fifty-nine.
[Private/Room 416 filter]
[ After a long birthday, spent mostly in the company of good friends, and a few busy days playing catch-up on some other things? Yukiko feels as if she's truly returning to her room for the first time in days. It hasn't been too bad, all told - there's not anyone that she'd had encounters with that she'd say she didn't truly mind kissing except for maybe Gino - so all told? The holiday's strangeness is just another thing she's letting roll off her back. She rides the elevator up in contentment, alone, humming quietly under her breath.
When she reaches her room, however, there's a neatly-bound pile of books awaiting her. Closer inspection reveals a nicely-written note from Souji, wishing her a happy birthday in that tone and pleasantness he recalls from Inaba.
She stares at the note for some time, chewing her lip and re-reading it, before leaning to pick up the books and head into her room, leaving the door open. They're set down on her desk and filtered through; each one is something different about how to run a business, manage your employees, and all that good stuff. She sighs to herself, note still in hand as she runs her fingers through her hair. ]
Souji...even up until the end, you were still thinking of us. Something like this...hmm. I guess you were still the person I remember, despite everything.
[ She'd seen the announcement, of course, and spent the day pushing through her troubled thoughts. Yukiko takes a seat on the edge of her bed, head bowed slightly. ] ...I still can't forgive you for this- even if you had your reasons, you still hurt...still killed Chie, and that's completely unforgivable. But now, maybe...
[ Another sigh, and she flops back onto her bed, hair fanning out about her. Coming out from the bathroom, Koto trots over to her, sitting at her feet with affectionate panting. ] It's all so confusing, and everyone I'd go to about it is either not here, or far too mixed up in it. Even Father Abel's so busy...I feel like I should regret this. But I don't- he didn't deserve to be forgiven.
[ Koto yips, and Yukiko lets herself relax a second before sitting up, scratching at her dog's head. A smile graces her expression, warm and loving. ] But now...maybe I can begin to think about it. It's not like it'll matter once we go home, after all: you won't even remember you did it if you show up again.
Hm...what do you think, Koto? Will he be the same Souji who did those things, or an entirely new Souji? [ Yip yip all yo yens is the response she gets, and Yukiko chuckles quietly, scruffing at his fur. ] You're right, it's silly to think about it. I've just got to do what I've always been doing...take it one day at a time, and do things at my own pace. Now, though, even if I never forgive him...I feel like I can begin to let it go and remember the Souji I used to know.
[ She pushes off the bed and plops down on the floor, propped up against the side of the bed so her dog can come up and truly get cuddles. ] Mm. Good idea, Koto. You're so smart.
[ Door's still open, too, so anyone walking by the fourth floor - or the window, really - will see her on the floor playing with the dog, looking more content than she has in quite some time. This time? Things really could begin to get better. ]
[ After a long birthday, spent mostly in the company of good friends, and a few busy days playing catch-up on some other things? Yukiko feels as if she's truly returning to her room for the first time in days. It hasn't been too bad, all told - there's not anyone that she'd had encounters with that she'd say she didn't truly mind kissing except for maybe Gino - so all told? The holiday's strangeness is just another thing she's letting roll off her back. She rides the elevator up in contentment, alone, humming quietly under her breath.
When she reaches her room, however, there's a neatly-bound pile of books awaiting her. Closer inspection reveals a nicely-written note from Souji, wishing her a happy birthday in that tone and pleasantness he recalls from Inaba.
She stares at the note for some time, chewing her lip and re-reading it, before leaning to pick up the books and head into her room, leaving the door open. They're set down on her desk and filtered through; each one is something different about how to run a business, manage your employees, and all that good stuff. She sighs to herself, note still in hand as she runs her fingers through her hair. ]
Souji...even up until the end, you were still thinking of us. Something like this...hmm. I guess you were still the person I remember, despite everything.
[ She'd seen the announcement, of course, and spent the day pushing through her troubled thoughts. Yukiko takes a seat on the edge of her bed, head bowed slightly. ] ...I still can't forgive you for this- even if you had your reasons, you still hurt...still killed Chie, and that's completely unforgivable. But now, maybe...
[ Another sigh, and she flops back onto her bed, hair fanning out about her. Coming out from the bathroom, Koto trots over to her, sitting at her feet with affectionate panting. ] It's all so confusing, and everyone I'd go to about it is either not here, or far too mixed up in it. Even Father Abel's so busy...I feel like I should regret this. But I don't- he didn't deserve to be forgiven.
[ Koto yips, and Yukiko lets herself relax a second before sitting up, scratching at her dog's head. A smile graces her expression, warm and loving. ] But now...maybe I can begin to think about it. It's not like it'll matter once we go home, after all: you won't even remember you did it if you show up again.
Hm...what do you think, Koto? Will he be the same Souji who did those things, or an entirely new Souji? [ Yip yip all yo yens is the response she gets, and Yukiko chuckles quietly, scruffing at his fur. ] You're right, it's silly to think about it. I've just got to do what I've always been doing...take it one day at a time, and do things at my own pace. Now, though, even if I never forgive him...I feel like I can begin to let it go and remember the Souji I used to know.
[ She pushes off the bed and plops down on the floor, propped up against the side of the bed so her dog can come up and truly get cuddles. ] Mm. Good idea, Koto. You're so smart.
[ Door's still open, too, so anyone walking by the fourth floor - or the window, really - will see her on the floor playing with the dog, looking more content than she has in quite some time. This time? Things really could begin to get better. ]