“Oh, Hope,” Chishiya rolled his eyes, “Not only do we have to work on your lack of self preservation, your sense of humor is…well, to use one of Vee’s favorite words, ghaslty.” Leaning forward on the table, he bent his arm up and propped his chin in his upturned palm. He kept his expression neutral, while his skin crawled with rage.

“Chains and a camera, hm? Sounds like I will have to add a few items to my bag for my Tamaki-hunting trip.” He said, a small, lopsided grin playing on his lips. “All right then, I still get to ask a question.”

“How did you meet him?” He asked, staring directly at Hope, waiting for her to glance up and meet his eyes. “Give me some basic background information. How long did you know him before he talked you into coming to Japan? What did he say to get you to make the trip?”

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

“Oh, Vee can be plenty mad, believe me. I’ve been on the receiving end more times than I care to admit.” Chishiya was grinning at the memory of Vee, scolding him late one night in their bed; whispering hisses at his lack of affection. He thought back further to how he had reduced her into a shivering mess after her fourth orgasm that night. “She really is a loving, peaceful woman. I just have a talent for pissing her off. She says I do it on purpose and I can’t say she’s completely wrong. Her idea of punishing me often escalates my behavior. It’s a very vicious, salacious circle.” Of course, he antagonized Vee. The way she bit into his skin as retaliation was hardly a deterrent.

“The story about her education is false. Vee has never attended school, public or private. She had personal tutors her entire life.” Chishiya thought Hope’s question was odd, given her apparent need to know more intimate details of their life together. “My turn.”

“This isn’t a question so much as it is an observation. I’m concerned about your apparent lack of self preservation.” He leaned forward, fixing his eyes to Hope’s, using the same gentle tone he often did with his younger patients. “You were very worried about someone gaining entrance into my room when you arrived here tonight. So worried, in fact, that you missed something that should be just as important to you.” He prepared himself for the possibility that Hope might have a panic attack.

“You watched me lock the security brackets into the floor and then you felt more relaxed, because you know that nobody can get in.” He paused, allowing Hope to take in what he was saying. “But what if you needed to get out? What would you do if I turned on you and you had to get away from me?”

“For someone who just spent weeks locked up by a madman, you never even thought about the possibility that you might have to get out. That worries me, Hope.” So much for easing her into into it.

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

Relax, Hope.

I was only joking. Mostly.

It is not abusive for a brother to mess with his baby sister. It’s all in fun.

And if you’re speaking of Kuzuryu, he wouldn’t dare to go up against me. I am keeping his deepest, darkest secret.

I won’t hurt Tatta. 🤞🏻

Has anyone seen Tatta? If anyone does run across him, send him my way, please. Or, just bring him to me.

I want to show him my new squirt gun.

-SC.

Has anyone seen Tatta? If anyone does run across him, send him my way, please. Or, just bring him to me.

I want to show him my new squirt gun.

-SC.

As he landed on his back, on the bed, Chishiya felt briefly lightheaded; it had been a long time since he had been this close to another man. He pressed his lips against Karube’s, allowing him to take control. This was what he needed.

“Any way you want me is fine.” Chishiya sighed, turning his head and stretching, allowing the other more room to play on his neck. “Although, if I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind being face down in the mattress, fucked senseless.”

“Take control of me tonight, Daikichi.” He whispered it almost gently, as if it meant everything to him. “I’m tired of making decisions and taking the lead. Take it all away from me tonight. Please?”

If it isn't my favorite boy, I have missed you

@daikichixkarube

Daikichi, I have missed you, as well. I apologize for my absence. Hatter…well, his paranoia peaked and for some reason, he required my constant attention. He was convinced someone was coming to kill him and it was up to me, of all people, to protect him.

It was beyond ridiculous. I tried to escape him several times- first by trying to sell him on the idea that Niragi was surely better suited for the job, considering he is the one with the gun, but the man is relentless.

Aguni finally agreed to allowing me to sedate Hatter and I was able to slip away. After more than a month in the company of a madman, my own mental health seemed to be suffering and I chose to leave The Beach for some solitude and rest.

I returned yesterday and you were the first person I sought out, but I could not find you anywhere. Are you still residing at The Beach?

How have you been?

But more importantly, when can I see you?

-SC.

“Oh, Hope, you’re so witty.” Chishiya rolled his eyes with a smirk, letting Hope know that while he wasn’t offended at her joke, he didn’t find it hilarious, either. “Your sense of humor needs work.” He deadpanned.

“It seems your knowledge of sex may, as well.” He finished off his tea and poured himself another from the teapot. “The best thing you can do for a man is a prostate orgasm. Trust me on that, if nothing else.”

“Perhaps when we return to the real world, you and Vee can become besties and she can tell you all about it.” He grinned at the look on Hope’s face at the thought. “After she has finished thoroughly whipping my ass for telling you all of this, that is.”

He was silent for a moment, passively watching Hope eat her noodles. Although he was apprehensive to upset her, he knew part of helping Hope heal meant pushing her. If she didn’t talk about it, she would be plagued by nightmares wherever she slept. Deciding to fire a warning shot, instead of going after her hard from the beginning, he chose a question that wasn’t directly about her captivity or the assault. At least, not yet.

“All this talk about me doesn’t seem quite fair. I still want to know more about you.” He set is cup down and leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. “How would you feel about another round of quid pro quo? You may go first; ask another question about Vee and I, if you wish. But answers have to be thorough and honest.”

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

Chishi

Chishi

Chishiiii

I made treats for valentine's day

If you're nice you can have some~

-H💕

“Oh. I-I…what kind are they, exactly? They look…good?” Chishiya eyes the exceedingly pink cupcakes with a fixed glare, rather than a smirk. “I- it’s only that…well, you say you made them and…I…I was unaware that you can bake, Hope.”

Breathe, Hope.

I just saw “him” a moment ago and he…seems to be just as nervous as you are.

No reason you should both be vomiting.

It must be true love, after all.

-SC.

I did it.

I asked him if he wanted to go out on a date.

I'm pretty sure I sounded like a little kid despite my best efforts.

He smiled and said yes and kinda blushed so that's a good sign right?

Oh god, what if he just said yes so he wouldn't hurt my feelings?

I'm gonna throw up, I swear. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.

-H💕

“Yes,” Chishiya answered by drawing out the word as he spoke it, as if he wasn’t exactly answering in the affirmative sense of the word, “However, the night I had three orgasms was not due to penis-in-vagina sex.” It was, indeed, an answer that was not an answer at all. He smirked at the thought of those being his favorite answers and his specialty. He loved frustrating people. “Though, we have actually had intercourse. Vee has gotten me to do many, many things I never thought I wanted to. She is very persistent and…bewitching at times.”

“How incredibly perceptive of you, Hope. You are correct, I do not like people touching me.” He stopped to sipped his tea. At this rate, his throat would be sore tomorrow morning, as it always was after one of his and Hope’s Quid Pro Quo marathons. “I wouldn’t say she’s a nymphomaniac or kinky, but she is rather…liberated, independent, and very confident in her own skin. And she does enjoy sex. A lot.”

“Vee is a woman who knows what she wants, when she wants it and she tells me how and when to get it for her.” He smiled then. More to himself, having lost himself in thought again, but it was enough for Hope to see it. A tiny lopsided grin graced his lips for a few seconds before he caught it and returned to stoicism. “Or how to give it to her, as it were.” And now he was cracking jokes. He was getting far too comfortable with Hope and that scared him a little.

“I do suppose, though, that many of the activities Vee and I indulge in would be considered kinky. It’s the word… ‘kinky’. It’s subjective, no? I mean, some people think that anything other than missionary is kinky.” He realized that he had gone off on a bit of a tangent and reeled himself in. “However, it’s not as though it’s every day that a woman dons a strap-on and rails her lover until he begs her to stop, yes?” This time, when he grinned like the cat that ate the proverbial canary, he was looking directly at Hope.

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

Ah, it seems like you may have been suffering from Hanahaki Disease in your dream, Hope. A very dark, tragic version of it, but it does sound similar.

-SC.

Dreams are so weird. I took a nap and for once I didn't have a nightmare. Or at least my usual nightmares.

I ate a bag of rose seeds and a healthy flower unfurled in my chest. I started coughing up blood and soil.

I mistook this sensation for love and then died. After that I woke up.

-H💕

Again, LB, I am sitting right next to you.

You could have simply turned your head and spoken those words to me, you did not have to reblog the thread to answer me.

I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you go find a cute little stray kitten and gather the supplies you need to care for it and I will convince Hatter that you may keep it.

You obviously need some sort of social stimulation, your brain is dying right in front of me.

-SC.

If you had a pet, what would it be?

I found a tiger once and wanted to keep it, but Chishiya said it wasn’t “practical”.

Buzzkill.

If I see it again, I’m going to sneak it in.

After he said no to the tiger, I told Chishiya I was going to keep one of the stray cats that hang out in one of the alleyways near Shibuya. He said they were dangerous and probably diseased, so it was not a good idea.

Buzzzzzzzzkillllll.

I still might bring home one of the cats. Chishiya won’t find out, right? I’ll be keeping it in my room. How would he find out?

-Tora.

I’m sitting right next to you, LB.

I literally just showed you how to access your inbox so that you could answer the questions that have been collecting for almost a year now.

How are you going to “sneak” a 600-pound tiger into your room?

I cannot believe you…no, you know what? Never mind. Do not listen to me. I am a buzzkill.

Go find the tiger, LB. Bring it home and keep it in your room.

When your cute little kitty eats you at night, do not come crying to me.

-SC.

If you had a pet, what would it be?

I found a tiger once and wanted to keep it, but Chishiya said it wasn’t “practical”.

Buzzkill.

If I see it again, I’m going to sneak it in.

After he said no to the tiger, I told Chishiya I was going to keep one of the stray cats that hang out in one of the alleyways near Shibuya. He said they were dangerous and probably diseased, so it was not a good idea.

Buzzzzzzzzkillllll.

I still might bring home one of the cats. Chishiya won’t find out, right? I’ll be keeping it in my room. How would he find out?

-Tora.

“What do you mean by ‘actual’ sex?” Chishiya let out a deep breath after he asked the question. He had no problem answering Hope but he wanted clarification first, before he divulged anything that would lead to judgement of Vee. He didn’t care what anyone thought about him, but he was not a public persona, as Vee was. As it was, he had gone against the agreement he had made with Vee, keeping their relationship an absolute secret. Chishiya trusted Hope implicitly, unafraid that she would tell anyone. But she was also close friends with Kuina. One slip to her and the entire planet would know. Likely in under five seconds. “Do you mean penis-goes-into-vagina sex? Because if I have learned anything from Vee, she has taught me that there are many, many ways to have sex. One of them, in particular, is quite to my liking.” He smirked, winking at Hope quickly. Chishiya was nothing if not straightforward.

“I gather the tea is not to your liking?” He said, watching as Hope now had more honey than tea in her cup. “Oh, Hope, no. Do not drink that.” He stood up and took the tea cup away from her. “I will get you something else, but you are not drinking that.”

“Disgusting,” He muttered, setting the cup in the sink and returning to the table with a small wooden crate filled with a vast assortment of tea bags. “Choose something else if you want or just drink your water, but you cannot take in that much sugar, natural or otherwise, before going to bed. No wonder you have nightmares. As it is, I should not be allowing you to consume spicy noodles this late at night. Do you have any idea what that does to your brain chemistry as you sleep?” He rolled his eyes and made a disgusted noise, making a show of a fake shiver running down his back.

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

“Gorgeous Goddess? Hm.” Chishiya raised his chin, looking up at the ceiling, considering Hope’s description of Vee. “Well, I suppose I cannot disagree with that. I once referred to her as a ‘Silver Gilded Goddess’. Although, that was in the midst of my third- and very unexpected- orgasm of the night.”

“Hope Jones, I think you just may be more obsessed with my lover than I am. It’s frightening, really.” As he watched Hope wind the hair band around the chopsticks, he sat back in his chair, arms crossed, grinning wildly. “You…no, Hope, if you just…no, that’s, that’s not how…” he sat forward and quickly reached across the table, but stopped himself and sat back again. “Oh, you are a menace to this culture.” He shook his head and shrugged as Hope finally gave up and used the fork.

“Slow down, Hope. In the event that any food actually makes it to your mouth, you will choke. I will answer all of your questions.” He sipped his tea as he watched Hope finally succeed with her fork. “Let’s see, at home she uses a simple coconut shampoo, she does not wear any perfume, and her favorite color is black, along with dark purple, and deep shades of red.”

“Don’t try to force yourself into an unattainable physique. That’s ridiculous, she’s taller than I am, Hope. You would make yourself horribly sick before that happens and that would break Vee’s heart.” He kept his tone gentle as he spoke, trying not to hurt her at all. “She is one of the few lucky ones born with the frame and metabolism to support her figure. She has also worked very hard, through pain and injury to maintain it. You have to keep in mind that she started ballet when she was four years old; she’s been dancing now for a little over thirty years. Twenty of those years at a very high, professional level.”

“At home she wears casual clothing. Sweaters and leggings, sometimes jeans. Nothing fancy.” Chishiya drifted off then, remembering coming home to find Vee curled up on their bed, wrapped in nothing but one of his softest cardigans, having fallen asleep waiting for him. “I- she is…I’m sorry, what was your other question?”

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

“Straight to the point, hm?” Chishiya chose to ignore the sarcasm Hope shot back at him as he retrieved a small ceramic tea pot and began to prepare a mixture of dried flowers in an infuser. The kettle had just begun to whistle as he snapped off the stove and lifted it off the burner. He carefully poured the water into the styrofoam container that held Hope’s noodles and delivered them to the table, gently setting them in front of her along with chopsticks, a spoon, and a fork. Returning to the stove, he filled the teapot with water, plopped the lid on top, and returned to the table with two cups, setting one in front of Hope. “The tea is a hibiscus-rose blend. I also added a bit of chamomile. Don’t feel obligated, but it may help calm you just a bit.”

“All right, then. Her real name is Vianne.” He said, pouring some tea into his cup. “It is a variation on a French name that her mother liked, but she spelled it in a unique way. V-I-A-N-N-E. But people thought it was pronounced Vee-Anne, when it is actually Vee-Onn, with a French…lilt, I guess you could say. That’s why she goes by Vee, professionally.”

“Do you still want to know what shampoo she uses, as well?” He snarked “Tea?” He smirked, raising the teapot and a single eyebrow at Hope.

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

“It is, most certainly, a horrible way to die when you fall and take me down with you.” Chishiya scolded, rolling his eyes at her making a show of it. “Stop acting like…stop being a brat and pay attention to what you are doing!” He hadn’t raised his voice, merely changed his tone to get Hope’s attention. Once they were safely in the kitchen, he pointed to a small table with two chairs on either side.

“Sit down and stop being such a menace.” He went to the small refrigerator and took out two bottles of water, setting both on the table. After filling a metal tea kettle with water from a large tank in the refrigerator, Chishiya set it on a small countertop stove to boil. Then he went to a small cupboard on the far wall and began to rummage through its contents. “Chicken, beef or miso?” He asked, holding three containers up for Hope to see. As much as he was trying to act disinterested in the situation, he felt genuinely concerned for Hope. If her nightmares were enough to cause her loss of appetite, they were certainly serious.

“Or is instant too simple for your sophisticated palate?” He snidely added.

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.

“Snacky is not a word.” Chishiya scoffed. “I expect your anxiety ramps up as the evening wears on, probably leaving you without an appetite.” He moved toward the stairs as he spoke.

“Come on,” He held his hand out for her again, not fully expecting her to take it. “I am sure I have something to your liking.” He stopped when he saw her plushy covered feet.

“Do you not have something more…reasonable to wear on your feet?” Chishiya glared at the slippers adorning Hope’s feet. “You are going to fall to your death in those things. Honestly, Hope, you are not seven years old. What size do you wear? Perhaps I have some that are safer for the stairs.”

Closed RP

@chishiya-of-diamonds

Hope had agreed to Chishiya's suggestion of a "sleepover" though she wasn't entirely sure it would work. She was so desperate for a good night's sleep that she was willing to try anything though.

The time had flown by, it was around noon when someone had come to fetch Chishiya for executive duties. Hope decided to meander around the resort, bouncing from conversation to conversation with various residents. The time ticked by and she made an enemy out of the clock, her eyes bore into each one she passed. It moved too slow for her liking, and anxiety clawed at her skin.

Hope did manage to find interesting topics of conversation with Kuina to pass the time, and was introduced to a few new people. Time moved faster when she began her conversation with the maintenance boy. It wasn't a deep conversation like with Chishiya, but she had laughed far more in the hour spent with Tatta than she had in the weeks since coming to the Borderlands.

The motions of the day came to a close and the anxiety was back. Hope skipped dinner, took an hour long shower despite the water running cold after 20 minutes, used every skin care product she'd procured and spent a long time just braiding her hair into an intricate pattern, she then spent half an hour picking out pajamas. Everything to prolong the dreaded 'bedtime'

The time didn't go by any slower, and at 8 o'clock she finally accepted defeat and grabbed her essentials. 3 fluffy blankets, a pillow and 2 stuffed animals; a cat and a rabbit. She drug her slippered feet up to the penthouse suite and kept telling herself that she at least needs to try or she won't get better. Hope had always had a habit of 'mother henning' herself and repeating her mother's words.

Hope hadn't had a sleepover since... Well let's just say it's been years since she's slept in any close vicinity to another person that wasn't her Mama. Her knuckles rapped on the wood of the door and she stood there awkwardly, arms full of her cozy items.