the one where makima pops bocchi the rock

[overlies]

Who: makima & co! that could be you!
What: a few closed prompts for housemates and random open prompts for any wanted run-ins! also open to plotting and wildcards!
When: post mob's explosion, throughout the rest of march + april
Where: the dog house (you can't tell me that's not what house makima is called), the entertainment feed, other locations to be determined!

Content Warnings: psychological & emotional manipulation, devil contracts, gaslighting, victim blaming, body swapping, zombie dogs, violence, more tba if/as they come.

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Excellent. [ and that's all there was to it. closing the verbal pact up with a little golden bow, she places a warm hand on his shoulder as she prepares to move out of her seat. ] You won't carry the burden alone. I'm with you in this, okay?

[ the only difference was that she didn't feel a lick of guilt. she's carrying on as if this was a simple, sealed business deal. oh, but his cup . . . has mostly been left untouched. makima brings her fingers to the mug to inspect the heat. ]

Your tea is getting cold— do you want me to heat it up for you?

[strongroots]

Uh- [ He looks at the cup, entirely forgotten as anything more than sometimes a thing to hold. There's nothing enticing about drinking it, either--his thoughts distracted, and he blinks with some furrowing of his brows as if in confusion as he thinks. ]

I should probably go, in case Mob comes back. I can take it into the kitchen and finish it. [ You know, quickly. He'll even wrap his fingers around the cup. ] Sorry--

[ Robby doesn't hurry to stand, but he can now, unless Miss Makima interrupts him. ]

[overlies]

Please.

[ “stay”, says both her smile and the reach her hand makes for his arm. ]

I know when he comes back. You can take the time you need to finish it, and heating it up should only take a minute. [ her dogs, at least a few of them, are crowding around the boy’s feet. sniffy sniffy— ] What’s that, Tiramisu? You don’t want to say bye-bye to the new friend?

[ her voice is playful and bouncy in her now baby-talk with the dogs . . . one of them woofs, while she prepares the stove for heating. ]

[strongroots]

[ Robby listens, if with a slight stiffen. An awkwardness born from the situation than from her touch itself, or particular about her (though it's a situation created by her). He smiles in a small and polite way, though Robby's distracted by the dogs that have started to come over with him sitting back down.

But he does stay as Miss Makima goes to the stove. Under other circumstances, he might give the dogs more attention, but he does pat a few of them on the head who seem to stick close.

But, it sure seems he's got to sit in this feeling--of guilt over Mob, his hands cup over the other in a fist. ]

a wrap....? :)

[overlies]

[ everything is quaint in this little home and organized kitchen. the dogs fail to show any signs of danger being close. to be quite honest, it looks fairly safe here.

makima heats up his tea, and continues short, probing talks about himself and the dojo. oh, but poor little guy . . . he's so uncomfortable. let her help you with that.

(because, gradually . . . doesn't it feel nice here? isn't makima just. great?) ]

wrap 🥹

[strongroots]

[ The guilt starts to ease as he speaks more, and despite an uncertain beginning--usual for anyone speaking to someone new. And Robby, he can be cautious, but it's somewhere in talking to Miss Makima, and maybe everything that's come before, it becomes easier.

And isn't that a good thing? That Mob's in such safe hands.

He'll even be glad upon leaving. This really all is such a good idea. Sometimes, you should let the people you love go. ]