Deer 2 // IC Contact

[comecatchthesehands]

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[comecatchthesehands]

[There's a few moments to read and re-read this, biding what he gives as enough time to really let that sink in.]

Woooow. You know a lot about me. So much. More than anyone. Aside some little tidbits. That I don't have a mind reading quirk. Or that if you had an ounce of brain your head, you'd realize you've decided for me that you'd rather piss off someone who can 'dissolve' things they touch. Shall we put that to the test just to make sure you're correct? You know, maybe I will tell "Shoto-kun" myself. Two birds one stone. What do you think?

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[yandhero]

huh???
i literally just said i barely know anything about you!
i don't know why you do anything or what you're trying to get. i don't even know what you run like.
why would i want to piss you off??? i'm not stupid. i can't do anything against you

[yandhero]

i only even messaged to let you know i wouldn't be lying anymore
so

keep shoutokun out of this ok
this doesn't have anything to do with him

[comecatchthesehands]

It's sarcasm. Learn it. You know shit all about me and if you knew anything, or had a single braincell to rattle in your skull, you wouldn't start spouting off shit like you did to a dangerous man. You don't tell me what to do, I do what I want.

You had two options. You chose. You should've told your girlfriend to shut her mouth once you put your foot in the ring.

[yandhero]

[ there's a minute or two of silence. finally, the reply comes: ]

what do you want me to do

[comecatchthesehands]

What could I ever want from you. What use did you ever have to me to begin with? You're think too highly of yourself.

[yandhero]

[ nothing today's gone to plan. if it were just her, it'd be one thing. even with the other heroes involved, maybe she could stomach that. together, they're strong, after all - maybe strong enough to stand up against this guy. maybe not. either way, at least they could try.

but sayo's involved. he knows where they live. he knows what she looks like. and none of her friends have any reason to care.

there's really no option left, is there. ]

yeah.
sorry about that.

[comecatchthesehands]

Are you? Or are you sorry you hit the wasps nest? Because from my perspective, you're a stupid little girl who doesn't know what kind of fire she's playing with because morons taught you that you're automatically better.

[yandhero]

it's both.

[ the messages come in small bursts. they're texted direct. short, simple statements, full punctuation. if he's at least responding to cowed honesty without further targeted threats, it's her best option for now. ]

i don't think i'm better than anyone. most people definitely don't think so either.
that's why i wanted to be a hero in the first place.
i just wanted people to see i was living my own normal life.

[comecatchthesehands]

By doing exactly the opposite for everyone else. You lied to me, you're working with them and tried to bait me. I've killed people for glances and I'd do it again. Your sob story won't work on me. Tell your girlfriend she fucked up and you should've been left to your own devices.

[yandhero]

understood.

[ looks like they're switching places to stay again. ]

[comecatchthesehands]

Is it? I don't think it is. I don't think any of you brats understand your situation. There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere you can hide. If any of you try anything your "Shoto-kun" is dead wrong. I'll end your story arc faster than mid season cancellation. Now do you understand what you're fucking with?

cw: toga

[yandhero]

[ silence. and finally: ]

yes.

[ cold, lurching terror slowly gives way to revulsion, and then to shaking, and then something else entirely. it's not quite outrage, and it's not quite righteous fury. it's petty and defensive anger for him for calling her out. it's the protective adrenaline surge for what he's threatened her friends with. it's the all-encompassing and overwhelming hate for what he'd dare to imply about sayo. it's the self-loathing for just how badly she's screwed up - for just how much she's done to jeopardize everyone's safety.

it's not love. she's already said - he's not her type. but for the first time in a long few years, himiko finds herself yearning to watch someone die.

it's not a good feeling anymore. it burns, tastes like acid. gross. ]

i understand.

[comecatchthesehands]

Good. Keep it that way. If you're going to choose them, stay out of my way and don't force my hand. Either of them.