I Gotta Get Outta Here [Active/Open]
Characters: Naoto Shirogane and Mio Amakura
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Day 017
Summary: Naoto escapes from the closet after an encounter with Yosuke. The detective has been traumatized. Enter Mio.
Warnings: A lot of awkward. XD;;
What did she do? What just happened? How did that happen?
Naoto's feet carried her as fast as they were able. The only thing on her mind was getting as far away from that closet as possible. Out of sight out of mind. She didn't want to think about what just trasnpired. She didn't want to think about the feeling of being so physically close to someone, or about his hands tugging at her hair, or the way his lips felt against-
No. No, no, no. She didn't want to think about it. That was Yosuke. Naoto knew for certain that she harbored no such feelings toward him. She knew that was a mistake, but how did it happen? HOW?
Even though she currently had no interest in food, she found herself heading to the kitchen. She just wanted to be as far away from that closet (and Yosuke) as she possibly could. Naoto grabbed onto the nearest counter top and collapsed on it,her cheeks still a furious shade of red. She slowly oozed down to the ground clutching Yosuke's abandoned headphones in her hand, not bothering to attempt to smooth out the wrinkles on her clothing, fix the lopsided tilt of her hat, or smooth out her frazzled looking hair.
For once, her meticulous appearance didn't matter and that alone was saying more than she ever could.
Setting: Blue Kitchen
Time: Day 017
Summary: Naoto escapes from the closet after an encounter with Yosuke. The detective has been traumatized. Enter Mio.
Warnings: A lot of awkward. XD;;
What did she do? What just happened? How did that happen?
Naoto's feet carried her as fast as they were able. The only thing on her mind was getting as far away from that closet as possible. Out of sight out of mind. She didn't want to think about what just trasnpired. She didn't want to think about the feeling of being so physically close to someone, or about his hands tugging at her hair, or the way his lips felt against-
No. No, no, no. She didn't want to think about it. That was Yosuke. Naoto knew for certain that she harbored no such feelings toward him. She knew that was a mistake, but how did it happen? HOW?
Even though she currently had no interest in food, she found herself heading to the kitchen. She just wanted to be as far away from that closet (and Yosuke) as she possibly could. Naoto grabbed onto the nearest counter top and collapsed on it,her cheeks still a furious shade of red. She slowly oozed down to the ground clutching Yosuke's abandoned headphones in her hand, not bothering to attempt to smooth out the wrinkles on her clothing, fix the lopsided tilt of her hat, or smooth out her frazzled looking hair.
For once, her meticulous appearance didn't matter and that alone was saying more than she ever could.