[ kotone knows how badly she's been fucking things up lately. she's been told from all sides that she's not handling things well, that she's letting herself hurt other people because she's just... wallowing. and it's come up that she needs to talk to—someone. anyone.
not yukari or mitsuru. she's already messed up there. it wouldn't be fair to put more of this on akira, either. shinjiro or ken would be no help, beyond just... making her feel a little less alone. and she doesn't really know anyone else well enough.
but she's heard about this place, and she remembers maruki from the vernal pools. so, finally, she'd made an appointment, and gotten herself together well enough to go over there.
in contrast to how she looked in the pools, she... honestly, she can't pretend to be anything but tired. there's no spring in her step or can-do attitude—just headphones, no makeup, a gloomy expression and a salmon colored hoodie. there's something altogether haunted in those red eyes.
she's got her headphones around her neck, hood down to show her hair tied up in a simple ponytail. the effort to do anything more complicated with it is beyond her, lately. ]
It's nice to finally meet on this side. [ she tries to offer a smile, but it doesn't really take. ] Um... thanks, for making the time to see me.
[ the only counselors she's ever seen, as far as she remembers, are the ones her case workers made her visit while she was in the system. it was... less than productive. ]
canon typical persona 3 cws related to death and depression etc
not yukari or mitsuru. she's already messed up there. it wouldn't be fair to put more of this on akira, either. shinjiro or ken would be no help, beyond just... making her feel a little less alone. and she doesn't really know anyone else well enough.
but she's heard about this place, and she remembers maruki from the vernal pools. so, finally, she'd made an appointment, and gotten herself together well enough to go over there.
in contrast to how she looked in the pools, she... honestly, she can't pretend to be anything but tired. there's no spring in her step or can-do attitude—just headphones, no makeup, a gloomy expression and a salmon colored hoodie. there's something altogether haunted in those red eyes.
she's got her headphones around her neck, hood down to show her hair tied up in a simple ponytail. the effort to do anything more complicated with it is beyond her, lately. ]
It's nice to finally meet on this side. [ she tries to offer a smile, but it doesn't really take. ] Um... thanks, for making the time to see me.
[ the only counselors she's ever seen, as far as she remembers, are the ones her case workers made her visit while she was in the system. it was... less than productive. ]