maternal dealing [FIC POST]

[icyfeisty]

There's a storm brewing deep in her chest, thundering to the rattle of the monorail. Idly, Mitsuru wonders if the elderly woman draped in wrinkles beside her can hear her heart pounding against her chest. The thought is quickly dismissed as ridiculous- the transparent hearing aid is proof enough to soothe her worries. If the old woman has noticed

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[poppiesfield]

Good lord. So they just get high. Man.

I love this portrayal of Mitsuru's universe - and Minato, poor sod. A whole squad of teenagers who are high, fighting Shadows and all. Will Ken get a share too? D:

[icyfeisty]

You just know every night has to be eventful in that dorm. But uh...I just realised Fuuka doesn't exist at all in the fic.

Whoops.

[greekreaper]

/takes Mitsuru and flees forever ;A;

[icyfeisty]

You love it. Eventually I'll get to the fic on how she ended up in rehab, in a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas inspired crazy trip.