text; un: __tsukasa__ // in town

[wavemastery]

WHO: Tsukasa and you!
WHERE: The network and elsewhere in the city.
WHEN: Mid-February
WHAT: This teenager does not understand his new social media.
WARNINGS: None!

[i. text;]

[A new face has been added to the network, and they are... displeased.]

What is this Libra thing supposed to be? It looks like Tiktok pretending to be Twitter.

I tried factory resetting my phone, but it keeps reinstalling itself. Does anyone have a rootkit recommendation? And don't bother with anything funny, I know how to work an antivirus.

[ii. in town; cupid's luck]

[Tsukasa is having a normal day at the bus stop, a messenger bag full of books on his shoulder. He's almost nodding off beneath his beanie despite standing up-- sleeping issues, like most high schoolers.

Then it hits him. Not a vehicle, but a vehicle of love-- that is, a heart-tipped arrow zooms out of the sky and lands right between his shoulderblades. It then explodes in a flurry of heart glitter. Tsukasa is completely confused at the pain and then the weird nausea that washes over him briefly.]

What... was that...?

[He will helplessly follow the next person he sees, and be curious about them. Enjoy your little lost duckling for the next few hours.]

Comments

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[matizrojo]

[It's pretty amazing how despite the fact that Isabela is still in the process of adjusting to a lot of things about the city, she manages to look like she belongs. Years of shaping yourself to look and act like the perfect daughter don't melt away overnight. Less so in a city of strangers where you're more than a little aware of just how much your family stands out.

If you're going to draw attention to the family... make sure it's positive.

She was waiting for the bus when she heard one of the quieter boys waiting say something. Looking at his face, she becomes a little concerned.]

...are you alright?

[wavemastery]

[To be fair, Isabela does stand out, but not because she doesn't seem to belong. She's just... pleasant. A little more colorful than the drab gray of the sky this morning, and brighter than the buildings. Tsukasa normally wouldn't even pay attention, but he instinctively looks up at the sound of her voice.

His vision that had been spinning suddenly rights itself, and he loses his track of thought entirely. He blinks owlishly.]

... me? I'm fine now, I think...

[What had he been doing? Thinking? Not important. The only thing that matters is studying this new girl.]

Who are you...? [That's a funny way of asking for a name.]