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yoѕнιya ĸιryυ ([personal profile] comprises) wrote in [community profile] yogen2021-08-08 11:08 pm

ethics...club...

Who: the ethics club and whoever wants to crash their party
When: whenever in august!
What: just a mingle post for the disasters
Warnings: uhhh...........well there's a bunch of problematic people here probably, so we'll see how this goes. will update.

The "ethics" club isn't really that well furnished so far. So far, there's only a few things -- things that only Josh is able to access, as well as a dart board, a cheap (and faulty) polygraph machine, and a button maker?

Well, the other members will have to make those. But he does have a certain design for it, if someone was interested in ""helping"" him make the pins...

Otherwise, Joshua's probably usually in here, in classroom 2-D, and he won't turn anyone away. He might warn of anyone coming in of their eccentric group, but he doesn't really mind either way.

But there are papers spread around, not that he really wants to do the work of ensuring that his club stays open, but he figures there's no use in just ignoring it. So there's probably going to be some reports to go through on the papers, or something that could be defined as work.

Loosely.

There's a folder on the desk he'd moved next to the door which holds the topic of the month on it for whoever comes into the room:

good and evil: how do you spot the difference? Do those lines truly exist?

He's very interested in what people would say about it.
subtract: because everything that's under my skin (Y-0360)

cw: this some ptsd shit right here yeah

[personal profile] subtract 2021-10-02 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
[he pulls against the hand on his sleeve, shoulders tensing, refusing to turn and face the other as he stands taut against Komaeda's grip. he almost seems to humour the attempt, though, some small part of him perhaps not ready to let go, to storm from the room and remove this incident from his memory...

but then the other hand reaches out from behind and tries to touch his face. that part, definitely, was a mistake.]


Don't touch me. [low and guttural, swatting away the touch as he ducks away to dodge it, fear, panic, his other hand gripping for the choker around his neck] Don't touch me, keep your filthy hands away, don't touch me

[whatever lingering doubts he might've held are already long, long gone, and he tears himself away once more—even if he literally has to tear his sleeve to pull free, even if Komaeda reaches for his arm and grasps at the glass-like fragments that shatter into dust in his hands, Add would rather suffer those consequences than stay in this room for even a second longer, than let Komaeda get to him, than let him see his fear and his weakness and his shame

he bolts from the room, and he doesn't even bother to spitefully slam the door behind him

...

(whenever Komaeda finds him next... it's convenient, how no matter how long he spends in the void, time never passes and he'll always be alone. so it's like nothing ever happened. like it's been years since they last spoke and the memory is long gone, buried just like everything else...)]
Edited (typos........ cries some more as i drag myself into bed) 2021-10-02 12:05 (UTC)