poooossibly looking for games. canon is hyouka!

[conserve]

[ there are several things wrong with this situation. if he wanted to, houtarou can count them all off his fingers without needing to pause for breath, but he doesn't, and so he won't, because he's been around chitanda long enough to know that, sometimes (read: all of the time), he just can't win.

(though let it be known that he's already thought of twelve.) ]

No.

[ and still, he tries! if you can call that trying, because he knows his mun, and he knows the terrible, awful, no good places she could bring him to, and he should fight for his salvation, shouldn't he? or something.

Where's the line between fighting and begging for mercy?

quickly--! what would chitanda do? ]

Please.

[ Damn, I crossed it. ]

Comments

[conserve]

[ Hell. ]

Some kind of inter-dimensional nexus. [ says all this without so much a blink of an eye. awwyeah, he cool. ]

[classicuriosity]

Is that so? Well... [just. sits down somewhere.]

[conserve]

[ he eyes her. ]

That doesn't surprise you?

[classicuriosity]

No, somehow being here isn't surprising at all, though I think it would normally be... I wonder why is that?

[conserve]

Maybe your mun has brainwashed you.

[classicuriosity]

I don't think he'll do something like that. He seems like quite the nice person, actually! [how wrong she was...]

What about yours? What is she like?

[conserve]

[ . . . ]

She reminds me of someone.

[classicuriosity]

Is that so? Is it someone I know?

[conserve]

Very well.

[classicuriosity]

Mayaka-san?

[conserve]

Nope.

[classicuriosity]

Fukube-san?

[conserve]

Wrong again.

[classicuriosity]

You?

[conserve]

Getting closer.

1/3

[classicuriosity]

[classicuriosity]

[classicuriosity]

I'm afraid no one else comes to mind...

[conserve]

[ okay. maybe she doesn't know herself all that well, after all. ]

Give it one more shot.

[classicuriosity]

[ Sorry, she just forgot about herself entirely... ]

... me?

[conserve]

Bingo.

[classicuriosity]

Just like me, huh! If you put it that way, I think my mun's a little like you, too. [more in the lazy sense really, apart from anything else.]

[conserve]

My apologies.

[classicuriosity]

Eh? Why are you apologizing?

[conserve]

To have to deal with me in your head.