If it wasn't for the gravel they were walking on, she would have assumed she was alone given how quiet Pat was being. That's fine, she needs a minute anyway. She shoves her hands in her pockets to prevent herself from tending to her injured hand again. It didn't hurt as much but it did sting. Still, it is concerning Tsunoda got physical, that's not her style. Her thoughts were suddenly abrupted, however, by Pat's apology, causing Izel to stop but not look back. Taking another moment to compose herself before letting out a dry laugh, "Don't apologize. This is just how girls talk."

"...I know she is, it is the only trick she knows," Doesn't matter if it's a school in a different country, the results are about the same. The only common thread is herself. That thought didn't sit well with her but neither does dragging others into her own mess, "I just don't know why you think you know me better than her when I can easily count the times I've met up with you in one hand."

"We barely know each other. You don't really know what happens between Tsunoda and me. Yet you assume I'm the victim and not the initiator," Finally looking back at Sprigs, a blank expression is presented to the boy, "Why do you want to be friends with me? Don't you have enough to worry about?"

When Tsunoda finally left, Pat was racked with relief and guilt in equal measure. Talking out of stressful situations had always been something he struggled deeply in. It had taken enough out of him to even make sure he didn’t leave entirely. Speaking of which…

Izel was, in fact, being followed. Cautiously, yes, but he was still there. When he was sure there weren’t other people in earshot, he finally spoke up again. “Hey. I… I’m sorry.” No, no, that wasn’t the right thing to say… he always defaulted to that.

Pat paused, assessing in his mind how she’d acted toward him before- how she’d tried so hard to push him away. “…I mean.. I didn’t know things were like that. I think I get it now.” He dropped some of his hesitation, walking a little closer. “Getting you to leave people is what she wants.”

What emotion are you?

Disgust

Your disgust is like a rot, a vile and toxic waste that festers and spreads, poisoning everything it touches. It is a feeling that leaves a bad taste in your mouth, a feeling that makes you cringe at the mere thought of it. It is like a disease that spreads, infecting everything in its path. Why do you feel repulsed at the sight of yourself? Is the weight of the world so much that you must push it away? I can see you swallow down your words- the scowl on your face is enough to know why.

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"Y-you will regret this. I'll personally make sure that you do!"

"So, without your parents' money, then? What a weak threat," Another malicious laugh came out of Izel, admittedly enjoying how easy it is to wipe the smile off of Tsunoda's face. It doesn't last, a sudden sharp pain from her injured hand gets a yelp out of her-

"I don't know made you think I'll be easy to talk back to because my friends aren't here- but it doesn't matter," Pulling Izel closer, tightening her grip, only letting go after whispering her last remark, "When I'm done with you, not even flies want to be near you."

"Bold words for someone who peaked at birth," She replied drily, keeping her strained smile. Show not weakness. Not now. It was only when her classmate stormed out of sight did Izel allowed herself to drop the act and massaged her injured hand. She walks in the opposite direction, not bothering to check to see if Pat will follow her.

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Pat’s expression tensed; he hated being analyzed. In the back of his mind, he was already planning for opportunities to get out of this. Leave before things could escalate, like he always did. Izel stepping in was making it so easy. Without realizing it, he’d even already taken a step back as Tsunoda dropped some rather stinging implications. He wasn’t sure if she realized how much those words itched at him- the last thing he wanted to do was fall into a vulnerable state in front of her.

But he stopped himself there. He couldn’t leave yet, not like that.

“…I wonder…” His tone was quiet but even. “…How long you’ve been at this, if you approach everyone that happens to raise their voice.” It was far from Rey’s scathing kind of commentary, but the dislike he felt was seeping out nonetheless. “I’m sure you can find more interesting things to do here.” If he tried to leave, would Izel go too? He tried to get a read on her expression. It was too uncertain right now…

Strike Two! Tsunoda’s smile is becoming more strained by this point. Redirecting her attention back to Pat, her irritation can be heard “Oh, you’re still talking? I know you don’t understand who I am, but it'll be smarter if you keep your mouth shut. You don’t really sound good either~ I found you yelling at a classmate. A classmate, who recently got injured and is rumored to be hanging around delinquents. It would be awful if-”

A snorting laugh from Izel cut her off. There was a hint of malice in her tone, “You really think you can manipulate the situation to your favor? You’re not Saito. You can barely make a decent argument in a presentation, what makes you think you are capable of doing anything on your own?" 

"I got a better grade on it than you, for starters-"

"-Ah, yes. I was sick that day and we spoke in your native tongue, how impressive," Unfortunately, leaving is the last thing Izel wants. No, that'll just prove Pat’s easy target. She needs to shift the attention back to herself; she needs to make this personal. Hopefully, it will also get Pat to understand he’s better off without her, "and if rumors are to believe, I'm sure your parents would be proud if they even bother to show up. Honestly, I know you can buy people's favor but what's the point if you can't buy your parents' love."

Emilio normally tries to be more self-aware of his surroundings given he can be a walking tank, especially when on a run. Unfortunately, that day, he too was a bit distracted, though his concerns related to his sister. So, when he bumps into someone, his thoughts quickly went to make sure this person is okay.

“No, it’s fine. I was distracted too,” His hands were in front of him, in anticipation of her falling, “Are you okay, though?” 

                                      ↬      𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵     -     still  accepting.     @birds-of-the-sur​​​

                   YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOU ARE NOT OF THIS TIME  :   —    she’s grown quite attached to this timeline — the humans within   ‘&   of this place.  yet she knew that she could not continue this.   the pain of returning home   ‘&   knowing their times have long passed prior to her own.  ( what an upsetting thought   /  warrock is quiet throughout her scramble of thoughts.  merely a comforting presence to her   ;   as partner should )   running is all she may do.  ( advance in this time   /   change the line   —   hope it was not too drastic  )   a sigh.   park is silent in the falling dusk.  yet she swings on nonetheless.  her stomach curls with growl.   it goes ignored.   she may eat later.   (  ‘‘kid ya gotta eat come’on just snack on somethin at least ya brat’’   -   /   war rock calls from within bond  -  chiding her as always. )   promptly she hops from her position on swing, tumbling slightly from the awkward landing.  a huff before she runs off.

                    ❛   i’ll eat later warrock   —  side’s time to do some stuff.  ❜  

                      A HEADACHE FROM LACK OF ENERGY SPIKES SLOW  ;     like war drum beating despite the optimistic notion she tries to settle herself betwix.  perhaps she should have nibble upon a small increment of meal or liquid even.  as starlight child turns corner she is blind to the factor of another — abruptly she collides slightly with them   ( a pitched whine  —  small mix of yelp and exclamation of surprise befalls from her )  she sputters   –  ( O’ !  how embarrassing this moment be! )

                 ❛      o - oh   —- i - i’m sorry …. didn’t mean to um — run into you —- e-excuse me…      ❜

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Pat couldn’t help but feel heated about this topic, and he wanted to assure Izel more if possible, but a new voice cut him short. “Hm..?”

He didn’t have much time to question before the two girls began to bicker. Though blocked, he quietly listened in. That scathing comment this Tsunoda introduced herself into the conversation with immediately rubbed him the wrong way, but it only kept getting worse from there. And Izel returning fire… he wasn’t sure what to chalk that up as yet, but it did feel familiar to him as well. The insistence that they weren’t friends hit him harder than he’d expected it to, but… he should have seen that coming, right?

The boy peeks a bit around Izel, realizing a couple seconds too late that he’d been addressed. Being referred to as a ‘cutie’ by someone with this kind of attitude was viscerally unpleasant to him already, and he couldn’t quite hide that in his uncomfortable expression.

“…We were just talking,” he spoke almost blankly. “And I’d like to get back to it.”

Wrong Answer! Tsunoda's smile may have not faded away, but Izel can see she's already trying to dissect the boy. Without hesitating, Izel takes a step forward, challenging her classmate, "If you are not here for a school-related reason, leave already. Your perfume is revolting. Do you normally try to smell like garbage before you decided to harass people?" "Hmm funny, I would assume that's where you got your clothes~," Despite directing that insult at Izel, she kept staring in Pat's direction a little longer before looking back at Izel, taking a step forward as well, "I guess given your company, I shouldn’t be surprised that’s not the only thing you got there. Though if you want privacy, I don’t get why you would go to a park. Let alone draw attention by shouting.” 

What is Holding You Back?

The inability to rely on others without feeling like a burden.

You're spending way too much time trying to find an explanation for everything you do and think, aren't you? you feel like all of the answers have to come from inside of you, since that's the role you've grown into. from the outside, people think you have it together. they see your open arms as invitation, and therefore keep leaning on you. at first, it was okay, since you wanted to help. but slowly, you're being dragged further and further down. you need help, too. but you're supposed to be there for everyone else. you're the one they go to when they're struggling. you've put everyone else first, and now you feel like you can't allow others to know that you need help. please, stop telling yourself you're fine. deep down, you know you aren't. things don't have to be this way. you can let those people in. if anything, they will be grateful that you reached out. can you imagine how nice it'd feel to take a break from dealing with this all on your own?

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“Izel, this isn’t about me!”

He hadn’t meant to blurt it quite like that. Pat took a quiet but deep breath, needing a moment’s pause. “…I’m sorry. I just don’t think that someone trying to hurt me would admit it like this.” His eyes had begun to drift away reflexively, which he hated; he wasn’t used to this kind of conversation from this perspective, and once he lost focus he worried he’d never get it back. What would Geo do here- really? That’s the question you’re asking?- What else was there?!

“I don’t think you’re a bad person. That’s the fact of it, I guess.” He’d been able to get his thoughts back on track quickly, thankfully. “And since you’re asking me not to avoid making friends, I want to return the sentiment.”

He got her attention alright, Izel jolted up before looking back at him. She didn't really expect that big of a reaction from him. It was touching. Though it is clear that he isn't going to let this slide. What she wouldn't give for a distraction-

"I thought I recognize that mangy hair of yours."

Nope, this is worse than before. Though she might be able to use this. After taking a deep breath, plastering on an indifferent expression. Letting go of the rail, taking bits of the paint her nails clawed out, and turning towards the voice, "Oh it's only you, Tsunoda. I'm surprised I didn't hear your shrill voice earlier. What do you want?"

"Hmm it's Tsunoda-san. You'll think still you'll learned to address me properly, by now. At least introduce me to your friend-"

"-Acquaintance. And rather not give you the impression I respect you," Izel moves forward, intentionally blocking Pat's view, "What do you want? Make it short. I already feel it's a waste of time talking to you."

"That makes more sense, though odd...," Rather than answer Izel's question, she asks her own question, "So what's a cutie like you doing with a Miss sunshine, here?"

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Pat was preparing himself to reassure Izel once she was done speaking, but what she said next hit him very suddenly. A sense of deja vu overcame him; he had heard something like this before, but not spoken to him. No, these had been words that had come out of his own mouth. Words that lurked in the back of his mind even now.

He’d stiffened, mouth agape as if he’d tried to make an immediate reply but it had died in his throat. This was a response he had to think about. His expression was hard to read besides the small but apparent frown, but he knowingly nodded. “Whether or not you want to keep talking to me is up to you. But… I just want to say. Carrying this thought over to everyone you meet is going to build up a lot of… regret. You might never realize… some people are willing to see through flaws that you think make you unlovable.” Pat’s breath had hitched slightly as he finished. 

Huh...that sounded personal, of course it is.

"No, I'm pretty sure you would put up with my flaws. That's what worries me," Izel shook her head. Of course, this isn't going to be easy. She probably would have given in by now if they had the conversation month earlier. It was easier then, but this isn't about her. Taking in a shaky breath before having the courage to continue, "You're an easy target, Pat. True you’re going against your brother's wishes now but who's to say I'm not similar to him. You already have to escape his mistakes; you don’t need more problems."

"Look...I'm not trying to convince you to avoid making friends, that's stupid," Another jab she couldn't help but add. Though still not so willing to admit the details as to why Pat should avoid her, "All am saying is there are better options. Safer ones. Hopefully one day, your brother will get over himself and be one as well.”

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“Ah…” So even if he didn’t go out of his way, Rey still tried to get Izel to leave them alone. Pat wasn’t surprised, but it still left him feeling somewhat empty. He sighed, trying to find the right way to respond to this. 

“…He’s always thought that. I used to agree, but now I’m not so sure… he’s my brother and I know he cares about me, but…” The boy seemed deflated. There wasn’t much weight in his words. “I do like talking with you, if he said anything against that he was making things up. I don’t want to get you wrapped up in anything personal though.” His wandering thoughts begging for a different topic to focus on, he noticed Izel’s hand. “Um. You okay?”

She leans more on some rails nearby, getting more upset with Rey antics by the minute. Still, she stayed quiet until Pat was finished, avoiding making eye contact by looking towards a nearby park. How often did Rey do this, to make it sound routine for Pat?

“hmm, oh -it’s nothing, I’m fine. It was an accident at school,” Sounding like a broken record herself, she technically doesn't tell a lie...again. Unfortunately for Pat, he picked a subject that Izel will rather not drag him into. How ironic, “Anyways, thanks for telling me. I honestly wasn't sure at first if you were just talking to me out of obligation after helping you. Though your brother hadn’t said anything I haven’t been thinking about for a while...just made me realize a few things."

“...I don't think we should continue meeting,” Gripping the rails as if her life depends on it, she manages to say the rest without her voice cracking, "...you deserve to have good friends and I don't think I can be that. I struggle to be a decent person."