“Yep! Fenrir’s been with me as almost as long as I can remember.” She smiles, like that isn’t a little concerning.
But she got the go ahead! She smiles and nods at that, then put a hand to her chin to think. Hm, what memory could she recount that would feel like an equal trade? …hm… how about?
“Oh! Ok here’s one, so there was this one time Akechi-kun took me clothes shopping, because I didn’t really have anything you know? Found me in mementos, didn’t have any memories either, this was before Fenrir started talking to me I believe” she does not elaborate on any of that and instead continues her recollection. “So he drags me to a clothing store, not anything super fancy since he’s trying not to get attention, and he helps me pick out a few outfits. Like this one!” She gestures to the sweater vest she’s wearing now. “…I couldn’t remember owning anything before. So it was really nice. I’d have been hopeless without him.” She looks to the side, fidgeting with her sleeve. She doesn’t remember the first thing about fashion, or what it was like to own something. That was the first time akechi said she had something of her own. Even if it’s an ordinary memory by others standers it’s special to her. “…so, uh, yeah.” She looks back at Kou with an expression like ‘any questions?’ Like girl there was so much you just glossed over HANNEI-
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But she got the go ahead! She smiles and nods at that, then put a hand to her chin to think.
Hm, what memory could she recount that would feel like an equal trade?
…hm… how about?
“Oh! Ok here’s one, so there was this one time Akechi-kun took me clothes shopping, because I didn’t really have anything you know? Found me in mementos, didn’t have any memories either, this was before Fenrir started talking to me I believe” she does not elaborate on any of that and instead continues her recollection. “So he drags me to a clothing store, not anything super fancy since he’s trying not to get attention, and he helps me pick out a few outfits. Like this one!” She gestures to the sweater vest she’s wearing now. “…I couldn’t remember owning anything before. So it was really nice. I’d have been hopeless without him.” She looks to the side, fidgeting with her sleeve.
She doesn’t remember the first thing about fashion, or what it was like to own something.
That was the first time akechi said she had something of her own. Even if it’s an ordinary memory by others standers it’s special to her.
“…so, uh, yeah.” She looks back at Kou with an expression like ‘any questions?’ Like girl there was so much you just glossed over HANNEI-