Akio Sunohara

He takes a long sip.

fxckingfox-deactivated20150615

“Did I not just fucking say that?”

twinlessluke

“Yes you did, I’m sorry.”

"You should be."

He takes a long sip.

By using their brain, that’s how. I only spoke so everyone can know how much I hate them all. No need for a response. Use common sense. Great, perfect. You do that.

Alrighty then, I’ll just go then… have fun hating life. [backs away and turns around and walks away.]

You too. *raises his glass like it was a toast*

#Fox~

theolabelle

“I ate shit going up my steps… smacked my knee and elbow into the pavement… and I landed on my purse and my wallet jammed into my side. My hip is literally black and blue. Fuck me.”

theolabelle

"Wow," he dead panned, "What a riveting trial."

#Dae~

He takes a long sip.

akio-sunohara:

“I guess…”

Mariko smiles, relieved. “Really? Good. We can try several different things. Together.”

he shrugs, not making eye contact.

He takes a long sip.

akio-sunohara:

He just grumbles.

“Please?”

"I guess..."

He takes a long sip.

akio-sunohara:

“They’re never going to be gone. Drinking or not, they won’t leave.”

“Then maybe you should scrap drinking and try something new. Yoga, perhaps,” she suggests. “It may not seem helpful, but we can try it together.”

He just grumbles.

He takes a long sip.

akio-sunohara:

“Sure I can, Imōto. I’ve done it for years.”

“But are they gone? Have you completely killed them?”

"They're never going to be gone. Drinking or not, they won't leave."

He takes a long sip.

akio-sunohara:

He shrugs, pulls the sheets down so she can see his face.

She looks over to him and tries to give a comforting smile before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his forehead, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. “Get some sleep, Bigguburazā. You cannot drown these ghosts you carry in all this alcohol.”

"Sure I can, Imōto. I've done it for years."

He takes a long sip.

akio-sunohara:

“Mochiron, anata wa shirimasendeshita. Watashi wa anata ni itta koto wa arimasen. Nan'nen mo mae no kotodatta gyō uni wa nani mo aarimasen,” he told her from under the covers.

She’s quiet for a long time before speaking in a broken voice. “Gomen'nasai,” she whispers.

He shrugs, pulls the sheets down so she can see his face.

He takes a long sip.

akio-sunohara:

“My. Parents.” he repeated, each word its own sentence, “My asshole father shot my mom with me in the other room, then came into my room and shot himself while I was hiding under the bed,” he paused, “I was seven.”

The girl closes her eyes tightly and she continues biting her lip, numb to the pain as she began tasting the metallic taste of her own blood. “ Watashi wa, Akio mōshiwakearimasen. Watashi wa… Watashi wa shirimasendeshita. Watashi wa dono yōna hōhō de tasukeru koto ga dekimasu ka?” she whispers gently. She figured something as sensitive as this, they should not bother to translate, and it may help to bring back culture.

"Mochiron, anata wa shirimasendeshita. Watashi wa anata ni itta koto wa arimasen. Nan'nen mo mae no kotodatta gyō uni wa nani mo aarimasen," he told her from under the covers.

He takes a long sip.

“…What?”

"My. Parents." he repeated, each word its own sentence, "My asshole father shot my mom with me in the other room, then came into my room and shot himself while I was hiding under the bed," he paused, "I was seven."