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morethanaprincess-a · 2 years

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He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he can’t help but think Sonia’s school life sounded like something out of a manga plot. All these special kids brought into one place with their own special kind of teaching. Except, the ending he sees at the end of the tunnel is something closer to sentai rangers instead of uh. Well. Anyway that was how he saw the plot going. Would this rich girl be the yellow suit then? Something about her seemed to give off the vibe she could fight.

“So you’re telling me you want things to be more normal? Classrooms aren’t all that interesting, but you got your reasons, but I get the feeling you share em and I won’t understand it any more.” Partially because he’s stupid even with the tail end of his high school education, and partly because his perspective and outlook on life follows an inverse path from hers. There’s a chance two figures like them could meet in the middle, but as it was it was a ways to go. Even the concept of working to live appeared to be an alien frivolity.

“Handyman. Mover. Cleaning. Some of it was messy but hasn’t bothered me none. You do what you can with the skills you got to keep food on the plate. And now a roof over my head.” The corner is taken, some wobbling of the former delinquent’s head in order to make sure he stayed on the right path with the high schooler. “I feel like I learned more there than I did in school. Not that I don’t regret all those years, or wish I’d dropped out. You learn something in those classrooms, I guess. Sounds like you got it set though. Good for you.”

He also learned a lot getting his romcom manga put into a publication, but that was still a part of his life he kept mostly under wraps. Though no longer a fight picking delinquent, he was particular about his image in public outside of the biz.

"Ooh yes! As normal and common as possible," She confirmed for him. While her previous school utilized classrooms with twelve pupils and under, all sat around round tables with their professors for discussion-based classes, normal schools had rows of desks and a common core set of classes: maths, languages and grammar, sciences, history, and such. Hope's Peak had gotten the rows of desks right, but there was no such thing as a single standardized set of classes beyond their homeroom. That wasn't to say they never socialized, or rather, their studies never crossed paths. That happened frequently, to the chagrin of some. "Are classrooms not supposed to be interesting? I find them quite fascinating. They hold a certain gravity, one that attracts us all no matter our individual studies. It didn't use to be that way, not until our current homeroom teacher took us on and our class representative found ways to entice all of us to participate."

It was a far more fractured group of students until Miss Yukizome had been assigned to them, using her more unconventional methods to seek out, secure, and ensure each member of Class 77-B actually showed up to class each day. It wasn't a requirement, sure, but she was intent on making sure they were educated as people and not just in order to refine their talents. Sonia liked that much better: finally, her life could be the stuff of class picnics, trips, and now, preparing for the cultural festival. It was why she took her assignment in gathering supplies so seriously: even if she was already the type to carry out an assignment when given, it was likely the only chance she'd get for the real, normal festival experience.

"Skills to keep food on the plate," She repeated quietly. It was something she faced nearly every day, and never in the context of her own life. No, it was always in the context of her country's less affluent citizens and the plans they could push through both her father and the Royal Council in order to ease that burden. The same could be said for the aforementioned roof over heads. While a significant portion of the population had little in the way of worrying about both those things, right alongside affordable healthcare, there was still a percentage in need of aid. Or even just the opportunity to provide for their families. Sonia had a feeling that Harima could tell she couldn't personally relate in the least, and that was right: but that didn't mean it never crossed her mind, that she didn't try to understand.

Nevertheless, she couldn't imagine not being in school. Even if it wasn't until her great-grandparents' generation that royal women received a formal education beyond finishing school, it was always expected for members of the family to maintain an inquisitive mind, to constantly study and learn. Where she tended to get it wrong, according to her parents, was her fascination with all the wrong things. Instead of acceptable, safe topics, she poured over occult texts and serial killer manifestos in her spare time. Hardly appropriate for a state dinner, or even a family one. "I suppose our futures are rather set," She agreed as they turned the last corner. "But I wonder if that's actually a good thing. One of the students in the class below me...his true passion lies elsewhere, away from baseball and towards music, and he tends to make it quite known, despite the fact that the school frowns upon it. They'd very much like us to work towards our admitted skills-OH!"

They'd nearly approached the entrance to the academy, the school surrounded by tall, wrought-iron gates and security guards, when a loud 'bang!' erupted from a third floor window. For a moment, it seemed like the explosion would be contained entirely in the room, but the windowpane glass had begun to fracture, and over the next twenty to thirty seconds, deep cracks continued to form until the entire pane shattered. Inside, a male voice yelled "KIMURA-SAN!" as a girl, with short grey hair and a mask over her nose and mouth, peered out the window at the fallen glass before looking back to the mess she'd made. "Oh, it's Seiko-chan..." Sonia murmured, worried. That wasn't the first window broken that week: Akane Owari in her own class had seen to that. "She's the Ultimate Pharmacist, and in the class above mine. I don't think that medication will go over well, but I imagine the board of directors won't be pleased by this either. Ah, we're here, by the way. Thank you, Harima-san, for carrying these for me."

She smiled, hoping to convey her gratitude. Accidents and catastrophes were par for the course for the Main Course building, the security in place to keep the rest of the world out, including the Reserve Course students. But they seemed to bother others who weren't used to such spirited, driven students: particularly ones who were prone to push the limits of their given talents.

#dcviated #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(Welcome to Hope's Peak: they're mostly unfriendly towards outsiders. But it's never quiet or boring!)#(Wait until giant robots start roaming around the campus. And wild animals.)

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“That’s… That’s okay!” Mikan replied, having sensed the awkward vibe between her and Sonia. Perhaps she said something wrong. “S-Sorry! There’s l-lots of places I’ve n-never been to, either. Like… uhm…” She trailed off, unable to think of someplace off the top of her head. She smiled awkwardly and chewed the inside of her cheek to keep from tearing up. One more mess up like that and Sonia was sure to start hating her.

But as Sonia continued to describe the medical situation at home, Mikan found herself more and more intrigued. Hospital births and other medical procedures were only recently allowed? Mikan was so used to the idea of modern medicine and the Japanese health care system that any other way seemed outrageous. She was instantly reminded of the stacks of vintage medical textbooks piled high in her dorm room, filled with outlandish medical procedures and outdated science. The progression of medical sciences had always been one that Mikan had taken a deep interest in, and reading various texts and reports on tools and practices from long ago had become a bit of a hobby for the nurse.

“At home b-births are rather complicated to p-pull off. The doctor and nurses involved m-must be very skilled and able to deal w-with any complications that m-might come. I’ve only w-witnessed one birth… but that was in a h-hospital setting and so there was a lot m-more equipment meant to deal with possible p-problems,” she added to the conversation, largely ignoring the displays in shop windows as they walked.

Mikan was too used to Japan’s ability to advertise anything and everything through the overstimulating crowded window displays so common these days. But she completely understood why Sonia was so enthralled by it all.

Upon entry into the drugstore, Sonia’s excitement at the rather mundane made Mikan a little nervous at first. The few other patrons gave the two girls rather odd looks, which only added to the rather nervous girl’s anxiety. But when she noticed Sonia was thoroughly enjoying herself wandering the aisles and being amazed at such normal things as shampoo and travel-sized first-aid kits, Mikan couldn’t help the small chuckle that left her. Lookers-on be damned! They were friends having fun!

“Mhm! L-Let me show you the first a-aid aisle! Sometimes they h-have little keychains and other free g-gifts when y-you buy the b-bulk packs of bandages,” She explained, turning down one lane and pointing out all the cute adhesive bandages on display. “I l-like this brand best. They stick longer and d-don’t leave as m-much residue.” She grabbed a box off the shelf and showed Sonia; the design on the bandages featured a little mascot frog-like character from some anime that was popular at the time.

“Look, these o-ones come with a free p-pack of tissues!” Mikan exclaimed, picking another box off the shelf.

She hadn't yet mastered it, but there were certain ways she could talk about her home and not make others feel awkward. Of course, Sonia knew to leave out personal details but Novosonian history, especially medical history, she thought might interest Mikan. But the complicated history of medical care in Novoselic seemed to put her on edge: then again, a lot of life seemed to put Mikan on edge. Still, Sonia had been determined that Mikan would have just as fun a time as she was. And yet, since she'd asked and leaving something unexplained...well, it didn't suit any member of the Nevermind family most of the time. The pursuits of knowledge, understanding, and compassion were the tenets that they lived their lives by (towards others, not towards the family), as well as giving every bit of themselves and then some to the crown, as there was no greater honor in their lives.

"I've read about that: that home births truly could depend on the talents of the physician, nurse, or midwife in question," Sonia agreed. Mikan's attention was on her but Sonia's was varied: Mikan and the conversation, a dry cleaners shop (so many outfits hung in plastic bags!), a real estate office (many photos of houses: is that how normal people acquired them?), and a pachinko parlor (it was very loud and colorful! Hardly suitable for a conversation). "Centuries ago, when the first hospitals were being founded, there was the risk of possible sickness being caught by members of the aristocracy, including the Royal Family. So it was deemed safer to have at-home births, for both the heir, the spare, and any children that would follow. But until 50 years ago or so, royal births remained at home due to a scandal in the mid-nineteenth century: a conspiracy plotted between a jealous valet in a Duke's household and a hospital doctor almost kidnapped the new infant heir to be held for ransom, but they were uncovered just in time. It was deemed too risky for the Royal Family to follow suit in hospitals, until the private royal wing was opened in one of the capitol's hospitals. Now, royal babies are always born there!"

Part of being a princess was memorizing and adhering to the long, long list of rules that all members of the family were expected to follow. They made up a textbook in and of themselves, an official guide to being royal that never left the various official residences. But there was no guidance on how to navigate a chemist shop, and so Sonia eagerly peered up and down the aisles until Mikan directed her to the first aid section. "Yes! You are the expert, so I shall follow!" She agreed, nodding the way an army cadet would acknowledge their superior. It caused a few more heads to turn at the two girls, in their brown Hope's Peak uniforms with one showing just a tad more enthusiasm than the other. But Sonia didn't mind: she followed Mikan to the appropriate section, her blue eyes widening as her friend pointed out the ideal brand for bandages.

"Oh, this frog is very cute! And the bandages seem so functional too, I like them," Sonia beamed, taking a box and placing it into her plastic basket. She'd picked one up upon entry: for once she was going to purchase her own supplies! "And look! If you get the disinfectant too, you'll get a frog keychain. It has its own hat and stethoscope!"

She pointed at the package deal: sealed in cellophane was a pack of bandages and a tube of disinfectant, alongside the aforementioned keychain. The kawaii frog mascot was dressed like a medical professional (Sonia didn't want to assume it was a nurse, not with Mikan standing right beside her and Mikan would know best). "It's a good reminder to stay healthy. Mikan-san, let's both get these kits so we can have matching keychains! What do you think?"

#hxpelessnurse #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(I just thought the two of them having matching keychains on their school bags would be really cute :D)

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Minato knew the risks of dating her, but everything had a risk in its own. Because he was unfortunately, seen as a celebrity in the eyes of the public, he already had to be careful about many things his did in his daily life, as everything could be potentially used against him: things he said to people, especially in interviews. things he did on his free time, and what he posted on social media. With Sonia, he had to be extra careful, not just for his own sake, but for hers especially, lots of risks, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him, his feelings for her were true, and so was hers for him, he was confident they would manage, like they have been thus far with the few times they had already been away from each other. There would come another time again where they were would be apart due to their own respective business affairs, Minato’s Paranormal Investigations and guest appearances, and Sonia’s various royal duties.

The two of them walking with arms linked was already a risk factor, but thankfully with the rush of the holidays, there were many people around, so many in fact, that him and Sonia had managed to blend in with the crowd relatively well, eliminating the possibility of any paparazzi sneaking a shot of them together, there was just too many people around, so that was a bit comforting, but not as comforting as the curtains behind the photo booth, a small space just enough for two people, three as well but two people providing the most even space for comfort.

[{ 🦋 }] - “I know right? Almost makes it feel like we’re actually there.”

After he prompted her closer, a timer countdown of five seconds, a warm smile and camera flash as the first picture is taken before returning back to the frame and background selection menu for picture number two of five. He was glad she had agreed to this, with a picture of them together, he had something to look at on those days and nights where he missed her, their busy lives made time together a bit tricky, but he understood, they would always see each other again eventually, the waiting part always just felt so long, but he always looked forward to her phone calls, the odd face time call here or there too when possible. For now, even something as simple as posing for a picture with her was, it was special to him.

With the first picture done, he watched as Sonia took her time looking through the many other backdrops they could use in the picture, and there were quite the assortment to choose from, at least it had variety. So many of them to pick from, he was curious to know which she would choose, truthfully, Minato was just happy to be taking a picture with her at all, so the backdrop and border frames didn’t really matter to him, but he was still curious to see her decision.

The first one she looked at, was one with fairy lights behind them, brightly shining so beautifully, but before he could comment on the first one, she had already switched to the next, a display of a what looked like the north pole, and a few others, he was glad to see her so invested in this as he was.

[{ 🦋 }] - “There’s lots of nice ones to pick from right? This booth has a good variety.”

A few more slides forward, and eventually they came to one that had a more cozy and homey kind of feeling, A warm fireplace and a Christmas tree, a simple choice, but a lovely one. Traveling places was fun, sure, especially during the holiday season. But nothing beat spending indoors being warm and cozy with the person you loved, now that to Minato, was a perfect Christmas, so he approved of her choice.

[{ 🦋 }] - “This one looks relaxing, sure!” Was all he was able too say, she was rather quick to push the button, so he quickly got ready to pose for the shot, moving in closer to her, his arm comfortable around her as he watched the countdown, smiling when prompted too, a second with a flash and a smile, the next picture was done, three more to go before their photo reel was complete.

Minato wasn’t expecting the next question, so it took him a moment to think about it, well, looking back on his previous holiday seasons, he recalled always being in a different country each time for work, so his past Christmases, had been spent in foreign countries instead of at home, so thinking of it now, a cozy Christmas inside sounded rather lovely, something he hadn’t really gotten the chance to enjoy in a while.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Hmm.. Well, as nice as seeing my friends sounds, most of them are all pretty busy, even during the holiday season so I doubt anyone could make it out here. But, it’s honestly been a long time since I could actually enjoy a Christmas inside at home, each holiday season, I’ve always been in another country instead of home.”

Maybe she should've stopped longer on each choice, maybe there were backgrounds, like the fairy lights, that Minato would have wanted. But as far as Sonia could tell, they were on limited time in the booth until it simply chose for them. But in reality, she felt as if they were on limited time, more often than not. Beyond the constraints of what she'd picture a normal life, a lie in on the weekends until one or both were hungry, a job with defined hours, everything about their secret liaison was limited. It was so daring to even take Minato's arm in public that it wasn't until they'd sat behind the curtain of the photo booth that Sonia's heart stopped racing.

Out of everyone she'd tried to become close to, it was Minato Arisato who was best poised to understand the constraints she was under. A celebrity in his own right, his public presence was both carefully managed and under scrutiny. Even before they'd met, she'd known it to be the case (considering she'd followed his Instagram long before he'd taken a seat in the front of her university's lecture hall, under a fake account).

Still, he didn't deserve it. A facetime here, a call there, the occasional long weekend that their schedules matched up and no one important would miss them. Those, Sonia loved the most: sometimes they did what she believed couples on TV to do: they saw exhibitions, movies, ate out at inconspicuous restaurants with hats and sunglasses and outfits they wouldn't normally don for the public eye. They were always far too short but she adored them: much of the time they were apart, she took notes on what the newest Tokyo attractions where and texted them to him with various emojis and stickers. She also sent him alerts whenever a particularly creepy-themed cafe had availability, followed by gifs of small animals with pleading eyes. It tended to do the trick.

But it would be remiss to ignore the fact that, deep down, Sonia Nevermind wanted more. She wanted to not have to covertly contact the person she loved. She wanted to be able to see him, properly, every day. The things she wanted both seemed so very mundane and yet too much to ask, and his easy agreement to the cozy Christmas scene was proof. It had to stay on a photobooth photograph. She bit back a tired sigh, turning to smile at him, and then the camera, instead.

"You never spend Christmas at home?" She inquired. Such a confession was enough to pull her out of her head and her own worries and into another concern: Minato's happiness. "That sounds very lonely. I always spend Christmas at home as it's a requirement...but that can be lonely too. A lot, actually. I wonder then, if it's less about the physical location and more about the people you spend it with. Which makes me sad, Minato-kun, if you are to be alone on Christmas."

For all the many problems she could fix or would spend her life trying to help, this was one she couldn't easily alter. They picked through the rest of the photos but Sonia squeezed Minato's arm a bit tighter, leaned in closer: once the curtain was drawn back again they would need to be on their guard. At the moment, a cozy little fireplace, a decorated tree, and Minato at her side were all she'd wished for that year. A dream, one that was likely to remain as such while she fulfilled others. That needed to be enough, or at least keep her going until the season's obligations were done.

"I've had a thought," She piped up again after they'd posed for the last photo. Somewhere between photos 3 and 4, her hand had slid down his arm to find his, entwining their fingers together. "Are you able to take any time away in the beginning of January? As that's often when I'm permitted a holiday away from my work, at least for a little while. Maybe we could do some sort of a belated Christmas and go anywhere we like?"

She hadn't been able to ask him what he'd thought of it, for at that moment the photographs had finished fully printing. With her free hand, Sonia reached for the strip of seasonal sticker photos and promptly gasped. "Look!" She whispered, holding it out to him. "Some of the photos are all distorted! Like the photographs your team has taken on some episodes of Paranormal Quest! What happened here, though?"

#dxfiedfxte #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(We can make this a short thread since it's seasonal of course!)#(But it's not without Sonia feeling a bit guilty about their statuses. In their careers and as a couple)#(Your reply inspired me to include some of Sonia's thoughts on the matter)

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This blog is now archived!

As the title says, this blog is now archived. It has been remade over at @more-than-a-princess !

I’m aiming for a leaner dash, so please, if you’re an RP blog only follow if you intend to write with me. If you’d prefer to simply read my threads, that’s fine, but please follow me on a personal account so I do not accidentally follow you back.

As it stands, I will have replies posted on this account until Friday afternoon. All new replies will come from the new account after that. This post will be pinned and periodically reblogged throughout the next few weeks.

#more-than-a-princess musings #more-than-a-princess PSA #(Thursday morning reblog)

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This blog is now archived!

As the title says, this blog is now archived. It has been remade over at @more-than-a-princess !

#more-than-a-princess musings #more-than-a-princess PSA #(reblogging for a few weeks)

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This blog is now archived!

As the title says, this blog is now archived. It has been remade over at @more-than-a-princess !

I'm aiming for a leaner dash, so please, if you’re an RP blog only follow if you intend to write with me. If you’d prefer to simply read my threads, that’s fine, but please follow me on a personal account so I do not accidentally follow you back.

#more-than-a-princess PSA #more-than-a-princess musings

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Grumbling quietly to himself he had sunk to crouch embarrassed about what he had done. At any moment maybe her guards were going to come scold him for crossing the line as a stupid commoner or whatever those hoaxy stories always told. He only has read a few of these, most of this was from the movies he would watching with Ryo-kun’s little sister. She was all about these kind of things - prince charming and white knights that swoop in and seem to totally say the cheesiest of things that made no sense. It was also like they also never consider the maiden could handle it on her own, is okay with being touched or kissed without consent and finally… disregarding her own opinions not fueled by what others tell her.

Finally getting his head on straight he looked at her, a small frown. What did she mean by untidy? Anyone would be with all the dancing practice they have been doing. He was sweaty as hell as well. Nothing about it bothered him at all, wouldn’t have on any terms. It was all a natural result of exercising the body. Peeking to look at her as she asked about his water bottle, a short quick glance to his bag where it was sticking out. It wasn’t as if he was hiding it since his bag was next to hers. He did feel a little annoyed though. Weren’t girls usually hypervigilant about the actions of others? That’s what he usually saw, but then again this was also a country’s princess with specific training from the time she could most likely walk.

Standing up, he walked over to her and took the drink. “Thanks.” Taking a sip he passed it back to her before wiping away the wetness from his lips from it. “You’re the one seeming to not be okay with any of this, so I’ll go.” Scooping up his bag he pulled out the towel he had brough and wrapped it around his neck. Since he had the steps down last time might as well leave before doing anything else that’s going to be misunderstood. Typically he was rather levelheaded, yet this time he was losing his cool.

“Sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

He'd all but grabbed the water bottle from her hands, took a drink, and then couldn't get rid of it fast enough. And all the while, still sweaty and tired, Sonia couldn't understand what had happened. He'd been the one so embarrassed that he'd covered his face with his hands: Sonia's only apprehensions had been that she felt far too sweaty and unclean to even be desirable to touch at the moment and that offering a sip from her own water bottle was the sort of intimacy that friends didn't often share. At least not friends in Japan, the place where the act of holding hands held far more gravity than the rest of the world. Much less a kiss on the cheek (or both cheeks) in greeting: no wonder she'd read how shocked Japanese tourists were in the likes of Paris. Their glittering rococo dreams shattered in exchange for dirt, gray skies, and unfriendly locals who all but demanded tourists at least attempt their native tongue.

With the cultural nuances of Japan in mind, then, Sonia couldn't fathom what had upset Peter so. He'd asked for her help and she'd happily complied: she'd been patient with him as he'd stumbled through the first few tries and stepped all over her for the others. And now, just as he'd finally begun to ease into the dances he'd need for the formal parties the label was insisting the group members attend, he'd shut down. Or lashed out, the best way Peter could, she supposed. It wasn't as if she'd ever really heard him raise his voice.

"But that's a bit silly, isn't it? This rehearsal studio is in your record label's building, so you should be the one to stay," Sonia called after him, unhooking the petticoat from around her waist. Letting it fall to the floor, she folded it the best she could before sticking it back into her bag. With her feet still tender and unlikely to make it, not with the way they swelled in her dancing shoes, to a nearby chair, Sonia took a seat on the glossy wooden floor and got to work at the straps over the arches. "And I feel that it's the other way round: instead, you are the one made terribly uncomfortable by all of this. So instead, I shall take my leave before I agitate you further. You've got a handle on the steps you'll need, in any case."

She winced as she, perhaps a bit too quickly, pulled her feet from her shoes and was met with blistered toes. The idea of putting on closed-toed boots was enough to make her shudder in disgust, but between the ballet flats she'd brought as spare shoes and the boots she'd come in with, the latter looked slightly more normal with her leggings. "I can relax at home," She muttered as she reached for one of her socks, tugging it as gently as she could over her tender foot. An epsom salt bath, with a bit of lavender to calm her mood, would be ideal. Carefully zipping up one boot, she reached for the next sock.

"Don't mind me, I'll be off as soon as I've got my boots on," She assured him apologetically. Perhaps she should've been angry due to her own confusion, but Sonia only felt sad, remorseful, by it all. In the span of a few minutes he'd changed from being her friend to becoming something else, and she wasn't sure if she liked it. Not if she lost a friend in the process.

#galaxybeginnings #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(Pictured: two idiots who don't understand each other)#(Bonus if he goes off in a huff and his friends ask him what happened)

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It was a tenuous situation for him: he went throughout a lot of investigating and planning before even arriving at the Maldives, not to mention the logistics and getting a job at the most optimal location, getting familiar with the terrain, the locals and getting things ready for this mission… If things go south it could alert the one he was investigating – and right now even solid lead on their identity was tenuous at best, so there would be no telling what happens if things go wrong. Yet somehow that wasn’t his main concern – Shirou trusted that Sonia would never be cruel to someone undeserving. Even when that creepy guy from her school inched past her boundaries she tried to turn him down as nicely as possible, if his memory served and her own narrative was to be trusted….And he trusted her words. That was how the princess has always been during their interactions: honest, forthcoming, a little sheltered but a brilliant and polite girl. He noticed how she seemed slightly disturbed looking at him and whilst he knew that she was no shrinking violet it might certainly be an uncomfortable situation to be around a guy undressing out of nowhere. There wasn’t much Shirou could do right now, unwilling to do any suspicious actions – she might misinterpret if he would reach out for the bag to retrieve a shirt. The young man mentally apologized for it, quietly asking her to endure a while longer until they clear things out.

She certainly seemed more mature since the last time they have met, the joyous girl fascinated with Japanese culture, the occult and serial killers had bloomed into a beautiful woman. Perfect porcelain skin devoid of any blemishes, even and soft-looking like the finest silk. Her aureate hair had a resplendent quality, as if made of sunrays. Her frame have acquired curves in all the right places – simply put, Sonia grew more beautiful than ever. Honestly, Shirou was in awe of her, despite how inappropriate the moment was. His friend has always been a very attractive girl, comparing her to a fairy tale princess was something that Sonia might not appreciate yet it was quite on the dot … Something that he should keep to himself, even more so in this very delicate moment of their conversation.

❝ Yes, it was my mistake. I have checked a few days ago and I should have checked before. I wasn’t planning getting any close to the villa itself either. ❞ Emiya had to acknowledge his error, adding the latter part in case she was implying that he would be a robber. It was hard to tell which would be worse: to be mistaken for a tabloid journalist or someone trying to break into her place… ….Well, he was going to break into someone else’s place. Or was planning to. ❝ I understand it is distressing to have an uninvited guest at your private villa. I’m sorry. ❞

A relieved smile formed as she recalled his name. ❝ This is what happens when you use magecraft far beyond your abilities. I’m afraid this is permanent. ❞ His left hand moved, ❝ Tʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏɴ . ❞ A gentle azure flicker of his magic circuits, the soft stream of mana took shape of a blade – onyx coloring, crimson markings like a turtle’s shell, Kanshou acquiring height in his hand. He swirled it in his fingers, feeling the balance and the sensation before offering it by the handle for the princess to hold.

❝ It is good to see you again, Sonia.❞

It was a tense moment. If it had been in the Royal Council meeting hall, Sonia would have been much more at ease, standing her ground under the scrupulous gazes of the (mostly old) men who sized her, and her opinions, her plans, her desires to contribute to her country's future well before she became its leader, up. Some of them were likely charmed by her pretty face (mostly as Sonia didn't want to consider them being charmed by any other physical attributes), others simply humored her most of the time, but eventually, after tense moment of drinking her in and factoring her into all of their interests and skepticisms, she would eventually get her points across.

That made sense. This man, the way he currently stared at her in awe, and some recognition (he'd known her name after all), was a mystery. Even if the situation at hand was far simpler than, say, rewriting laws to ensure the lower classes were paying less in tax percentage: he simply wanted to use her private residence on the island. But this wasn't a weekly council session: she had no idea how this would unfold. Sonia huffed: she normally enjoyed such adventures, but he knew something she didn't: he knew her and not the other way round. And she hated being left in the dark.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you were intending to break in," She admitted, her foot nudging the kickstand until it sprung free, allowing her to lean her bike's weight on it. "Some of the bolder journalists do just that: sometimes not even to take anything tangible, just physical proof for their stories. A few of them have attempted to take trinkets from other homes in my family, but they cannot go too far with them. They're near impossible to sell due to their rare nature." And that being in possession of antiques belonging to the Novoselic Royal Family was a felony in her country, one that most foreign nations did not wish to entangle themselves in: not a nation, though small, with that much military power.

Though he seemed to be in possession of another type of power entirely. It was wise for her to have let the bike stand on its own, for what happened next was particularly unnerving. A rush of old, mostly suppressed memories, to dull the feelings of pain and disappointment in order to be the princess, and the person, that her family and friends needed her to be. What her nation needed her to be. She yelped, jumping in the air in surprise when his hands began to move, tracing over a weapon that didn't exist, not really, and yet she'd seen it before.

She'd held it before, too, when a younger boy, with red hair and a warm smile, offered her the handle. She'd tended to wounds she didn't understand after a fight she couldn't comprehend. But he'd been grateful and answered as many questions of hers as he could, eventually manifesting two glowing blades. One of which had been reimagined on the shores of a small island in the Maldives, seven years later.

One step, then two, and she found herself a meter away from him on the sand. A slender hand reached out for the handle and, just like the teenage princess had come to learn in a world that felt so long ago, she found it to be deceptively light and simple to hold. Not to wield, that was a different skill entirely. It was warm too, with a pleasant shock that coursed through her as her fingers tightened, just for a second, around the handle.

Or perhaps that was just due to his voice.

"Shirou-san!" She cried, with enough force to make her arm, and thus the blade in her hand, shake. Being this excitable while holding a weapon likely wasn't wise, but there was little room for common sense at the moment. Not when she had surprises and inquiries to contend with. "Where have you been since you left for England with Rin-chan? Why haven't you contacted anyone? What sort of magecraft was so dangerous it altered your physical appearance permanently? Why are you in the Maldives now? How did you get so tall? How is everyone else in the Emiya household?"

All of her questions had been delivered in a single breath, until Sonia could speak no longer. With a gasp, both to subdue her shock and her barrage of demands, she finally straightened. Even on vacation, she was still a princess and accustomed to taking charge. "Very well, you best come with me to the villa then," She instructed. It wasn't a request. "If the staff catches a stranger here, they too shall believe the worst and I've asked for a snack set up after my bike ride. It's entirely possible you've already been seen."

The fact he was shirtless was now the least of her problems, for now at least. But it gave her something else to focus on besides trying to decipher how he obtained those pectorals and abdominals, plus the aforementioned height, in the years they'd been apart. Kicking up the kickstand once more, she wheeled her bike to the front of the villa, set it in its proper rack, and retrieved a key from her pocket. Opening the front door, they were greeted to a light and airy open kitchen and living area, the dining room off to the side. On the low table in front of two white canvas sectionals was an array of freshly cut fruit and pitchers of water and fruit iced teas. "I wasn't intending on eating lunch today, so I'm afraid this is all I've got. But please, take what you like," She offered. She'd intended to have one of the chefs prepare her dinner in the villa or venture into the lobby building, and one of its many restaurants, for a meal later. Now, Sonia wished she'd had something more substantial: fruit likely wouldn't be enough to cover his explanations to all of her questions.

#despairfiles #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(Ah yes. There it is. The 'aha!' moment.)#(At least she's trying to be hospitable.)

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Aoi couldn’t help but sigh in relief when Sonia happily accepted the invitation to help her prepare for charity events. The tomboy wasn’t great at spending a lot of time preening her appearance or learning proper etiquette in formal situations, she was much too busy practicing her baseball swing or running laps or perfecting her backstroke. It’d be a welcomed relief to learn from a professional - was Sonia a professional? In Hina’s eyes she was.

“Yeah! That’s a good idea! I’ll ask coach what she wants us to wear! And then I’ll let you know what she said so we can plan out a really good outfit! I wanna be the coolest looking person there so fans will wanna donate more to the charity!” Aoi exclaimed. Her logic on how to get people to donate may have been a little flawed but her heart was in the right place. She was too engrossed in the idea of getting help from an actual princess that she didn’t even notice said princess’s mispronunciation.

“And I should totally make some Musubi for you one day! Meat comes in cans here in Japan too! It’s like… ham, kinda. I dunno how to explain it but its really good,” She added. Her face twisted with confusion and doubt for a moment as Sonia asked if it hurt the animal. Shaking her head she answered as honestly as she could, “I don’t think so… the meat’s all chopped up and condensed into a loaf beforehand. I think. And like, the pork’s been killed and cooked before that happens, so there’s totally no way it can feel it being put into the can…”

But now she was starting to doubt that. What if the pig could feel?

Maybe she’d stick to plant based protein for awhile…

She shook the thoughts of animals being shoved into cans away as the thought of visiting her favourite cafe became the main topic. “Your classmate said that to you? If someone said something like that to me I woulda kicked em so hard where the sun doesn’t shine they’d have to crawl on their hands and knees for at least two weeks,” She sneered, scowling at the thought. “But I don’t think this cafe’s got china… It’s too small for that.”

For many people, a new situation, a new set of skills to master, brought on anxiety. Sonia had met quite a few people in such a state during walkabouts, tours, balls and glamorous parties: too nervous they'd mess it all up to even look her in the eye and with hands slick with sweat, she'd needed to wipe her own after every handshake with a handkerchief provided by her assistant. Or simply wear gloves, which Sonia wasn't terribly fond of: it seemed too stuffy, not as personable and warm.

But Aoi Asahina did not hold such reservations. Instead, she seemed to jump into the situation like the way she dived into the swimming pool: with great enthusiasm. "You'll look wonderful, Asahina-san, as your excitement and passion will radiate from you, fo' sho'!" Sonia assured her, "And your clothes will reflect that. But I will help coach you on conversation: what to say, questions to ask and topics to discuss. I believe it shall be what you say and believe in that shall truly inspire others to support your causes. It has been what works for me, in any case. But I shall try to do my best for you!"

Besides, they had a lot to learn from one another: While Sonia would prepare her for polite conversation, Aoi had offered to cook this meat in a can dish for her. Sonia's mood brightened even more: it was a form of affection, platonic or otherwise, that she adored. Provided it didn't come with strings attached, like Hanamura's often did.

"I would love that, thank you Hina-san!" She nodded, a bit too forcefully but it was only out of excitement. "I had no idea that meat was kept in cans here as well. How fascinating! I thought it might have been unique to Hawaii. And I think I understand: the animal is dead and its meat is cut up into small pieces before being put in the can. That sounds far more reasonable: I have visited some of Novoselic's farms and seen how animals are raised. We work to enforce the most humane laws possible for farming, to give the animals the best quality of life. So the prospect of pushing a pig into a metal container seems a bit barbaric."

Sonia, at least, felt better about eating musubi. And whatever pastry treats Hina's favorite cafe: even if they weren't on china, her chest didn't need to be used for bargaining. "Oh, that's perfectly all right, I will very much enjoy a normal cafe! But I do not believe violence is appropriate, especially towards classmates. I usually just insist with a firm 'no' that I am not interested...but for two of them, that does not seem to be sufficient. Hina-san, how might I better convey my disinterest in romance to two of the boys in my class? I do not wish to kick them, but do you have alternative ideas?"

Perhaps not the best conversation to have upon entering the cafe: considering how small it was, both patrons and workers alike looked up at the two girls, alarmed, as they stepped over the threshold.

"Oh wow, look at all of them!" Sonia squealed, gesturing to the pastries behind the counter. "However shall we choose one? They all look delicious!"

#chloriineheart #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse

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Eira nods in reply to Sonia’s remark over titles. Chiming in with a sound of agreement as she takes the pizzas in hand. She doesn’t walk away yet, listening to see what would come of their offer. If both hands weren’t preoccupied, she may be crossing her fingers.

But this is a losing situation, and Raguna knows it. Not that he necessarily wants to leave but manners and a (mostly) gentlemanly demeanor seem to demand that he makes the effort not to impose himself on what was not his gathering. There’s also the issue of them both being girls somewhat near his age and– whoa, don’t think about that! Full stop. Even if his concern is everyone else’s reaction to that… staying around here sure would be a little more interesting than doing miscellaneous things around the house until he was ready for bed.

Besides, saying no to either of those faces…

“Right. Sonia. Well, I guess there’s no reason I couldn’t stay for a little while. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen either of you.” Not that he expected to see Sonia again ever, but that’s another thing entirely. There were many people who came in and out of Raguna’s life, and though he made an effort to stay in touch… well, he was just one guy! One guy who suddenly had enough extra money in his hand to buy pizza himself for a week if he were so inclined. Which he wasn’t. A moment for it to sink in.

“H-hold on, did you really mean to– this is–” Exasperation and surprise, as he looks between them both. Smiles on both their faces. It wouldn’t take much for him to be quiet, awkwardly taking the money and putting it into his bag with a muttered ‘thank you’. Eira chuckles, taking the pizzas over to the table and making some room with the champagne glasses and other items taking up space.

“It’s for your troubles. I’m glad you understand, Raguna-kun.” A chuckle as she moves another few things and goes to get her glass refilled (with water this time). She’s feeling wonderful about this arrangement. The part time worker extraordinaire would serve as an additional force in the side of order during the evening while being a polite gentleman himself. With her multiple glasses of champagne (oops) it was likely only a matter of time before she started losing some of her composure. She could become open to suggestions.

Or if she passed out once her enthusiasm and energy dropped out, the young man could serve as alternative conversation and she’d feel a little less guilty. Surely a stroke of luck that it was Raguna at the door delivering, it’s unlikely she’d have done this with any other delivery person. With how intermittent he even worked this position… well! Maybe it was just one of those weird days. From the beginning with how well the concert went to the surprising befriending of European royalty.

“Ambushed with cameras, always a wonderful experience. I’m glad for roomy hats and sweaters when I’m out in public for that reason. If it isn’t a camera it’s a cell phone. There’s the fans who are courteous about requests but… there’s many that aren’t. And I can’t be alone when I find it bizarre how many details they want about where I’m going or what I’ve just done. There’s only a few people we trust past the lobby at the studio for this reason. For royalty it can’t be much different, if not worse. In this case… I will certainly yield. But Raguna doesn’t even know how to use his camera, does he?” Eira smiles, and the other isn’t sure whether to rebuke or laugh.

“N-not really, haha. I can use actual cameras but my phone tends to confuse me a lot.” It should be noted he has no idea what to do or where to go, outside of kneeling down to take off his shoes. While unsure if there was a rule or not, best be safe.

Finally, he'd acquiesced! Of course, if Raguna had more pressing matters to attend to, like additional pizzas to deliver or sleep before his next day of work, she certainly would have accepted such excuses. But there was a level of politeness he didn't need to maintain: he was around friends, after all. Eira and Raguna had needed to exchange little for Sonia to understand that. Besides, her new friend looked almost gleeful by Raguna's arrival: perhaps she held a soft spot for him? Sonia smiled, looking from one to the other: she could understand. They were both lovely people, as far as she was concerned.

"How wonderful! Please, please do come in," Sonia beamed, clasping her hands together in delight as she moved further away from the doorway. One, in order to let him inside properly and close the door behind him and two, so she could be out of the way as she texted her security further instructions: mostly that the young man who had delivered their meal was a friend and perfectly safe, considering they'd likely screened him upon arrival anyway. But he might require a car to get home in the morning and it should be arranged at the proper time.

Once the proper messages had been conveyed, Sonia pocketed her phone to convey some improper ones. Nothing raunchy of course, just the way the Princess of Novoselic perceived the world. She poured herself another glass of champagne, resisting the urge to throw open the lids to both boxes and tear into the meal. She hadn't eaten that much since her morning brunch, which was more work than indulgence anyway.

"Yes, it is a proper 'tip'!" Sonia added cheerfully, "I imagine delivery is quite problematic, especially so late at night. I'm sure I did that correctly, so you mustn't be so alarmed, Raguna-san. It is part of your job and you have earned it!" That job now also entailed socializing with Sonia and Eira, though the thought hadn't floated through Sonia's mind. Instead, she was simply happy to be in the company of friends, even if one of them had yet to master his mobile's camera function.

That was surprising, and something she'd need to rectify before they began eating pizza. "Unexpected and invasive photographs and videos are truly awful," She agreed, nodding at Eira, "The media can certainly twist the meaning or interpretation of a captured interaction, not to mention there are others who hold such contempt for you that they'll send information to the media themselves in order to disgrace you! I feel that idols are perhaps more beloved in that regard and have less spiteful fans to do that to you...I'm afraid to say that not all members of aristocratic houses possess pure hearts. It's practically the norm for my family to be maligned by others in the gossip blogs these days: our public relations team works very hard."

"But!" Sonia continued, shooting Raguna a hopeful smile. If there was one person who was genuinely friendly, it was him. "I cannot believe Raguna-san could do such things. And we should assist him, Eira-chan, in using his mobile's camera. How else shall we save his number in our address books? I quite like seeing friends on my screen when they call: it helps me feel less lonely whilst I'm working or traveling. So, please watch, Raguna-san! This is how you take the 'selfie.'"

Taking a seat beside him, Sonia retrieved her phone once more, showing him the precise process: which application to open, the various photo settings, and which were best for specific features. "Now, this one is ideal for photographing food, and this one is the perfect size for Instagram..." She went on, browsing through the various features before pressing the button that turned the camera around. "But this is what you utilize to that photographs of yourself, the 'selfie!' It is ideal when you do not have someone to hold your phone for you, or you simply don't wish to involve anyone else. Eira-chan, come over too! We shall take a 'selfie' of the three of us so we might always remember this enjoyable time. And we can use them for our calling screens!"

#dcviated #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(You know you're tech-challenged when -Sonia- is the one explaining your phone's camera function)#(This woman can't properly operate a toaster. A TOASTER.)#(I can't imagine how amused Eira is rn)

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NEVERMIND!!

#more-than-a-princess art #(I’ve shared this before but I still love it)#(Thank you Sin for sending it over :) )

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“You get into trouble that much, huh?” He asked the question lightly, but his playfulness died down as suddenly as it had come, as the question brought him back to reality. She was a gang leader, just like him. She seemed to carry a sort of kindness about her, and a naive innocence, but she had responsibilities to her family, and a lot of weight on her shoulders. Above all though, her family was his enemy, since they’d crossed certain boundaries with Toman. Hopefully, she would truly right that wrong, because he found himself liking her, despite himself.

The feeling only intensified when she so earnestly proclaimed that she’d get the hang of riding in no time. “Yeah, height has plenty to do with it. Mine is actually lower to the ground because.. Nevermind.” He quickly looked away, suddenly embarrassed. He couldn’t bring himself to say that he was shorter than even she was. He’d just had years of practice, and he’d always been short. Luckily, that didn’t dampen his strength at all, and he was able to haul the blonde up with ease.

Mikey was relieved that she wanted to use the helmet, despite its shabby appearance. It would be pretty bad if he ended up accidentally killing the Borghese heir. Although he was pretty confident in his driving skills, it was best to be safe. Once she’d fastened it snugly upon her head, he was off, a grin upon his features at the feel of the wind on his face.

He was so certain that a girl that had never been on a bike would freak out when she realized how recklessly he drove. In fact, ever since Emma had ridden with him just once, she’d never done so again. He’d gone so much slower for his sister, and she’d still been terrified. However, Sonia’s grip was firm but not tight, like it would be if she was afraid. When they were on a straight road with no cars around, he risked a glance back at her. He was both surprised and impressed that she was smiling brightly, and she seemed to be having a great time.

Emboldened, he picked up speed a bit more, and they made it to the city over from Shinjuku in record time. At a stop light, he heard a squeal. The Toman leader was sure that she’d had enough of his driving by now, but no. She was excited about various shops nearby. He couldn’t help but snicker a bit. She was so unlike any gang leader that he’d ever met. “Is that a manga? Parfaits are great though, I gotta admit.” He replied nonchalantly, finding that he was also smiling now. “As long as things go well, maybe we can stop by on the way back.” Although, she’d likely judge him when he demanded the kid’s flag that came on top. Not that he really cared what she thought of him. Before they could continue the conversation, the light changed, and he sped off once more.

They made it to Shinjuku soon after that, and at her directions, he pulled into the side alley. “You sure my baby is gonna be okay here?” He asked skeptically. “If anyone touches her.. I’ll kill them.” At the Ultimate Mafia Boss’ question, he broke out into laughter, before his expression turned almost feral. “I wish someone would try and mess with me. But I know how it is. I’ve been in plenty of sketchy areas, where we’ve had our turf wars.” His expression darkened even more, as he thought of the last gang fight he’d been in. Toman had won, but at what cost? They’d lost Baji, one of the founding members. Once of his best friends.

“Let’s go.” He practically growled, trying to shake himself from the thoughts of Baji’s death. He figured that it wasn’t her first rodeo in the seedy area of Shinjuku, but he found himself mirroring her question, as he followed after her to whatever club they’d find their target at.. “What about you princess?” He asked in a mischievous way. “You gonna be alright without that bulletproof car of yours?”

Sonia gasped. Not from the bike's speed, no: they'd come to a complete stop at the red light. But because Mikey had asked about Esper Ito. Did he really not know? Out of everything that had happened so far, that was one of the more surprising revelations of the afternoon. Sonia held his waist with one hand before quickly gesturing to the shop in question. "You've never heard of Esper Ito-chan!?" She asked incredulously. Mikey might have well said he'd never heard of Mickey Mouse or Anpanman. "It's one of the most popular anime! Especially in my country: there's the anime of course, and now the manga and all of the side stories, light novels, several companion video games, toys, a card collecting game, the live action TV adaptation, the stage show here in Tokyo-"

She paused, her hand coming to hold onto his waist comfortably again. He was going faster but she didn't feel the need to grip him like her life depended on it. If he wanted to harm her, he would've done it already and frankly, it was a bit more fun to ride that way: she was jostled about more, felt the sharp turns more, felt everything more. It helped quell some of the embarrassment she felt and showed, all over her face. "Ah...that is, yes. It's a manga. I try not to discuss it much when working: Esper Ito or parfaits. But both are wonderful. Just...not what's wanted or expected from me, I suppose." His optimism was met with surprise as they continued on. Sonia had a feeling things would go well: whether her heart was in for celebrating after, however, was another matter. Her mother insisted that's what made her soft, too soft, when it came to handling problems within the Family. Sonia felt that compassion wasn't overrated in the least.

Once they'd parked, she took off the helmet and handed it back to him. "Oh yes, your motorcycle is quite secure here," She replied, with assurance in her voice as she nodded to the nearby building and its four bodyguards outside. "The sort of clientele this area attracts...well. They're far more interested in what's going on beyond those doors than your bike. You'll see what I mean. Just...I'm sorry for having to take you here in advance, it may make you a bit uncomfortable."

They seemed like the last sort of people who would try to get into such a place, but one look at Sonia and the four men greeted her eagerly, as if they were keen not to upset her. Explaining that Mikey was there with her on official business, they waved the two inside. "This way," She prompted him to follow her, through the main foyer and down the red carpeted stairs. Pushing open the intricate wooden door at the bottom, Sonia stepped into what could only be described as a hostess bar. Of sorts. One that wasn't currently open for business but women ranging from just a few years older than her all the way to mid-forties (at least they looked it) milled about the empty bar and tables in various states of dress: some in robes, some with their makeup just freshly applied, all of them without their heels on and enjoying a meal, a respite, or both. "We are closed until five! And no minors!" A dark-haired woman, elegant and mature in her crisp skirt-suit, called out from behind the bar. Sonia shook her head and approached, the woman's dark eyes finally registering who it was. "Ah, bonjour Mademoiselle Sonia! I did not see you at first: you always come unaccompanied" The tone in her voice questioned Why the hell would you bring a guy here? Considering the amount of beautiful women to distract him?

"Bonjour Yvette," Sonia greeted her with as confident a smile as she could manage, I'm here, we are here on official business...an official mess. Where might I find Trixie this afternoon?"

"In the back, in her new dressing room," The woman replied, Yvette served as manager, but really she served under a capo who served under Sonia, and so forth. "Her head has swollen far too big for her body since the upgrade, something I cautioned her against. Even if she's earning the most out of all the girls right now, that'll never stick. It matches her...other enhancements now, I think."

"Right," Sonia held back a sigh. She knew exactly the attitude Yvette meant, and soon, so would Mikey. "Take two of the guards from door duty and wait outside the dressing room and wait for my call. When it's over, order every member of security for all of our clubs and casinos to re-enter training, specifically in recognizing fake IDs. Thank you."

A hesitant agreement, more shock than wanting to disobey, from Yvette and Sonia beckoned Mikey away from the main room and its workers: unlike most hostess bars, this one employed women of various nationalities and spoken languages. For foreigners, gaijin hunters, or men simply insisting they wanted something 'exotic,' it was paradise. Sonia proceeded down one of the side hallways, Mikey in tow, stopping at the second door on the right at the end of the hall: a makeshift, glossy enamel sign with 'Trixie' in red cursive font hung on the front. "Please enter!" A cheerful voice on the side announced in Japanese, although heavily accented.

"Ohmygod, hi there Miss Sonia!" She'd barely gotten the door open before a pair of green eyes spotted her, lighting up as she turned in her vanity table seat to face, for all intents and purposes, her boss at present. Trixie was of medium height and slim, but her pale skin only had the faintest dusting of freckles. Long, deep red tresses fell to her mid-back in waves and she wore a tight-fitting emerald dress, short and with two side cutouts, but what was prominently on display were the diamonds that glittered on her neck. Or rather, what the pendant rested on: a large amount of cleavage. Trixie's breasts were big and sat unnaturally high, especially without proper support: she was a favorite for a reason. Two of them, that stared both Sonia and Mikey in the face. "Check it out! Finally, I got a pair of Amina Muaddis! And not the cheap Chinese knockoff shit either, real Aminas!" She swung her legs to the side, out from under her vanity table: black satin shoes with oddly squared heels and rhinestone buckles on the toes. "All for my hard work, y'know!"

She spoke excitedly in English, her Irish accent clear as she looked from Sonia to Mikey. Trixie was young, probably close to Sonia herself in age but she looked at Mikey as if he were her latest prey: if he had any money on him, that is. "He looks a little young to be a customer...unless he's your boyfriend, Miss Sonia? Wouldn't your mother be-"

"He's not my boyfriend," Sonia corrected her, with a tone that did not leave any room for contradiction. "And he's not a customer either. He's the leader of Toman. And Trixie...they are not pleased with you. I urge you to think back on the clients you've entertained recently. And if you cannot recall, I'm sure Sano-san can jog your memory."

Trixie gave a small huff as she took a sip of the glass of wine on her vanity. "I'm guessing he's a lil' young, on the babyface side?" She asked Mikey, switching from English to Japanese. "There's some young ones that come in here, wanting their first experience with a hostess. What happened to him?"

#phantasmalcalamity #Talentswap!AU: Ultimate Mafia Boss verse #(I could've done the entire interrogation but it would have gotten really long)#(And I wanted to leave room for Mikey to react if you wanted him to)#(Sonia's already so tired of this woman's BS)

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