Doki Doki Vaikuntha Club (Act 1)

[peninhand]

Who: Anyone signed-up for the plot!
When: July 27th
Where: Curti Center
What: Monika's opened a literature club and the members have to share a poem together for this event. It can be embarrassing, but there's nothing to lose!
Warnings/Notes: No warnings whatsoever! Listen to this track to enhance your poem sharing experience.

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[doodlebuginette]

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.

[sassafrisk]

"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."

[doodlebuginette]

"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.

[sassafrisk]

"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?"

[doodlebuginette]

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 is really good at reading people

[sassafrisk]

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.