Rachel // Turn 005

[scarletonlooker]

Characters: scarletonlooker and whoever is brave (or unfortunate) enough to kiss a loli that is really an old hag. Resultant social stigma is encouraged for lulz.
Location: Shopping District
Time: Night, late enough for it to be dark, but early enough for most everyone to be awake.
Style: Everything. Script, prose, haiku, I'll do it.
Status: Open like a fire

Comments

[whiterequiem]

Something the matter, Rachel?

[scarletonlooker]

[Rachel just shoots him a sour expression as she swats the mistletoe away.]

Of course there is. Here I was, thinking that even an imbecile like you would notice. Not that I expected mu---

[Woah. What is this weird feeling?

...

Preposterous. Rachel fights it back as her face becomes even more bitter.]

... So much for enjoying a quiet winter night. I should have taken Mr. Murphy into account...

1/2

[whiterequiem]

[Guess who the mistletoe infatuated?]

I've always wanted to tell you something, Rachel.

2/2

[whiterequiem]

I-I love you..

1/3

[scarletonlooker]

...

[The look on Rachel's face was a rare one. It was the look of being dumbstruck, and she almost was as if she was frozen. She struggles to speak.]

Wha... Wha...

2/3

[scarletonlooker]

[Her face begins to turn extremely red and her breathing becomes a bit labored to the point of almost hyperventilating.]

Wha... Wha... Whawhawhawha...

Done

[scarletonlooker]

[Out of embarrassment, she promptly throws a Tiny Lobelia at him with all her might.]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---?!

1/?? I have no idea.

[whiterequiem]

Ow...

[He regrets saying that so much it hurts. Now he can physically feel the pain.]

2/?

[whiterequiem]

Tch, so that's the way it's going to be..huh?

3/?

[whiterequiem]

Y-You mean you don't...

[Sobs.]

4/?

[whiterequiem]

I see how it is.

[He's already come to the conclusion that Rachel hates him. Sobs.]

5/?

[whiterequiem]

My life has been a lie.

6/?

[whiterequiem]

I'm sick and tired of looking at you.

[He's so heart broken.]

DONE

[whiterequiem]

Tch, do yourself a favor and get outta my sight.

1/3

[scarletonlooker]

R-Ragna...

[For some reason, she reaches out to grip his sleeve. Cue dramatic soap opera music.]

2/3

[scarletonlooker]

The... The truth is that I... E-Even though I've been hiding it for so long...

[She looks down, attempting to hide her face, which is about as red as Ragna's coat right now.]