Just a minute, just a minute! I'll let you know if I actually flush myself down, don't worry! [Her voice carries back through the bathroom easily, even as she laughs. It's the same laugh as always, bright and sunny, like she's telling a joke too. Not that she didn't think it was funny of course, but even though she knows she hasn't taken that long at all, she takes a few more moments longer than necessary, bracing her hands against the sink as she looks into the mirror.
How long has it been? What day was it now? She both wanted desperately to forget the days and dates but also keep track of them like her life depended on it, a prayer to no one that she didn't want answered. No matter what the date was, March 5th always seemed like it was coming too quickly and so far off. Minako didn't like to think about it, not when she was having so much fun just spending time with Josuke like this, but it was also impossible not to think about. She knew she was running on borrowed time (again) but it's not like she knew March 5th would be the definite end either. There were too many unknowns, too many possibilities, and she sighed as she let go of the sink.
It was just like before when she first thought of this, and still she had no answers. She probably wouldn't get any. Slapping her cheeks, she whispers to her reflection.]
Come on, enough of that! Smile already, smile! [If she didn't, then who would? Despite his attempts not to show it, it was funny how things worked out when you loved someone; Minako could tell he wasn't always at his 100% best during this. She wants to tell him he doesn't have to, that it's fine to be sad too, but that means bringing the topic of her death for the millionth time it feels like. Even once more feels like too much.
With a cheery smile, she finally steps out of the bathroom, looking at Josuke curiously.]
There, I'm out! Now where next are we off to, captain?
crying 5x and i haven't even written anything yet
How long has it been? What day was it now? She both wanted desperately to forget the days and dates but also keep track of them like her life depended on it, a prayer to no one that she didn't want answered. No matter what the date was, March 5th always seemed like it was coming too quickly and so far off. Minako didn't like to think about it, not when she was having so much fun just spending time with Josuke like this, but it was also impossible not to think about. She knew she was running on borrowed time (again) but it's not like she knew March 5th would be the definite end either. There were too many unknowns, too many possibilities, and she sighed as she let go of the sink.
It was just like before when she first thought of this, and still she had no answers. She probably wouldn't get any. Slapping her cheeks, she whispers to her reflection.]
Come on, enough of that! Smile already, smile! [If she didn't, then who would? Despite his attempts not to show it, it was funny how things worked out when you loved someone; Minako could tell he wasn't always at his 100% best during this. She wants to tell him he doesn't have to, that it's fine to be sad too, but that means bringing the topic of her death for the millionth time it feels like. Even once more feels like too much.
With a cheery smile, she finally steps out of the bathroom, looking at Josuke curiously.]
There, I'm out! Now where next are we off to, captain?