[Closed] Another Persona Redux

[pishirogane]

Who: Kanji Tatsumi, Naoto Shirogane, Futaba Sakura, Ren Amamiya, Makoto Niijima, and Morgana
When: June 20th
Where: B-02
What: Past and Future are present and have been summoned together
Warnings/Notes: Might be spoilers depending on how conversations go

Refreshments? Served.

Seating? Prepared.

Bodies present? Six.

Discussion? Yet to be underway as looks were exchanged between those present, mental considerations on what should be said first, and the details that would follow. Things would probably not happen in any exact order, but it was time to get this all aired out.

"... We should begin with proper introductions I believe... considering we were attempting to keep things under wraps before." Naoto doesn't think anyone was completely out of the loop by now save Morgana or Mona - which ever name the cat wanted to use right now - but it would be an icebreaker before delving into the more important facts.

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[pishirogane]

There's something obviously going on for them - perhaps at different moments in which they all come from. That was just the problem with time travel, wasn't it? 'Everything works out' huh... Hopefully...

"You're welcome."

She had to blink at Ren's suggestion.

"While that would be accurate if we were both from your points in time, you don't need to refer to either of us as 'Senpai' here." That would be far too strange. Also, she didn't know if she was ready to be referred to as 'Senpai'. Looking from the box to Kanji, and then to Futaba, Naoto nodded. "Yes. Also, take it as a small token of apology from myself. I could probably do with being less... uptight."

[promiselisting]

Futaba does let herself be folded up into a hug, even leaning into it a bit. A lot of Makoto's reassurances sort of.... need Futaba to trust her on them. Trust that Makoto isn't hiding something unpleasant that Futaba deserved to know, whether to avoid upsetting her or hurting Futaba's own future or both.

It'd be a lie to say that Futaba was able to immediately do so without reservations. She'd had far too long a period of her life where she felt like she couldn't trust anybody but Sojiro. Still. Still. After all the things Makoto herself had done to help, both back home and here in Vaikuntha... Futaba nods, slowly.

The reassurance is admittedly tempered a bit as Ren pulls his hand out of hers. Given how tightly she'd been clinging, that wasn't exactly a simple task, and impossible to ignore. It sounds a warning note in the back of her mind. Why was her key item de-equipping himself? Why was he putting himself back in her inventory? Why wasn't he saying anything to all that? Just... glossing over what Naoto had said, to completely disregarding what she and Makoto had been talking about. She'd been worried before, but she's certain now.

Something's wrong with Ren. What she isn't certain about is what to do about it. What to say.

And before she can try to figure it out, Kanji's back and they're talking about- things? Something about titles and honorifics, stuff she doesn't normally bother with anyway except for Kana, and- oh.

Oh.

"For... for me?" her voice sounds... confused and distant to her own ears. She'd normally be feeling a lot more things about this. A lot different things too. But now she's just feeling almost kind of... numb? Like a computer that's running so many programs it just freezes up.

Still, she glances back over towards Makoto for a moment before easing herself out of the hug to tug the present over. Her fingers are a bit jittery, so it takes a bit of time and fumbling, but she does get the paper off. And the box open. And she just... stares at the box's contents. Despite the overwhelming maelstrom of emotions she's having trouble being able to process at the moment, her face does flush a bit.

She's. Never had anybody do something quite like this for her before. Certainly nobody that wasn't Sojiro or her mom, at least.

[masqueraid]

He caught the red in Kanji's cheeks at the mention of the change in honorific— a tidbit that Ren would tuck away for later, with a light chuckle. There was a Naoto's response to it, he had been mostly trying to lighten the mood really.

But in his need to try and change the channel on his mind's eye— he'd failed to catch some of the signals that Futaba was giving off. Shit. There's a quiet, "Ah..." as he shifts, then lifts himself up from where he'd been sitting.

It really was a lot to take in, wasn't it? And that gift that the two of them had given her... well, it's hard not for him to look down at the sight of it even just a little fondly. Futaba... look at the friends you've made. She really had come so far...

But— just in case that was more than a little overwhelming, "Why don't we take a break? Anyone for a cup of coffee?"

[promiselisting]

Yeah. Yeah a break sounded good. Thank you so much, Ren. She was... pretty sure she needed to go collect herself too, before the coffee got there so she didn't start crying messily into her own cup or something. Placing both hands on the table, she stands up, rather abruptly, voice still a little stiff.

"B-bathroom."

She knows where it was though, and immediately stumbles her way out from between chairs to flee to it. Then, halfway there, she stops, turns right around and goes back to the table. She very deliberately lifts the Carbuncle puppet from the box, hugging it to her like a stuffed animal.

And then she bolts properly this time. Give her a minute. Or five.

[topgun_textiles]

He'd nodded- of course it was for her. Had her name on the box and everything. Kanji couldn't help but lean in a bit as she opened it and he was so sure that everything on Futaba's face was a good thing. Everything had gone quiet, and for just a moment he wondered if maybe he was missing something. Should they have waited, or-

"Huh? Oh- coffee sounds good. Thanks." Oh thank fuck. Okay, so they didn't screw it up somehow.

...And Futaba needed to go to the bathroom. And needed the carbuncle to go with her. That's fine, a puppet could be a bathroom buddy too if you needed the company. Usually you'd need a book or something.

"So I'm- I'm gonna guess she doesn't hate it! Right?"

[pishirogane]

Naoto sat by, keeping her face neutral despite being worried internally. It was difficult to say if Futaba would like to puppet, or would've been happier with something else. Though, what something else could be, Naoto didn't know. Maybe something more robotic looking instead of fluffy?

"... Yes, coffee would be appreciated."

Her voice cut somewhat near the end when Futaba stood to go to the bathroom... but then returned and took the carbuncle doll with her. To say she was confused was a bit of an understatement. Blinking, she looked back at Ren, Morgana, and Makoto.

[masqueraid]

There's a quiet, "Hn," as Ren seems to chuckle to himself as Futaba doubles back for the gift. Making his way over to the kitchen, he got his brew started, thinking of how best to explain what was going on.

"I think it's safe to say she's added a new key item to her inventory," and yes, he seems to be perfectly serious when he says it, though he's smiling. Adjusting his glasses, they start to take on some of the steam as the water he's keeping an eye on comes to a boil.

"She may just need a few minutes but, as you saw..." Bathroom buddy, indeed. Heh.