Herp derp, in response to a meme.
Now I'm infecting the musebox with s-link shenanigans.
Another summer visit, technically not even a summer for Yosuke anymore as he graduated. Botan, as always, seemed nonplussed about inviting him over so he finally accepted. Her room...wasn't as girly as he expected it to be, but he was paying more attention to her fixing a hole in a scarf she had apparently made.
Although given the uncomfortable look she gave him she didn't seem to appreciate the silent staring. "I didn't know you could knit," he began, grasping at straws for a topic. "That's...that's pretty cool."
"I've been knitting since fourth year," she answered flatly, not looking up from her work. "And it's not, really. It's not even that useful."
Okay, so Yosuke wasn't the smoothest operator in conversation. Or at least in conversation with Botan. She was a rather...different girl. "O-of course it's useful, you can...like, make blankets and...stuff."
No answer then. What's up with that? It's not like I can say "I like you" or someth--whoa now--definitely can't say that.
Of course not, his track record wasn't all that great; Saki hated him and Botan would probably end up hating him too if he made any feelings evident. He couldn't just stay quiet the entire time, though. "Hey, Botan?"
The girl started and dropped her needles. Good job, Yosuke... he thought, finding himself resentful of the man that stalked and struck the permanent sense of terror into his friend. "Sorry." He reached down to retrieve the needles for her but found much to his surprise that she had gotten there first. At the moment their hands were touching. "Um...y'know, Botan..." It occurred to Yosuke that he should have sat back up immediately, but some part of him didn't want to.
But he had to, it was just getting creepy. "Sorry--again. Yeah."
She didn't get up again for a moment, but when she did she looked almost guilty about something. "Don't be sorry, it's my fault."
Now that was weird, why was it her fault? "If you're talking about the getting scared thing, it's not. You can't help it." Once Yosuke said that he realized how demeaning it sounded, but she really couldn't help her reaction.
"No, it's my fault," Botan asserted, looking guiltier than ever. "These stupid feelings are--" She abruptly set down the scarf and needles on her desk and stood up. "Nothing."
Nothing?
"I'm not cut out for it," she continued. At that point it sounded entirely like she was talking about something else, much to Yosuke's confusion. "I--I l--" She then slammed her hand down on the desk, causing Yosuke to jolt and seeming to send her into some sort of odd state of panic. "I looost track of time with my knitting! You know, as long as you're here why don't we play a video game?"
"Um...'kay?"
That was really weird. Then again, weird and Botan went hand in hand; that was why he liked her...as a friend. Totally.
Another summer visit, technically not even a summer for Yosuke anymore as he graduated. Botan, as always, seemed nonplussed about inviting him over so he finally accepted. Her room...wasn't as girly as he expected it to be, but he was paying more attention to her fixing a hole in a scarf she had apparently made.
Although given the uncomfortable look she gave him she didn't seem to appreciate the silent staring. "I didn't know you could knit," he began, grasping at straws for a topic. "That's...that's pretty cool."
"I've been knitting since fourth year," she answered flatly, not looking up from her work. "And it's not, really. It's not even that useful."
Okay, so Yosuke wasn't the smoothest operator in conversation. Or at least in conversation with Botan. She was a rather...different girl. "O-of course it's useful, you can...like, make blankets and...stuff."
No answer then. What's up with that? It's not like I can say "I like you" or someth--whoa now--definitely can't say that.
Of course not, his track record wasn't all that great; Saki hated him and Botan would probably end up hating him too if he made any feelings evident. He couldn't just stay quiet the entire time, though. "Hey, Botan?"
The girl started and dropped her needles. Good job, Yosuke... he thought, finding himself resentful of the man that stalked and struck the permanent sense of terror into his friend. "Sorry." He reached down to retrieve the needles for her but found much to his surprise that she had gotten there first. At the moment their hands were touching. "Um...y'know, Botan..." It occurred to Yosuke that he should have sat back up immediately, but some part of him didn't want to.
But he had to, it was just getting creepy. "Sorry--again. Yeah."
She didn't get up again for a moment, but when she did she looked almost guilty about something. "Don't be sorry, it's my fault."
Now that was weird, why was it her fault? "If you're talking about the getting scared thing, it's not. You can't help it." Once Yosuke said that he realized how demeaning it sounded, but she really couldn't help her reaction.
"No, it's my fault," Botan asserted, looking guiltier than ever. "These stupid feelings are--" She abruptly set down the scarf and needles on her desk and stood up. "Nothing."
Nothing?
"I'm not cut out for it," she continued. At that point it sounded entirely like she was talking about something else, much to Yosuke's confusion. "I--I l--" She then slammed her hand down on the desk, causing Yosuke to jolt and seeming to send her into some sort of odd state of panic. "I looost track of time with my knitting! You know, as long as you're here why don't we play a video game?"
"Um...'kay?"
That was really weird. Then again, weird and Botan went hand in hand; that was why he liked her...as a friend. Totally.