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JULY TEST DRIVE MEME

JULY 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to July's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: JUDGEMENT HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Violence, possible gore, intense nightmares, possible death, religion, slow suffocation, melting skin, throat trauma, fire
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Prompt Three
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

STICKS AND STONES

Anyone who has been to school in Deerington likely knows about the possessed bathroom walls by now. The writing blasting your deepest and darkest fears, your best kept secrets, always manifesting the worst parts of yourself. It starts off slow, and grows, and grows... Anyone who looks at the wall only sees rumors about themselves, usually, but lately, people have started to be able to see rumors being written about other people. The writing slowly starts to leak out of the bathroom, starting to spread on the school walls and lockers. Eventually, it starts to spread out into the town itself.

Writing and drawings start to show up around town. It seems like they're exposing peoples worst memories, their darkest actions, but anyone who reads the writing about themselves will see that Deerington has taken a few liberties to make it seem even worse. Did you kill someone in self-defense? The wall will describe how you did it in cold blood. Or maybe you accidentally broke someone's heart? Everyone will read how you manipulated, lied, and destroyed the emotions of an innocent person. Eventually, it will start to make things up that may have never actually happened, but when it's mixed in with all the stories that hold a grain of truth, how can anyone tell the difference?

People will find themselves compelled to believe the rumors, no matter how well they know the person they're written about. Some people might even find themselves tempted to add to the rumors with writings of their own.

You can not scrub the writing off the wall, but it can be covered up or scratched out by markers and paint. The rumors will just write themselves back in within 24 hours, but at least you might be able to stop people from seeing the worst bits about your personality if you're quick enough.

MAY BREAK MY BONES

People will start to find themselves getting exceptionally tired as of late. Even those who don't normally sleep, or normally can't physically sleep, will still find themselves drifting off into whatever equivalent their body can manage. Maybe you curl up on the sofa for a little nap or you're crawling into bed at the end of a long day or you could even just stretch out in the park to get a little shut eye.

No matter where or when you fall asleep, it will be extremely restless. Nightmarish, even.

You "wake up" in a room with a large climbing wall in front of you and nothing but darkness underneath. You aren't alone; the person beside you seems to have just woken up here as well. Maybe it's a friend, maybe it's a stranger, but you're both going to want to take in your surroundings before you get to any kind of chit chat. You can tell you're dreaming, but it all feels, looks, and smells so real. The scent of rust, metal, and blood fill your senses to an overwhelming degree. If you usually rely on powers, you'll find that they aren't working here. You'll also find out quickly just how mortal you may have become.

The large wall is littered with traps. Spikes that shoot out of the wall, ready to skewer the unfortunate person in front of them. Large bear traps will snap shut, just the right height to cut off a persons head at the neck. Random large bouts of fire and sudden puffs of acidic gas that can melt skin. It's hard to tell what triggers each space or if it's entirely random, but you'll need to move quickly in order to avoid all the death traps that are awaiting you.

Especially once the wall starts to deteriorate in front of you. You have to start climbing. Now. You have to move quickly to avoid the wall falling apart while you're climbing it. If it catches up to you, you'll fall into the darkness below, eventually hitting the sharp rocks at the bottom. If you get injured by one of the traps, you'll find that you can really feel it. You'll bleed the same way you would have if you had been injured in real life— even if you don't normally bleed or feel pain at all.

If you climb fast enough and make it to the top of the wall, there will be a door waiting for you. Walk through and you'll wake up wherever you fell asleep. If you sustained any injuries, you'll find that they've been reflected on your body. Hopefully they weren't fatal. Those who don't have human bodies will still find gashes in their bodies where the injuries may have been sustained in their dreams.

Should you die in the dream? You'll die in real life. The body of someone who dies within the dream will suddenly convulse before turning to the same purple dust that all the other bodies in Deerington do before they're reincarnated a week later.

BUT WORDS STILL HURT LIKE HELL

Sometimes when you wake up from your nightmare realms, you won't be in your bed or on your couch. You'll find instead that you're stuck in a confessional booth, even if it means you've been resized to fit in the small space. There's someone on the other side of the screen, but it's not a priest; it's another Sleeper. You're both trapped, the doors refusing to open, and no amount of physical strength or destructive power will make a dent on the walls. The only way out... is to confess.

And you can't just confess any old thing; it has to be something that has been weighing on your mind for some time. Maybe a memory that fills you with guilt, or admittance to an unrequited love, or a deep desire to hurt someone... Anything that's been keeping you up at night, causing tension inside of you. It's your chance to really get things off your chest.

The longer you take to confess, the more dangerous things will become. The air seems to be slowly being sucked out from the confessional booth, slowly suffocating whoever is sitting inside. Even if you don't normally rely on air, you'll start to find yourself choking. It's like your very life force is being sucked out of you. The more you talk, the easier it becomes to breathe, and once you've both finished? The doors will simply unlock.

When you exit the booth, you'll find yourself inside the Deerington church. Turn around and you'll find there is no booth in sight. Guess it's time to just head home.

Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.

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[Atsushi wakes in a silent panic. His senses are immediately sharp and taking in his new surroundings. A small space, a foreign scent, unsettling silence, and a locked door. The sound of Inaba struggling with her door initially drives Atsushi to fear someone is about to come through his door.

Her words, close but behind a wall, ground him. He gets to his feet and checks the door to his own side of the booth; Lightly (and politely,) at first. Then increasingly more desperate on the next three tries. His mind is just beginning to grasp the situation when Inaba's voice is snuffed. Keen hearing recognizes that her silence isn't voluntary and he switches gears: No longer trying to get out of his room, but trying to break into hers.]

Hey! Are you okay over there?!

[He throws his weight against the wall between them. With every attempt to break down the wall, Atsushi is using up his own oxygen supply.]

[ That voice-

No, she shouldn't get her hopes up. It's probably a figment of her imagination. And if it's not, the chances of it being one that she knows are slim to none. She knows that it's probably futile to speak much, so her eyes frantically glance around, in hopes that she could find something that could help her.

But of course not.

So instead of replying with actual words, she uses her hand to knock on the wall, to show him at the very least, she's listening, even if she is very much struggling. ]

[He hears her knock and realizes it's because she literally can't speak. The thinning air on his side is also beginning to register with him. Atsushi goes from calling that she 'please hang on!' and blindly reassuring her that he'll 'definitely get you out of there!' to his own suffocating silence.

It makes him angry. He was so careless that he wasted his strength banging on the wall, instead of thinking up a proper way to save her. Even as he's struggling to breath, Atsushi claws desperately at the wall. There has to be some way to break it down! But even then... There's no air on his side either. They would only end up dying as a pair.]

... I- 'm -- here! [He calls as best he can. It's not much; Just a pathetic shout, starving for air and volume. But Atsushi doesn't want this stranger to think his silence meant he left her. He hasn't given up yet, even as his lungs feel ready to call it quits.

Think, think. This isn't real, right? It's a nightmare. And like the rest of this town, it runs on nightmare logic. The way to get air back into her side of the booth isn't to beat holes in it. There's something else at play.]

[ She's trying so desperately to hold onto as much of her breath as she possibly can, but she she knows all too well that's an exercise in futility. But it's when she hears him clawing at the wall, and how he shouts at her in such a way that she finds herself reeling, her eyes wet with tears that surprise her.

No.

She can't go through this again.

Not again. Definitely not again!! She doesn't want a repeat of the last two times-!!

So, she'll struggle. Even if it's an exercise in futility, even if she's useless, even if she fails because of course - Of course she would! In a nightmare, this is one of the things she fears the most about.

Please, god - whoever's there - just give her a chance to say a few words! Just enough! ]

Co - Confess, sins -

[ Her words are breathy and struggling and full of tears between each syllable, as if she's been crying for a while, and she has, to the point where her shoulders are trembling.

Only two more words.

Please, mouth, move- ]

It's okay...!

[He'd been prepared to do just about anything to save her. Stranger or not, Atsushi was ready to shed any amount of blood, sweat, tears-- Whatever the world wants, he'll do it. Just let her breath! Don't let someone die in front of him like this!

But her suggestion is on a list that Atsushi never knew he had: A list of things he doesn't want to do. Being judged for his sins is hard enough. Putting them in words? That would suffocate him even without confessional booth nightmares--

Oh. But that's what this is. His surroundings make sense now, as does the nightmare situation they're trapped in. If he hesitates any longer, they may both die. And that frightens Atsushi worse than any words that might leave his mouth.]

I- I hurt people! [It's easier to breath already. Not that Atsushi is completely aware of that; Physically breathing may be easier, but his chest feels worse from guilt. He presses his hands against the wall, fingernails digging into its surface. And it hits him, with a degree of horror, that he could have hurt himself trying to bring down the wall. Atsushi doesn't normally think about that, but it's different in this nightmare; His regeneration inflicts his wounds on the people near him now.

He could have hurt this stranger.]

I hurt people by being here... I almost hurt you.

[At least he can breath again. Atsushi falls silent, other than desperate attempts to soothe his burning lungs.]

[ It's not her first time in a confessional booth, which is why that's the first suggestion that comes to mind. She can still remember the words she said back then, how she would force herself to appeal to an audience by wearing her school uniform.

By trying to convince herself that she's okay.

"And, also... I told him that I was a monster."

Which is why when she opens her mouth, knowing that he can't be the only one to tell the truth. She'd be a hypocrite - not to mention that's not how it works, here. But she knew that if she heard his words, she'd be fine.

Because...

She could easily forgive him, after all. ]

No...

[ Her voice is small at first, but still shaky from the tears that kept on flowing down the sides of her face. ]

I got scared.

[ She manages to steady her voice as it becomes easier to talk, easier to breathe with her words. Because she isn't making excuses anymore. She's speaking her sins. ]

I'm a coward - someone who can barely do anything. My friends, they say I'm smart. That I'm the analytical one. And I have to be... because I'm not like them. I don't have powers, like they all do.

No, that's wrong. I chose not to use the ability I was given, in that world. Because I was always disgusted by them. Because I thought that the moment I'd use it, I'd be less than human.

There are times when I'd still think... that I'm a monster, because eventually I did use the ability I was given. And - I was given a new one. One that I could use to help people, to help someone who was struggling to control their ability. That's not all.

I -

[...]

I've seen many people die before, in front of my eyes. And... there were times when I just felt nothing. Where I couldn't do anything but watch, and I didn't shed a single tear. Not because I wasn't well acquainted with them - that was true in some cases, but rather... the fact that I could watch people die so impassively, like they were just some characters on a television screen...

That was the most terrifying thing that I've ever felt.

[ The very second she finishes those words, she can hear the click of something unlock and that's enough to take her breath away once again - but this time, in relief. ]

[Atsushi listens and catches his breath. There is so much on this girl's mind and heart, and while he does not understand every confession he does understand the guilt. He isn't always the most in tune to the emotions of others, sometimes missing subtleties because he's had few chances to hone his empathy. But in this moment, he at least grasps sympathy.

When the doors click open, Atsushi doesn't immediately turn his head towards it. He's still facing the dividing wall, focused more on Inaba than his potential escape. If he does move to test his door, it'll only be because he heard Inaba move first. He won't leave and risk her being alone. Not when saying all of that must have left her feeling very vulnerable.

Before either of them can leave, Atsushi does speak up;]

I used to... dislike [hate, fear,] my ability too. And...

[And the last thing she said... It reminds him of when he talked to Mother Superior. The way she talked about driving the people here to kill each other. It sounds like someone pushed this girl into a horrible situation as well. Atsushi can't hate someone whose only sin is surviving an awful situation. But it still makes his blood boil to think she escaped one sad world and will now be tormented by Mother Superior in another. He imagines how that horrible woman might even delight in dredging up Inaba's guilt and weaponizing this way.]

We're alive. Sometimes, that's the best choice we can make.

[He almost ends it there.

But being in a confessional, compared to the image of that nun in a gas mask... He clenches his fist. He doesn't want Inaba's courageous confession used to hurt her later.]

It may not be my place, but if I'm allowed... I forgive you.

[ She's someone who used to be an ordinary person, but had all of that ripped away in a single moment.

And just saying all of that, admitting this much was difficult on her. Especially given the many rumors that had been spilling out earlier about her. It's been way too long since she's felt like she's laid herself bare like that, revealed her weaknesses like they were scars that she covered up with proverbial bandages.

The words he speaks just tempt to shatter her heart even further.

No, don't say that-!! She doesn't want to hear it. She also doesn't want to walk out of here and either know that this was just some illusion, or that he's real - because she's all too keenly aware that this is a continuation of a nightmare.

So she doesn't say anything as she tries to scramble to the confessional door, now unlocked, focusing in on herself.

She has to choose. She doesn't know if he'd chase after her. A part of her asks, 'why would he?' He doesn't know her after all. But a part of her wants him to. Ha, how selfish can she get...?

Her decision is made.

She switches her nullification on, trying to keep herself as quiet as she can, evening out her breathing so that it's not as shaky, so it isn't ringing so loudly in her own ears.

Count to three, she thinks to herself internally, taking a deep breath in and out before reaching out to the door and immediately trying to bolt out, to run as far as she possibly can. Even if that might be an exercise in futility, given just how aware she is of Atsushi's ability. But hell if she isn't going to try. ]

[He said that! No one once claimed that Atsushi was great at tough emotions.

Hearing her scramble, Atsushi follows her lead to the door. He doesn't understand why she seems to be in such a rush. Not at first, anyway. Maybe she's afraid they'll be locked in again? He opens his own confessional booth door, thoughts caught on her and her well-being. He'd like to make sure that she's okay; That she's not crying, or injured from beating the door, or otherwise hurt by the experience. Maybe they can exchange names too? And he can thank her for figuring out the confessional booth's trick.

But instead of both exiting and turning to face each other, the girl makes a break for it.

Atsushi is confused. Inaba will get a partial head start, as it takes Atsushi at least a second to process what's happening. His instinct is then to chase after her, reaching out to grab her arm; No WereTiger needed. He wouldn't have used his Ability to hunt down a girl anyway.]

Wait! What's wrong-?!

[But when things click in his mind, moments after his reflexive actions, Atsushi will loosen any grip that he has. His confession rings in his head, with a sharp voice nailing it into the forefront of his consciousness. "I hurt people!" and "I almost hurt you." are very good reasons to run away from him. He wonders if what she saw on the other side of the confessional booth was a caged monster, about to be set free.

So any grip is released with a guilty expression. Atsushi takes a step back, even when he expects she'll keep running. Knowing there isn't much time before she disappears, he bows and calls after her;]

Thanks for your help, miss!

[ Well, it isn't as if she has much in way of stamina to begin with, so she doesn't manage to run too far without running out of breath, hanging her head. Her eyes are wet with tears, puffy and red.

She keeps her head hung and bites her lower lip because being called 'miss' is an immediate confirmation of her thoughts.

Ahh...

The self loathing seems to increase for a few moments before speaking up in a soft, fragile voice. ]

You shouldn't thank me, A-

[ She stops herself in the midst of that sentence, shaking her head. ]

[As Atsushi rises, he expects that she may have left. He wouldn't have blamed her. His confession did imply that he was a danger to her safety and it's only logical to get away from that kind of person. And yet, he lifts his head and sees that she's chosen to stay.

Maybe he should feel bad. Maybe he should explain how his warped healing works, let her know of the risks, and accept his karma. But instead, his shoulders relax and he looks briefly relieved---

And then whoops. He sees those tears and tenses up all over again. This time with concern and while searching his pockets for a handkerchief. Which pocket did he put that in?]

Not at all-- I mean. Wait. Yes, I should be thanking you. [He manages to retrievehis handkerchief, glad that he hasn't lost it. This was expensive; It's got a rabbit stitched into the thin white fabric. He'd bought it thinking of Kyouka, then remembered he can't give it to her.

Now, he holds it out to Inaba. Her face looks painfully sad and he knows he has no words to fix it. This is the best he can do.]

I wasn't using my head. If you hadn't gotten the words out, we might have... [Right. Death is a sensitive topic in general, but he now knows it's especially hard for Inaba. He wonders how she must have felt when faced with watching another stranger die. The thought drives him to hold the handkerchief out more firmly.]

Thank you. Really. Here.

[ Oh, thank god, he hadn't noticed her mistake. Or if he has, he isn't calling her out on it. Giving herself a moment to compose herself, she takes the handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Immediately trying to wipe her eyes with it and making sure that she wipes away all the tears before she calms herself down, her shoulders steadying. ]

I was almost afraid that I couldn't say anything - I'd been in a confession booth before. I didn't think that it would work, but... guess it did.

[He keeps a close eye on her, unsure of what else to do. Atsushi doesn't know much about comforting others and he's too worried about hurting her worse to stumble through an attempt.]

I wouldn't have thought of it without your help. [At least, he doesn't credit himself with the possibility.] You really saved us both.

[She seems slightly better. At least her tears can be cleared up and her posture is more steady. Atsushi peeks over his shoulder and notices that the booth is gone, but quickly puts it out of his mind too. Good. There's no chance of it swallowing them up again. Doesn't mean he likes being in the church.]

Let's go outside. Are you okay to walk? [They did nearly suffocate to death. It wouldn't be a sign of weakness if she wasn't feeling great on her feet.]

... Don't see me as some sort of savior, though. I'm not that at all.

[ She says the words in a way that's rather melancholic, her eyes not exactly meeting his own as she holds out the handkerchief to return it to him. ]

I'll be fine. I'm not someone to worry over.

[It seems rude to say he doesn't see her as a savior, so Atsushi keeps that to himself. He does tone down his gratefulness, if only because it seems to make her uncomfortable. Her second statement, however, can't be ignored.]

... I didn't mean to be insulting. [He decides that's a safe way to start,] Being worried about isn't bad. It's a bit helpful in this place, I think.

[But maybe this hypocrite should shut up? Not because he recognizes his hypocrisy, but because he doesn't want to upset Inaba further. That's the opposite of what he wants, actually.

Atsushi accepts the handkerchief and pockets it again.] Let's go?

... You shouldn't.

[ Now that she's managed to pull herself together, her voice is a little more stern and serious. Insist that he doesn't worry about her, if only for her own personal protection.

Time to put her walls back up. ]

But - yeah. We should probably haul ass.

[Oh, she sounds real upset. Atsushi hesitates, catching an argument on his tongue. It isn't his place to 'correct' her. After her confession, he realizes that Inaba has been through a lot. There's a reason behind this insistence... Until he understands it better, he doesn't want to disrespect her decision. What she's saying may be her way of surviving.]

Mm. [With that simple answer, Atsushi leads the way out of the church. He stops at the doors, testing them nervously and then gladly throwing both open. The sunshine and fresh air are a welcome contrast to the musty old building. Atsushi waits for Inaba to leave first, then follows after her.]

Where are you going from here? [He tries and fails to curb any concern in his voice. The effort to respect her is more of a struggle.]

Maybe we could walk part way? For convenience? [For the sake of him transparently worrying about her?]

[ She follows behind him in a lame attempt to wall up all of the emotions in her voice and expression. If anything, she can keep it all as indifferent as she possibly can. If she can do that, she can easily mask all the unnecessary worry and concern that she has for someone that she potentially knows way too much about.

Out of habit, she takes out her phone and stares at the blank screen for a moment, as if it would give her answers.

It doesn't, of course.

It's just a powered off phone.

But then he asks her a few questions, and finds herself shrugging. ]

Anywhere away from here.

[ "Part way", he says, and she can feel herself wanting to beg for him not to leave her alone, but instead she just answers, cooly enough to hide the tremble. ]

I don't really care either way.

[Perhaps it is lucky, then, that Atsushi's unspoken wish is also to walk her more than "part way" home. He doesn't know how to read someone who walls up their emotions; He may notice cracks and he may understand there is a wall, but he can't see over it. Not immediately. All he knows to do is to be nearby and not leave her alone.]

Okay. Let's walk together, then. [His expression finally settles into a smile. Strained on the edges by his concern, but an attempt to shift the atmosphere to something more positive. Atsushi begins the walk down the lonely Church road, leading to its intersection with Main Street. While his feet know where to take her, his mind is completely lost. If he doesn't say something, they may be stuck in silence for the whole walk...]

Oh! My name is Atsushi Nakajima, by the way. Uh, yours?

...

[ A part of her wants to say something, to say 'I know your name already', but she just instead stews in the silence. Well, it's probably for the best, isn't it? Better to let him never find out, so she doesn't have to answer strange questions about how much she knows.

Ignorance is probably bliss at this moment.

So when he asks her for her name, she answers with a sigh. ]

It's Inaba.

[ The reply comes off as rather cold and indifferent in spite of herself, and she purposely drops her first name from the picture entirely. She knows she probably wouldn't be able to take it if anyone called her that right now. ]

[She's in luck, because Atsushi is becoming quite used to people only having one name. Many of the people he's turned to or chased after in the past month do not have surnames. So in an equally unlucky way, she will now have to deal with Atsushi assuming "Inaba" is her one and only name.

He smiles, testing it out with an honorific to check her reaction;] Inaba-san?

[Unless she seems to hate it, he'll stick to honorifics.]

Even if the circumstances weren't... good... It's nice to meet you? [Will she say anything more? She doesn't seem very talkative. Then again, they did go through a traumatic incident together. Describing their first meeting as 'awkward' is an understatement. Atsushi isn't sure what to do and it's beginning to show in how he stumbles through the conversation.]

Where do you live? Or is there somewhere else that you'd like to go?

[...]

-san is weird, [ She admits without thinking too much. ] since you're older than me. It makes me feel like I've aged a few years, and I'm definitely not that old.

[ The words come off as strangely casual in spite of their circumstances upon meeting not being the best. To almost anyone, it would almost seem as if she's already trying to brush it off quickly, but it's less of that and more -- if she doesn't pull herself together, she'll fall apart.

And she can't.

Not any more than she has to. ]

... The place where they put me in was Mergo Manor. [ She doesn't say anything else. ]

Edited (english) 2020-06-30 07:50 (UTC)

[Atsushi is startled and a bit embarrassed to be called out. He's been trying to start formal with everyone here, since he isn't sure of where he stands in the social hierarchy. He may have been about to accept that he should call her, someone younger than him, by a more casual address... When a confused thought crosses his mind.]

... How did you know I was older than you?

[Even though he's 18, Atsushi has been mistaken for a high schooler by a few other residents. People rarely guess that his age accurately. And Inaba's age never crossed his mind as a factor until she brought it up Is she younger than him? She is wearing a uniform, but he's heard kids graduate between 17 and 18 at these American schools.]

I'm 18. [He wonders if she'll give her age back, for comparison.]

[ Shit.

She curses to herself rather internally when she's called out and a part of her wants to run away so badly. No, no - she can't tell him. She just can not tell him how she knows that fact. Which is why she immediately tries to backpedal, hoping that her quick, frantic lie is bought. ]

Just a hunch.

[ She shrugs her shoulders. ]

Seventeen. I'll be turning eighteen at the end of November.

[As someone who backpedals a lot himself, Atsushi should know the signs... But Inaba is much more skilled at it than he is. He slowly, and forcefully, makes himself let go of any suspicion...

Nodding slowly. Her hunch was correct. He can't fault someone for being right, can he?]

You're right, then. But still... [Calling Kyouka '-chan' doesn't feel too strange, because she is very clearly younger than him. Using '-san' would be weird to Atsushi, too.

That's not how it is with Inaba. She's a stranger, only a year younger than him, and he's afraid of upsetting her. Acting casual with her still feels wrong and disrespectful.]

Inaba... -chan? Uh. -kun? [He's overthinking this. They all sound weird to him.]

JULY 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME

STICKS AND STONES

MAY BREAK MY BONES

BUT WORDS STILL HURT LIKE HELL

Character Arrival

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