides it back to her. He's careful not to touch it with his claws too hard—he doesn't want to make marks in her work.]

Ah, I mean...it's not really for me to like. This is a poem about someone you like. I understand it just fine.

That's okay.

[And not at all unexpected, if she was being completely honest. So she'll just be taking the notebook back with an amused chuckle.]

You're right! [And he had a point, she supposed.] Do you think he'd like it?

[Because Dylas certainly seems like the right person to ask for this sort of advice!]

I, uh...

[He stammers a lot. He's never been great with picking his words. But when there's a lovesick teenager sitting across from him, he has to be extra careful to pick his words, right? He's a monster. Literally. But like he told Snow White, he can't be that much of a monster.

Dammit. Kids like Marinette are making him turn soft.]

...once upon a time, if someone wrote something like that for me, I'd...probably have liked it. So...yeah. Maybe.

[She wasn't really sure if she was looking for an honest answer or if she just wanted someone to tell her that her poem was okay.]

You wouldn't like something like that now?

[Why, yes, that's the part she's going to focus on first.]

Huh?

[That's the first sound he makes, because, seriously, why did she pick up on that line of all things? He scratches his neck again, sharp nails meeting a patch of scales.]

Of course not. Monsters don't care about...anything like what you just wrote.

[She couldn't even say for sure why that was what she chose to focus on first, but there it was.

And he didn't seem entirely convinced by his own words, did he?]

You don't sound so sure about that. [Her smile is kind, though.] But that's okay! Not everyone likes poetry.

Nope. I'm sure. It's just weird to talk about, alright?

[He scoffs, trying to play it off by changing the subject.]

Poetry isn't bad all the time. It depends on who's writing it. I've read poems so pretentious that they make yours look like a literary masterpiece.

[Well, if he was going to be that way, she couldn't really argue.]

Okay! And yea, I get it.

[Not everyone liked the same things, and that was fine. Even Marinette herself hadn't yet decided how she felt about poetry, and here she was, sharing a poem anyway.]

That makes sense. [She just smiled at that.] Are you saying mine wasn't the worst thing you've ever read? [That was actually sort of comforting. Maybe.]

As soon as Marinette finishes her poem, Frisk is on the scene. Oh, honey. She clearly had it bad for someone, and luckily for her, the Flirtmaster is here to help. Clapping a hand on Marinette's shoulder, Frisk smiles mischievously and says, "Oh, honey. Sounds to me like you have an acute case of total crush syndrome, and the only cure is some excellent advice from your local love doctor." Okay, maybe they were going a bit overboard, but hey, they felt like they had to get in this kind of harmless teasing when they could.

Her eyes went a little wide as that hand landed on her shoulder and she looked up at Frisk with an odd expression. Oh dear. But Frisk was smiling, at least, so did that mean they didn't think it was ridiculous? Maybe? A girl could hope! "Is it that obvious?" She'd never really been a terribly subtle person, so sometimes she had to wonder how it was even possible that he didn't know. "Please help me, oh wise love doctor!" Frisk wasn't the only one capable of being a little ridiculous, after all. But she was genuinely curious about what they had to say.

"Hmmm... let's use my brilliant powers of deduction to figure out who the lucky mystery person is! And I'm also a love detective. Love doctor and love detective. Awesome, right?" Frisk takes a puff on an imaginary pipe, winks, and begins pacing back and forth. Chin in hand, they scrutinize the poem. "Hm... golden hair, sparkling skin, eyes like spring. That narrows it down significantly. Adonis implies that it's a guy. Considering you spent an entire stanza talking about how you have a sudden cessation of higher brain functions whenever you're around him and you decided to just kinda... hand this to me rather than recite it, there's a decent chance he's somewhere in this room. Which again narrows it down significantly. And he's probably someone around your age. So, my guess is..."

They lower their voice out of courtesy. "Agreste? Okay, yeah, you have good taste. Nice guy and a hot piece of ass. Just kidding on that last part. Maybe."

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"So you're a love doctor and a love detective. Impressive!" Actually, it was a little impressive. And she couldn't decide if she wanted Frisk to be able to figure it out or not. She'd never been particularly careful about keeping it a secret, and Adrien had never seemed to notice, so things were... Well, not great, but they were as good as they could be.

Unfortunately, the more Frisk spoke, the more it seemed like they were more observant than Adrien at the very least. It wasn't terribly surprising, but she still couldn't help feeling slightly worried. "Is it that obvious?" As if there was ever any doubt. "Yea, he's very nice." And she's just going to casually ignore that phrasing, Frisk, though her face does turn a little red despite herself.

"I mean, I haven't really seen you two together, so I can't vouch for what you're like when you're around him..." Frisk taps the notebook the poem is written on, smiling mischievously, "but if it's as bad as you make it out to be, then any gossipmonger worth their salt would spot your little crush in an instant. Plus anybody with half a brain and decent critical thinking skills that reads this could probably put it together."

They hand the notebook back to Marinette discretely. "Now, I'm guessing you get all tongue-tied whenever you talk to him because you can't stop worrying about what if he finds out and rejects you and your mind goes to all sorts of dark places and/or super happy fluffy fantasies when it should be focusing on not making a complete fool out of yourself. Am I right?"

Maybe it was a good thing that Frisk had never actually seen her around Adrien, because she turned into a spazz most of the time. It was somehow a little less ridiculous since they'd come here, and she wasn't entirely sure what to make of that. Maybe it was just the shock of being in an entirely new world, or maybe she was slowly getting better. She hoped it was the latter. "It's not as bad lately," she pointed out.

But it wasn't like she was terribly subtle in the first place.

She took the notebook back when they handed it over and tucked it away. And she was about to thank Frisk for handing it back, but then they kept talking and she just sort of stared. "Yea... something like that."

Frisk looks at Marinette, lips pursed. They could help, but... well, meddling was fun, but only if meddling didn't mean burning valuable bridges. "Alright, Mari. Serious mode. Do you actually want my help? I joked about it before, but chances are, I can at least set you up on a date with Adrien." They hold up a single finger, opening their eyes all the way and meeting Marinette stare for stare. "If you agree, you are giving me carte blanche to do what I need to do. On your head be the consequences." Frisk does seem serious. They're always earnest, but they're not playing it up to add to their goofy persona now. This was clearly something that had been bothering their friend for a little while, and they genuinely want to help out however they can.

[Papyrus takes the poem and skims it immediately, and... oh! Oho! Ohohoho.

There's a grin, a bit of a chuckle, though not a mocking one.]

GASP!!! COULD IT BE? DO MY EYE SOCKETS DECEIVE ME, OR DO YOU HARBOR AFFECTIONS FOR SOMEBODY?

[Oh, how exciting! Love is a very positive thing, after all!]

[She wasn't sure what to expect when Papyrus wandered over to read her poem, but it certainly hadn't been all of that. Her eyes went a little wide as he started to speak and she just stared up at him.]

It's fiiine, Papyrus!

[No... why is he so loud? It wasn't even a new thing, but now it just seemed like a genuine issue. What if someone heard him? What if Adrien heard him?]

It's uh... just a poem~

[He blinks a few times, head slightly tilted.]

ARE YOU SURE? I, FOR ONE, THINK SUCH PASSION IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF! AH, TO BE IN LOVE... THAT WARM, FLUTTERY FEELING THAT I ASSUME IS WHAT HAPPENS BUT AM NOT ENTIRELY SURE FOR I HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED IT MYSELF.

BUT I DIGRESS!

Doki Doki Vaikuntha Club (Act 1)

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Frisk is really good at reading people

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