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unheiring

"You look troubled. Something the matter?"

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viritin

"Hey, don't space out in public."

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8-bit remix

"So, what’s your favorite game?"

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"I'm too old for those stuffs, ya know?"

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"Gah! I just wish these jackass reporters get off my ass!" The ex-gang leader said with anger under his breath as he shuts the down behind him and walks towards the bar counter, He seriously needs a few drinks down him after the drama he been having today, People here and there calling him a disgrace to his family name while others asked on what happens to the factory that his father worked at and made, The hell he knows…it’s not his problem yet everyone think it is. He then sat down at the stool, lying his elbows and sighed annoyingly….few minutes later the bartender came…he asked one what he wanted "I’ll have a blue lagoon cocktail mixed with mango…make it strong" He said as he slams the correct amount of yen’s, The bartender nodded and grabbed the yen’s before walking off to get his drink order. teddy took of his red sunglasses and rubs his forehead, Sighing annoyingly once again.

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Jonny's been staying at the bar for quite some time now. He wasn't an employee and definitely not the owner. He just happen to be one of the regular customers who liked fooling around and do nothing but take a shot and sometimes puff a cigarette or two. There wasn't really a problem that invoked such habit, or maybe there was but he chose to deny it. A woman conflict that he pretends that he isn't made aware of as he was never awful when it came to dealing with ladies, just one girl happened to change this very fact.

He takes the shot glass with enough amount of sake in it, bringing it close to his chapped lips. Grey eyes wandered around to check where the loud busting came from, then returned his glance back to the colorful bottles on the wall. Some man came in and took a seat, ordered rather aggressively and annoyingly so. Jonny shrugs a bit, not liking the tone of the other's voice but he struck a conversation nonetheless. "Got it pretty rough over there, huh..." And he hoped that didn't come out as rude. "This city's full of senseless stuffs."

[katherinemcbride]

❤;; just for one night

A ball was something she would have never imagined in partaking if not the invitations sent out. So instead of declining and letting it become a fruitless of an opportunity, she treated herself for one night in letting her enjoy the occasion after overcoming much thought.

Of course, for a ball she had chosen a dress that had caught the best of her interests along with a mask that hid her fair features. Hair tied into a bundle as she always preferred it to be, she set journey to the museum, a moment of appreciation given to its exteriors before entering. Immediately, she had noticed many that had come along with partners and friends, celebrating each other for the festive night. It hadn’t pierced her to sulk her position, keeping it firm and poised like expected. Along the sidelines stood the crowd that came for a pleasant evening talk, musing themselves over the music that flowed in the air to set atmosphere.

Now standing beside the table occupied with refreshments, she kept a distance away from the populated sections, not wanting to become too overwhelmed by anonymous people yet. And it hadn’t occurred to her until she wasn’t alone near the aligned drinks. Head turned to the direction of the other, she first initiated a talk, an offer in which she hoped would be accepted in their terms.

❤;; “Excuse me-” A hand softly being placed on the broad shoulders out of sincerity, it then hit her.

❤;; “Jonny, is that you?” Even through the mask she was able to recognize very familiar features of her friend, a welcoming face in fact that had saved her from solitary. Almost scrutinizing him to clarify one last time, once she was satisfied she almost felt amazed that he would be in such a place like this.

❤;; “Did you arrive just now?”

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He fancied his soon to be bored self with the shared bickerings among the thick crowd. Smoke of varying colors filled the dim museum, emphasizing the wonder that marched from eye to eye. They were not exactly bright lights funded for jumbled attraction, but more of a ray to lead thine eyes towards a newfound salvation, opposing every reason one could have to invite themselves over a mere grandieur. Preparations were neatly made, tuxedo of some sorts with a cut rose doning above the location where the chest pocket should be. Tonight was not and will never be quite special.

As to praise himself for not lacking in enthusiam despite being confronted by mere strangers, feet dragged him willingly to sight the variations of expensive waste. A shot to commemorate his survival and independency, an act that one would never think of celebrating unless they were kidnnapped to somewhere unknown with no means of exit discovered. Cocktails of mixed hues were ones the ladies of the night took a gulp in. Men being men, filling their bellies with buckets of golden beer accompanied by exaggerated fits of laughter. He wouldn't deny he envied them for bonding though, he couldn't really.

But he ended up being quite content of the situation he ended in. Despite no familiar face to tap his back when he's had enough of the only brand of sake available, he has yet to falter and the hand that crawled upon his shoulder has yet to scare him and god, did he not expect an actual hand would dare touch him, at least not one that was owned by the only person in the city he was close or acquainted with. Recognizing her would be laughable, but her voice called him out before he was able to complain.

"I've been drinking for hours. You really got me there."

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"Dyed, probably."

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❤;; start over

[katherinemcbride]

There was always a motto she had seemed to gone by, ‘no one can stay broken forever, and instead had to find a way to fix themselves’. Each trial of love that had tested her capability had only become lessons of not falling so low for people, and as studious as she was with her morals, she was able to accept her flaws. It wasn’t the tendency to fill in the void of her solitary, but the sensation that came from within. Love itself was a selfish matter, leaving the individual wanting for more and thus becomes prone to mistakes of forgetting loyalty.

Not only was she accused of a false rumor, but to hear excuses to put cheating in a different light was absolutely heartbreaking to her. Up until now, she had avoided being too dramatic with it. As well composed as she was, she knew emotions would get her nowhere. An outburst would only lead to complications of something that should have been let go of, and even then she had to blame herself for still being uncertain. With him not around, who would listen to her? He was the only one that needed to hear her opinions on this and no one else.

Of course, there was her childhood friend in front of her that was willing to be all ears for her. There were no intentions of sharing the burden with him though, which furthered the reason of keeping the issue isolated from him as much as possible. Both were stranded in this bizarre city with little knowledge of it, that should have been the main concern for now. Cooperation was acknowledged by her, not once had he made her raise her voice that exerted control.

In fact, it dawned upon her that this was a rare occasion of not having to be in charge for once and instead power was equalized between them. Frankly, she found it quite comforting in many ways.

Eyes lowered as she was told to lead the way, having to interrupt that notion with the truth of her position. Also, it seemed that it was him that wanted to make a pathway for them.

❤;; “I’m not familiar with the roads myself, so we’ll have to look for it together. I only happened to stop by this store because it caught my attention.”

Following along his side, eyes caught glimpse of the man beside her. It was no secret that he developed feelings for her, considering it was him who had directly told her not so long ago. Was it natural to behave this way after a decline from the woman he seemed to care for? Perhaps, they were friends after all. To crush that bond with something so shallow would have been as despicable as it sounded; and yet, it was her that wasn’t completely neutral.

This person, her friend who seemed to comprehend her, had given her the benefit of doubt to let this go far more smoothly than she had expected. She supposed that was enough for her to return those mannerisms too.

The last thing she wanted was another long-term relationship being torn apart by love. Silence bestowing them, she made attempts to make the conversation flow with a simple topic.

❤;; “So, have you been doing well? I mean, it’s been long since I’ve seen you.”

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Streets quite abberant prolonged the uneasiness that strolled alongside the pair when they deserted their unchosen cage of uncalled reunion which both wordlessly approved of and accepted as there aren't really much options for them to have the right to act so pathetically picky. The dire nod should be more than sufficient as a gratification of their inner minds and eyes would dawn to confirm such thoughts if only for the moment they're currently participating in. Small chatterings issued from textured and aged corner to corner, yet the calmn and collected man heard nothing but her miniscule intake of air.

And how often does two people from the same constructed universe meet in a city so monstrously large? The chances were undeniably next to impossible, if not already. However, the two have closed and unknowingly reached such miracle which eventually led him to place his belief upfront and depend on fate once more. He already gave up on the mere possibility of her being the wandering soul to match and comfort his. Nevertheless, he silently reinstated his romantic feelings but with enough control to not spill the obvious though sure enough she was not a fool to not notice this.

Each step felt like he depended on a mere lifeline that was never there and though he was a fast walker at best, he conditioned himself to match with her pace as to not leave her behind. It might have been a good metaphor of whatever connection they have -- how often he would stop and think to concern himself with her but never once suited her to rush. He of all people knew that pressure being involved in decision makings are usually tailed by numerous regret and even though her mind would still not change despite the small steps, he'll remain.

Car horns filled the lively roads of Hive but he could still hear her jolt a query towards his direction, amazingly so. Sharp senses and contained composure was all he fleshed, he sometimes thought perhaps she liked loud ones and found more comfort in siding with them. He wasn't exactly a silent person though, he just believed that every word that would lip beyond him should make sense as people are always and will always be listening -- like how they do with each other now. "Damned how we're both new here, eh?" Together, she states. He thinks so too.

There was nothing odd for a woman to find interest and shoot her curiosity towards a women's clothing store. For a man to do that however, was entirely different story in itself. It would embarrass him if she was to ask him about his purpose of being there, but it was a relief that she seemed to have forgotten about it and they're both fine with moving on. So as to not drag the topic of the store once more and avoid being interrogated by her, he carefully dismissed the very sentence and quickly recovered by directly answering her question.

This was his chance to speak more about himself than ever did with anyone. "Alive and fairing rather typically. Got no real desire to die in some strange place so you just have to make up with what's there." Maybe he's overdoing it but he's actually having fun by just talking. "Trying to get the hang of things still and... getting used to talking animals."

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Jonny gazes at his reflection in the lake; it looks sad. "How can I find her," he thinks, skimming a stone, "when I can't even find myself?"

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As Jonny patiently waits for his Minute Rice to cook, he contemplates, then says aloud, "I'd wait forever for you"

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bruh, hear me out. just hear me out

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【❅】          Ah, the smoking section. That’s where Akira had found himself. Not a section he was familiar with, despite his upbringing. He never felt the need to smoke, nor did he believe in it’s stress relieving powers, as most people would have put it. Say, it only reminded him a little of Motomi, back in Toshima. Well, at least he wondered whether the old man was in Toshima, he’d be surprised to see someone his age in an experiment like this. Though he did find himself for a split second worrying about everyone he hadn’t seen. Save for those of the likes of the ones who tried to kill him.

Though he digressed, it would have seemed that he was staring for too long at the guy who was yelling at what he saw as nothing. The other had addressed him firstly as “kid” something that made Akira inwardly grimace. Okay, he was short, but he wasn’t a kid… Eighteen is hardly young. But second of all he asked for a cigarette. Now that was too conflicting phrases, asking what you saw as a kid for a cigarette. With a gentle shrug, Akira found himself answering honestly, and with little hesitation.

      “Nah… Not something I find myself doing, personally. Doesn’t quite work how they say it does, just a bunch of marketing and life-shortening tools. But that’s an opinion.” He was too vocal for his own liking. Cutting his sentence off short, he tilted his head at the other once more, “Though it looks like you were planning on quitting. Sounds like a bad day.”

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              As far as age goes, he was already old. If first look told him well, the boy before him is somewhere around his teenage years -- likely half of his own age. Jonathan was already thirty-five years old -- an age quite fitting to think about settling down and owning, creating a family of his own. Then again, nowadays, every age is acceptable and he's not about to question why it appears that way or who decided upon these tragic changes. Because if he was to be prank, he wasn't entirely wholesome back in his younger days. He was wild.

              The kid could've just answered that he didn't have one -- plain and simple. Jonathan was mature enough to know that he was slowly killing himself with his habit. Then again, like the rest of his decisions, it was none of the younger's business. Nevertheless, he didn't speak against it and respected the given 'opinion', although it left a few bitter stains in his mouth like blood. He was just not used to someone lecturing him for the things he do, as he's mostly the one during the lecturing as shown in the entire crew's case when they do gather.

              Best to just shrug it off. "You probably got here to drink then," he presumed with glaring eyes. "But if that's not the case, then feel free to ignore me. If you do drink and don't mind sitting down, accompany me for the time being. Let's talk." It was better than drinking alone. He just hope he wouldn't feel like drinking with his own kid.

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   A habit of silence comes after him, and pervades him in the worst way possible. A hand rises from dark pockets, lazily brushing his own mess up there, also known as his hair, moving away strands of untamed hair with deft fingers. Tongue curls while still trapped within his mouth, considering the plethora of possibilities that could ensue along the way; in which case, brought the question: could he handle him?

   Nevertheless, he’s running out of time, and he decides (decisions, decisions, brings back memories, someone wins, someone loses, everyday.) to walk forward him, a bitter rush of disgust flooding his throat, probably it goes against all his principles, but he is still getting used to this, and he thinks, and just thinks, it should be better if he has some familiar face to lean on for a while.

   Genuine awkwardness (over the familiarity)  envelops his stance and humbles him as he shifts his weight slightly, dimly curving own pale lips with vague interest. He then chuckles, unfeeling, as if it was an echo of a ghost, “Heh, look what the cat dragged in. So you are here, too.”

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              He sat in silence, adored the varying brand of drinks he never heard of until his unexpected stay in the new city. The place seemed nice. While it didn't have the comforting and warm silence The Stray Sheep had offered, it was not incompetent in terms of beverages and service, although he only fancied testing the different bottles of sake. Despite being kidnapped, taken away from his own private life or something along those lines, at least the so called citizens weren't disenfranchised. That wasn't to say it made the situation any better, but it was more tolerable that way.

              Which also surprised him to a certain extent. But what baffled him the most was the sudden approach, almost enough to throw him off his seat if he wasn't being careful. The man immediately glared at the voice and upon sighting, took sense of the familiarity and sighed in relief. It was just Vincent. There he was, assuming one was about to mug him up or beat. Not an impossible thing.

              "About damn time you appeared. Where were you hauling about? I was beginning to think you died or something."

[katherinemcbride]

❤;; start over

[katherinemcbride]

It must have been insincere for her to tease him about that, a fault in which she shouldn’t have meddled with at all. Pressure must have been taking her mind, to act not like herself and pretend to be someone she wasn’t. Though, she wasn’t trying to be exact. She had never forced her demeanor into someone she didn’t want to be. Frank and composed to what she truly believed was right, that had always been her character. Perhaps being too honest may have given its thorns for avoidance in relationships, therefore requirement in bearing them and being able to sort it out was essential.

Relationships had its fair share of twisting fates up, one day everything would work out while the next would all go down. That was a reality she knew and kept in mind, knowing how it wasn’t always as simple as she’d like them to be. Only, would it hurt if love gave her another chance? Would it be too selfish to ask for someone that would finally be her one? Desperation was far out of her realm, but such roaming thoughts were inevitable from given times. Moments like these where she happened to spy on the person who had asked her out were exactly what made her consider them.

Eyes wandered down at the clothing racket, giving a thoughtful look of ponder at his offer. No tension was there to force down a ‘no’, and his tone held sincerity to what he had stated. He had made a valid point, there was no reason for her to become intimidated by a long term friend whom she trusted with a respectful eye. And it had been such a long time since both were able to communicate properly out of their busy lives. Maybe a conversation where arrangements and jobs weren’t involved would be refreshing, a break to replenish what had been repeated and instead catch up on each other without further interruptions.

Of course, no plans were scheduled when she was isolated from them all. Eyes softening at the other, she spoke to clarify her final answer.

❤;; “I suppose.”

❤;; “How about we go right now? I can’t guarantee we’ll be able to find somewhere like the Chrono Rabbit, but we can always settle in for a new one.”

Her sweet tooth would take course in action after both agreed to a location, but she was also open for any other ideas that he may had in mind. Heart at ease with no conceptualized compulsion to make matters worse, she assumed that this was a bliss. Sealing her lips, she parted them once more to mention her gratitude.

❤;; “By the way, Jonny, thanks for making this easier. I really appreciate it.”

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                A midnight scowl would lead to a further bane and he knew of that fact quite well. If he spoke, a gist of his surprise would follow as he did not expect her to put previous priorities behind to spend time with him -- not like he sees it as anything more than a friendly company. They have done things like these in the past -- ones that brought the whole group together -- ones that made him appreciate her being all the more. He kept his thoughts to himself, an act that happens rarely as he was known to be the most honest in their clique.

                But he knew better than to question her decisions. Unlike their local mutual friend who ruined everything, she doesn't behave so sluggishly and poorly, which angered him when Vincent even had the audacity to suspect her of infidelity. His opinion wasn't affected by his personal feelings, but more of the fact that he trusts her enough to not stoop so low. Then again, one thing that he couldn't understand about her was how she kept on falling for people who didn't know how to properly take care of her. But it's fine. It's what defines her as a human being.

                The ferocity of life was hard to decipher. It's how they're both well-versed in maintaining their daily routines business wise. However, when it comes to romantic relationships it appears they both need a good kick in the head to wake up. She's doing much better than him though, as she did not just jump in another relationship as most would have done so and yet he's stuck in his box of contained feelings for her, not even having the right size of balls to tell her that his affections for her over the course of years hasn't changed in the slightest.

                "Heh... that's a good load off of ours backs."

                After trying to fill himself in if she's really fine with not purchasing anything, he sighed in defeat and pressed both hands back in the pockets of his jeans. It was a habit that he didn't recognize and didn't care enough to acknowledge. He stared at her, back at the racks of dresses and shifted at hers again. There was something appealing in him being able to gaze at her and her eyes without feeling awkward, embarrassed or anxious -- like it was natural for him to lay his own towards the woman he poured his heart onto, small deal.

                "I'm fine with whatever. I haven't ventured much so you go on ahead and lead the way."

                Even though he gave her the signal to commence, he was the one who started turning first to head onward. He had to, for he remembered that he really didn't have a reason to be inside a women's clothing store -- at least nothing he would admit to her of all people.

                "Yeah, don't mention it."

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By his doorstep would he discover a gift wrapped neatly for him. Opening it, he would discover men's deodorant and a pair of leather gloves to warm his hands for the winter. A card would also be found inside the box, being read the following: "Merry Christmas, Jonny. Sorry that I couldn't meet you to personally to give this present to you myself, but I hope you like it."

                After opening several gifts, there was something else by his doorstep. He picked it up and carried it towards his bedroom where the others were neatly organized – describing how he easily leads his life. Not paying mind to who it was from, as he presumably guessed there was no indication like the earlier one, he nonchalantly accepted it and in his own personal time of pondering, did his eyes meet a pair of winter gloves and on the side...

                A… deodorant.

                How caring. How nice it was to know that someone’s so concerned of his personal hygiene. Not like he was already overly conscious of himself. Placing them back inside the container, he noticed a card inside of it. After reading the note all over again, he closed the box and wordlessly hid them under his bed.

                Sometimes he can’t believe he’s in love with her.

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You awake to discover 4 or 5 presents stowed away in your abode, all of which have been boxed in pristine, vibrantly wrapped boxes adorned with bows. Some of these boxes contain: bottle of nice sake, a pack of his favorite cigarettes, a locket with Katherine's picture inside, a pack of ant traps, socks . (This is not to be published or responded to until the 25th. Happy Holidays!)

                Holidays – how could he forget? The last time he received something undeniably related to what people call Christmas was when he was a kid and he still believed in the existence of that man in red. Somehow, to find all these random gifts by his bed made him positively wonder, albeit being obviously suspicious of what it was and who was it from. It could be a bomb or a poison for all he knew, but he gave his roommates the benefit of the doubt and proceeded to check the contents out of curiosity with a deadpan expression as always.

                His fingers fiddled with the ribbon to reveal what was inside the first box, saw a bottle of his favorite alcoholic drink that made his eyes shine for a few seconds – few because he quickly moved his arms to take the second box. Well, there was still a possibility of the contents of the bottle being poisonous, so he didn’t know if it was safe to drink something he received from someone he’s not certain about. The second box was small, making it rather easy to guess that it was indeed a box of sticks – finally, after dealing with a bunch of nicotine packs. He deserved this.

                Not wanting to overwhelm himself, he ignored the third box and lifted the fourth on his lap. It was bigger than the third one and had a nice wrapping to it. Part of him didn’t want to ruin the beautifully cared present, but it was made to be removed. Pulling the ribbon and opening the box, the previous gleam in his brown eyes dulled – vanished. Ant traps and socks? Not as good as the earlier ones but… he couldn’t say he didn’t appreciate it. Someone spent their time for this stuff, better not waste them. The socks looked comfortable enough.

                With the lowest amount of expectations, the final box was taken care of. It took him a lot of energy to avert his eyes from the gift. It was not as if it was embarrassing or anything. Hell, it takes a lot to render him flustered and all, but it was Katherine – a picture of her and… Does she know about this? Ah, he’d rather not show her this or she might think he’s some obsessed creep who’s still not over her. The last part may be true but… some things were best left in the dark.

[katherinemcbride]

❤;; start over

[katherinemcbride]

By now, it was natural to become the victim of another broken heart again. It happened last time, so what was the difference now. The answer: nothing. It was the same old routine where she would have to deal with it regardless of what anyone told her. Even comforting words now seemed like dust compared to before. From this, she realized that maybe she was rushing things too quickly, not observing carefully before choosing her poison. Love was terrible, yet it was endearing in many ways. All she wanted was to start a life with a spouse she could depend on, someone that was honest to her instead of hiding their backs to her. Was it too much to ask? Maybe, considering how things ended up.

This time, she wasn’t going to fall for the same methods again. If anyone wanted to prove their love to her, then they needed to be straightforward with it. No double crossing fingers of ‘forever and more’, just laying the answer right in front of her. From her perspective, it was better to get over it rather than having to drag it along like some sort of luggage. Of course, Jonny could have fit the description she listed out, but again she simply couldn’t see him like that for now. They were just close friends and nothing beyond that boundary, two people that were trying to find this ‘soul mate’ that apparently was out there somewhere.

The joke gone unappreciated, she went back to her usual self, cutting off the fun that she rarely showed. He could have at least went along with a small laughter, even if it was a sarcastic one. If he was going to act that way though, then there was no point in really pushing the efforts as well. She should have expected that, Jonny was a guy who knew what he wanted. He was someone who would commit his love to his one and only, almost never slacking off until the feelings completely wore off. In a peculiar sense, she could say that she was like that too. Except it was her who decided to cut off the strings between her and Vincent when the latter option came.

❤;; “Look, I’m trying to make this as less stressful as is it. Right now, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” There she was, her admit to being clueless from this point on.

❤;; “I just… can’t go on like this anymore.” A soft tone this time, she felt as though she said her defeat in this. Her life was built up for a future, but it still lacked for her to be dissatisfied about it.

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Past events must have cut through her deep, the laceration worsened the moment this unexpected occurrence arrived to greet with loose hands, waving off in the air as if to signify that freedom was no longer an option, only a crystallized version of sweet nothings that both of them have tasted in their fare share of love affair. Absentmindedness, a side of Katherine that shouldn't have a place in her being, yet to deny it existed was denying her fully, in which he had no plans in doing, not in a million years. It was the antithesis of her and Vincent that he liked to acknowledge. Even so, they were similar and he has no choice but to accept it.

His mind is full of what ifs' right now. What if it was him, what if she felt the same way, what if she wants to take her word back. Hell, despite her showing signs of exhaustion he's still thinking about himself and to tell the truth, he was ashamed. She deserved a break from all these and he'd try not to make that burden heavier by lifting it off of her himself. To inter personal feelings aside would be preferable if he wishes for her to actually depend on him as a friend, as well as anything else. If there was something else that is. 

She wasn't thinking of that day too, was she? Perhaps he should make it clear and convince her that it's no big deal, that she's worrying about something so menial. He understands why she had to reject him and it's not just because she just went through a breakup but more of the idea that maybe he just wasn't her type. Shrugging once more and returning the hanger back to where it belonged, he thought of better ways to explain things to her and brush off her concerns. He made an attempt to mumble but realized afterwards that she might want to hear it clearly from him. Placing a hand in front of his face to rub his knuckle against his nose, he sighed before pulling it away.

"Do you want to go somewhere after this?" Anywhere would do. They could drink their problems away and discuss about respective future plans. Just anything that could let them forget for now. "If you're thinking about last time, I'm fine." If the fact that he cried was an indication, it sure was a bullshit one. Stare didn't shift, locked with hers as to address how serious he was about the things he said, the things he did and the things he's bound to do. "We're friends, aren't we? Just because you rejected me during that one time doesn't mean I should and would just leave you on your own."

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bruh, hear me out. just hear me out

[piluumurale]

What a rude little shit this guy was. Well he would make a good bank teller or something. She had already got him to spill a few words, so it would be a shame to quit while she was ahead. Maybe some more lighthearted pestering and his shell would crack.

"Aww, but you didn’t even hear me out. Didn’t I just say it won’t help you to be so tough?" Jennifer pushed up her glasses, waving her hands in the air with a lazy smirk.

"Sure, I have better things to do. I’m a busy woman, I have a bank to establish, employees to manage. You’re the one who’s got nothing better to do. You’re really going to brush away your only chance at a normal human to human conversation?" Jennifer pointed down the street towards what looked like some sort of multicolored horse. "You want to talk to that? Talking animals more your type? Hey, I won’t judge."

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Lending an ear wouldn't change his opinion on the matter. Seriously, this lady likes pressing buttons accompanied with dangerous warning signs. "So? Clawing my face will?" At this point, his responses are already automated. It all comes down to him not really willing to feel her up. He didn't like the way she's making it appear as if he should be thankful that someone even wants to have a chat with him. It was appreciated, but more or less unnecessary. Fingers would tap repeatedly on the table, waiting for his unexpected companion to fly off. If she wants to stay, she should quit bothering him.

"And it troubles you, because...?" The reproach just increasing as time goes on. He wasn't usually this annoyed at strangers, let alone chatting with a woman at that. Some part of him thinks it would be best to just let her talk instead of responding to her at every turn. Uhm, perhaps talking to that horse instead wouldn't be so bad. "Do what you want."

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"…." Viole really didn’t know what was happening, but he did know it was something…. Unsavory. He was used to that.

"…. Mm." He looked away, uncomfortable. With others, he could just be silent, and they’d be silent, and that would be okay. But he didn’t know if that would work with this person.

"…. I’m Viole. And you?"  

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"Viole, huh?" Like the color violet, except... without the letter 't'. Even namesakes in this place are weird. Anyhow, they woke up in some odd corner, fell onto something and now they have this string-esque line around their wrists. How embarrassing. Is this person his soul mate? Such nightmare. Much disgrace. "Eh, just call me Jonny."