Suzuka fretted out in the bathroom while Hisako threw up in one of the stalls. "At least your hair isn't long enough that I need to hold it back?" she called, joke falling flat between them.
Hisako heaved again, but didn't vomit up anything else. She whimpered into her arms. Was Ngeshtin-ana targeting social links, or friends, or was it just bad luck? There was no way she could have known of Hisako's crush on him, but she felt the guilt all the same. She had made him a target.
"Y-You said that that Igor guy told you that she's targeting people who could have Personas, right? So we just got to get him to make one. That shoves her out, we kic
Her mother stood—still tall, still beautiful, still intimidating—and Hisako would have taken a step back on reflex, had Dr. Arakida not followed her into the room. Her father propped himself up on his elbows in the hospital bed; Hisako had thought he'd been asleep. He looked tired and pale, but he gave her the world's most sheepish smile.
"This is not how I—" Koichi began, but the woman set a hand on his, silencing him.
"I will leave you two alone with the doctor," Renora murmured. She left before anyone could argue. Hisako watched her, unable to process her feelings beyond simple shock.
"It's, erm, not serious, his condi
"If you could have any superpower," Scott said, "what would you choose and why?"
"You know, my knee-jerk reaction is fucking flying, of all things," Ree answered with a shudder. "And I tell myself, 'you're afraid of heights and flying, dumbass', and I just don't listen. I still think it'd be cool."
"Maybe if you did it enough and knew you could catch yourself you'd like it?"
"Ehh, probably not. But I'd piss myself at thirty thousand feet or whatever cruising altitude is. That'd be a sorry surprise for someone."
"Great mental image. What would Ree's conscious mind say would be your superpower of choice?" Scott tried again, leaning over to
Saturday, June 21st, 2014
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Hisako ducked shyly into the Cooking Club. She felt awkward—alright, more than awkward—since she had only went to one meeting and afterward vanished for several weeks, but the faces inside brightened at her reappearance. Kaori insisted they sit together and even asked if she'd like to pick that day's recipe (since evidently two first-years had been bickering over it for three meetings in a row).
"Um, is a cake of some sort too complicated?" Hisako asked.
"We might be a little bored during the baking time, but we've done cakes before. What kind?" Kaori asked in return.
"A regular cake? Whateve