[Her eyes lit up a bit as he asked about her deployment, instinctively answering his question with a quiet enthusiasm.]
Yes-
[Wait, no, she wasn't supposed to-]
No.
[But...it's as she was trying to remind herself, over and over, that's why she was here. It was like he said. It was private, here, be her authentic self.
This shouldn't be as hard as it was. It wasn't like other people here didn't know the truth- but only one of them she'd gone out and told. And she couldn't help the oppressive, lingering weight of Junko's disappointment.]
Um... it's complicated. Being 'my authentic self', I mean.
( hm. this certainly is interesting. she's having a lot of trouble with the concept, isn't she? even when she clearly seems more interested in talking about her deployment than anything else so far. )
I see. ( first things first, make sure she doesn't feel like that's a terrible thing. ) That can be difficult to do, no matter the situation. Most of us wear masks through our day — for example, adopting a different persona at work to project an aura of confidence and reliability.
( it just seems like this girl has went to a more extreme end of that behaviour. )
What do you think will happen if you drop this mask?
Sometimes. ( he's a therapist, but he's only human, okay?
though the real answer... well, that's enlightening, isn't it? his brows raise and the self-deprecating smile fades, compassion and warmth etching into his features. )
[Deep breath, Mukuro. Breathe in 2, 3, 4- hold 2, 3, 4- out 2, 3,
4- hold 2, 3, 4- Repeat- a breathing technique she'd learned during her
aforementioned deployment.
All the same, she could feel a tight squeeze in her chest as she
forced the words out. The coldness and insecurity of her true self slipping
into her expression.]
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Date: 2021-09-14 10:14 pm (UTC)Yes-
[Wait, no, she wasn't supposed to-]
No.
[But...it's as she was trying to remind herself, over and over, that's why she was here. It was like he said. It was private, here, be her authentic self.
This shouldn't be as hard as it was. It wasn't like other people here didn't know the truth- but only one of them she'd gone out and told. And she couldn't help the oppressive, lingering weight of Junko's disappointment.]
Um... it's complicated. Being 'my authentic self', I mean.
I've not really done that a whole lot here.
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Date: 2021-10-16 12:07 pm (UTC)I see. ( first things first, make sure she doesn't feel like that's a terrible thing. ) That can be difficult to do, no matter the situation. Most of us wear masks through our day — for example, adopting a different persona at work to project an aura of confidence and reliability.
( it just seems like this girl has went to a more extreme end of that behaviour. )
What do you think will happen if you drop this mask?
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Date: 2021-10-26 09:21 pm (UTC)[Snapped out quickly, defensively, just- an attempt to pull the mask back up and be that standoffish, confident Fashionista...
But it quickly fizzled out.
And that got her thinking on his question.]
Someone...the person who asked me to play the part would be disappointed in me.
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Date: 2021-11-15 03:16 pm (UTC)Sometimes. ( he's a therapist, but he's only human, okay?
though the real answer... well, that's enlightening, isn't it? his brows raise and the self-deprecating smile fades, compassion and warmth etching into his features. )
And who was that?
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Date: 2021-11-15 04:24 pm (UTC)My sister. My- My twin sister.
[Deep breath, Mukuro. Breathe in 2, 3, 4- hold 2, 3, 4- out 2, 3, 4- hold 2, 3, 4- Repeat- a breathing technique she'd learned during her aforementioned deployment.
All the same, she could feel a tight squeeze in her chest as she forced the words out. The coldness and insecurity of her true self slipping into her expression.]
...The real Junko Enoshima.