[ Sharing a room isn't necessarily a novel concept to her due to gymnastic meets, but doing so with a stranger is certainly new. Would there be enough space? Would they get along all right? What if tonight was the night she suddenly started snoring or talking in her sleep? Kasumi isn't nervous per se--but there is a nagging voice in the back of her mind that can't help but worry about that at least a little bit.
Making her way toward her room, a ball of fluff floating behind her like a miniature cloud, the tiny redhead reaches her destination, determination painted on her face as she stares down the door. All right, no turning back, now all she has to do is knock--
But something else catches her attention first, as a new person approaches. Hearing them approach, she whirls around, seeing the fellow newcomer but not really seeing them. She's too hyper-focused on making a good first impression. Putting a good, red-shoed foot forward and... ]
I'm sorry, am I in your way? Here-- [ A shuffle to the side, so she isn't in the way of the door. Ah, right. ] You must be my roommate. I'm Kasumi Yoshizawa, it's nice to meet you.
[ Aaaand she's bowing. She hasn't even had a chance to look at this newcomer here. Whoops. ]
🎀 o2. ALL IN YOUR HEAD.
[ Training has been something of a complicated issue lately for her. She's hit a huge roadblock back home that has been insurmountable, but maybe this change of pace will be just what she needs to get past that. If she can master whatever type of magic this place has bestowed upon her, then maybe she can use that motivation to soar over whatever is blocking her progress in her gymnastic career. ]
Okay, Kasumi, you can do this!
[ Throughout the day, she can be found engaging in any number of activities, including some "light" stretches and basic exercises (light being incredibly generous, given how flexible she is), sitting crossed-legged in one of the meditation circles (with a small white bird snoozing while perched on her hair ribbon), or practically floating through the obstacle course with relative ease. But every time she comes to the training dummies, she stops, clamming up. ]
🎀 o3. WHAT'S YOURS IS MINE.
[ Dragons and birds have a few things in common. They both fly (mostly), and, like right now, love to collect anything and everything that strikes their fancy. Where most wizards and their familiars have been doing their best to either redirect or escort the flight of baby dragons away from the area, there is a snowy-white hatchling in the middle of a squabble with something about a tenth of its size over a pile of daisies.
Thankfully, the dragons in this particular flight aren't old enough to breathe fire, or else this would be a less comical scene. But despite their size differences, neither creature looks ready to stand down; the hatchling bristling from on the ground, while the small fluff of rage berates the lizard from a nearby tree. You can't win, dragon, HE HAS THE HIGHER GROUND!! ]
Shiro-chan, stop it! Leave him alone!
[ Which one is she talking about, the mouthy white bird or the white baby dragon? Either way, this is probably going to end badly. ]
( Got any other ideas for prompts? hmu on Discord @ Pearl#1577 or impearls. If you would like me to avoid big plot spoilers for Persona 5 Royal, please let me know in the comments! )
kasumi yoshizawa / persona 5 royal / light magic
[ Sharing a room isn't necessarily a novel concept to her due to gymnastic meets, but doing so with a stranger is certainly new. Would there be enough space? Would they get along all right? What if tonight was the night she suddenly started snoring or talking in her sleep? Kasumi isn't nervous per se--but there is a nagging voice in the back of her mind that can't help but worry about that at least a little bit.
Making her way toward her room, a ball of fluff floating behind her like a miniature cloud, the tiny redhead reaches her destination, determination painted on her face as she stares down the door. All right, no turning back, now all she has to do is knock--
But something else catches her attention first, as a new person approaches. Hearing them approach, she whirls around, seeing the fellow newcomer but not really seeing them. She's too hyper-focused on making a good first impression. Putting a good, red-shoed foot forward and... ]
I'm sorry, am I in your way? Here-- [ A shuffle to the side, so she isn't in the way of the door. Ah, right. ] You must be my roommate. I'm Kasumi Yoshizawa, it's nice to meet you.
[ Aaaand she's bowing. She hasn't even had a chance to look at this newcomer here. Whoops. ]
🎀 o2. ALL IN YOUR HEAD.
[ Training has been something of a complicated issue lately for her. She's hit a huge roadblock back home that has been insurmountable, but maybe this change of pace will be just what she needs to get past that. If she can master whatever type of magic this place has bestowed upon her, then maybe she can use that motivation to soar over whatever is blocking her progress in her gymnastic career. ]
Okay, Kasumi, you can do this!
[ Throughout the day, she can be found engaging in any number of activities, including some "light" stretches and basic exercises (light being incredibly generous, given how flexible she is), sitting crossed-legged in one of the meditation circles (with a small white bird snoozing while perched on her hair ribbon), or practically floating through the obstacle course with relative ease. But every time she comes to the training dummies, she stops, clamming up. ]
🎀 o3. WHAT'S YOURS IS MINE.
[ Dragons and birds have a few things in common. They both fly (mostly), and, like right now, love to collect anything and everything that strikes their fancy. Where most wizards and their familiars have been doing their best to either redirect or escort the flight of baby dragons away from the area, there is a snowy-white hatchling in the middle of a squabble with something about a tenth of its size over a pile of daisies.
It's a literal angry bird.
Thankfully, the dragons in this particular flight aren't old enough to breathe fire, or else this would be a less comical scene. But despite their size differences, neither creature looks ready to stand down; the hatchling bristling from on the ground, while the small fluff of rage berates the lizard from a nearby tree. You can't win, dragon, HE HAS THE HIGHER GROUND!! ]
Shiro-chan, stop it! Leave him alone!
[ Which one is she talking about, the mouthy white bird or the white baby dragon? Either way, this is probably going to end badly. ]
( Got any other ideas for prompts? hmu on Discord @ Pearl#1577 or