halved | catch-all: twodomatsu.

[gazes at the mess of spilled grape juice, annoyed.]

Seriously...?

[ todomatsu is out walking on the beach in a fresh new shirt, cropped pants, and sandals, occasionally picking up a pretty seashell... until he gets to a scallop shell and just. gazes tiredly at it. and throws it back into the ocean.

return from whence you came. ]

[HEY... HEY... WHAT THE FUCK... i have no idea where they are, but asa is pausing to openly stare at him after that cyoa return. hello, sir. is all your bleeding internal again?]

Um. So... What the hell?

[ assuming she's at the cabin?? christ. well "this place fucking sucks" has never been truer. ]

Hey... how are you doing? That was really rough...

[imagine being powerful enough to write a proper starter during memshare week.

anyway— shadows immediately seize them and pull them into darkness, where they will experience a memory. enjoy!]

[things keep happening on days.

she's running into him after, uh, everything.]

Did you shower?

[hello. he can find asa looking through the supplies in the infirmary, taking stock of what's available and grabbing a couple of things to take with her. she pauses halfway through shoving some aspirin in her pocket, glancing at him.]

Hey.

[ do you want this to be before or during the gaston situation lmao...

anyway we're at the pavilion and he's in one of the shops with so many clothes clutched tightly to his chest, radiating blissful relief for now, even if it will inevitably be short lived. ]

[ debating between a few pastry options at one of the food stalls in the market on tuesday morning ]

—Oh, morning, Asa-chan! Have you had any of these yet?

[ well he's gotten patched up somehow since execution i guess?? but is still not going into the swamp so it's like, not fantastic, but also not immediately dangerous, probably. he's showered and washed off all the blood and sludge and smoke and stuff, at least.

i guess he's just sitting on the floor in the living room of the haunted house with a cup of tea and some unfolded origami paper next to him that he's currently ignoring, absently playing some kind of puzzle game on his phone. he'll glance up and offer an extremely tired smile that doesn't last for long. ]

...Long week.

[ in the haunted house sometime earlier in the day, before they get RUDELY STINKBOMBED OUT OF IT, it's a memshare!! (please forgive my awkward splicing together of his montage snippets at the end.)

it's a pretty drastically different vibe from the last memory she saw from him in all respects — portraying their relationship with their parents as a warm and close-knit one instead of whatever the fuck was going on with that butcher knife before, and most of them showing a little more seriousness and complexity. peak penultimate episode material right here. ]

[honest to god just laying on the ground somewhere after whatever the fuck just happened. they were briefly a god's parents? it was horny? it exploded?

she glances at todomatsu.]

... Good job literally embarrassing a god to death.

week zero, saturday.

w1, monday

week one, thursday.

w1, sunday

week two, tuesday.

week three, thursday.

week four, monday.

w5, monday

w6, tuesday

w6, sunday

w7, monday

week seven, saturday.