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[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Polycule people & friends
What ⬤ A picnic
When ⬤ Nowish
Where ⬤ A park
Content Warnings ⬤ Swearing, alcohol, etc


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grasshopper picnic hydrangea on the menu beauty and the beast Majima had a lot of people to coordinate, so the calendar invites were sent to phones a few weeks ago. The festival was a working event for him, not something he could really relax for. As a compromise to those who wanted to spend more time with him, he's arranged the picnic. No, he didn't make any of the food, don't be ridiculous. He paid a caterer. He and the birds did, however, find a few thrift stores to rummage up blankets, baskets, and pillows. The flowers arranged around the area are an array of different colored hydrangeas chosen by Emily from Aerith's shop. There is also a corgi puppy lying on a blanket and watching with curious, baleful eyes. He is a visitor from Izo's shelter. Taro needs help with his socialization, be gentle with him! 🧺🌺🐶 The three of them are there ahead of everyone, playing with the puppy and drinking tea and snacking on fruit. But they're waiting for you; the river glittering at a distance. The weather is good and the company is fine. Say hello to your illustrious hosts: 🐍🕊️🦅

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[killtime]

[ There's a strange, gentle sort of catharsis that catches her a little off guard when Emily says her name. Her real name. Emily hasn't called her that since they fought. Her name had felt like a curse then. Something painful. A weapon to be used against her. Now it feels warm and tender. Four familiar syllables that ground her to herself, making her more tangible, more present. ]

Okay. [ Simply: ] Then can I kiss you again?

[medicative]

Of course you can.

[here, her name is meant with all the fondness it can contain, all Emily can muster. and then, added on softly, with a smile.]

Please.

[killtime]

[ Maybe it's a bit unusual that Andy bothered to ask in the first place. But then again, maybe it felt like she needed permission this time. After all the things that they'd said to each other — all the ways they'd hurt each other — Emily's permission feels a little like forgiveness, even if it shouldn't. It's as if they have an unspoken agreement that both of them will pretend, at least for today.

Andy reaches out, catching Emily lightly by the chin, holding her face still so she can lean in to press a warm kiss against those familiar lips. And if Emily's permission felt like forgiveness, then Andy's kiss might be a quiet apology, her mouth soft and coaxing despite belonging to a woman who is made up of all hard lines and sharp edges.

Lowly, she murmurs into the small space between them: ]

I missed this.

[ I missed you. ]

[medicative]

So did I.

[this proximity, this ease, how it comes so naturally that Emily doesn't triple guess herself over it and simply exists in it. asking meaning Andy wanted to, and perhaps she understood she was forgiven for all of what occurred. kiss her, and have not even scars remaining from the incident, for it was over and dealt with and Emily bears no malice. things happen, words get spoken that perhaps she very much deserved to hear from Andy.

it's okay. it's okay now.]

[killtime]

[ It is okay. At least for now, in this brief moment. Or close enough to okay for them to get away with acting like it is. And they're both good at pretending in their own ways, aren't they? Even if they've seen the cracks show in each other's masks sometimes?

Even though they're outside, surrounded by people, looking into Emily's eyes right then, it feels as if there's no one else in the entire world. It's hard to look away from her when she glows like this. Andy already wants to kiss her again. ]

I almost didn't come. [ Fondness softens her usual wryness. ] "Picnics" aren't my usual fucking gig.