[hokhage]

╾ hokhage. multi-muse blog. rules & muses below.

this blog will only ft. various muses from various media. mature themes will be present. minors dni. blog is for the most part highly private and highly low activity. meme replies-oriented. i do not have a discord, and i am not logged on this blog from mobile, so do not expect timely replies -- both in terms of writing and ooc interactions. the only way to interact with me is either through ims or sending memes. i do not post starter calls. minimal formatting and no icons. i do not condone the actions of some of my muses. many naruto muses are canon divergent. bleach muses are canon-compliant for the most part. sometimes you'll see muses from comics, books, tv shows. ( 25+, west asian and eastern european, they/them ).

NARUTO

danzo shimura. fugaku uchiha. hiashi hyuuga. mito uzumaki. ino yamanaka. . tenten. gato. konan. kakuzu. yugito nii.

BLEACH

kaname tousen. tier harribel. kisuke urahara. kyouraku shinsui. yuroichi shihouin. ichibeé hyousube. orihime innoue. jugram haschwalth. yhwach. ganju shiba. retsu unohana.

JOJO'S BIZZARE ADVENTURES

joseph joestar.

some muses will be picked and dropped at random based on interest, the roster is only a guide. when it comes to media i'm familiar with, any character can be written upon request, even those that are not listed, i.e. if you need a character for a certain plot / thread for the development of your muse, i don't mind writing them. secret menu muses will be posted on a separate post.

[hokhage]

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[hokhage]

"that's how it goes. life shows no mercy, so neither do we." Madara to Konan. (he has an Akatsuki AU in his verses!)

meme | @divinidy

rain falls in amegakure because it must. because it always has. because it always will.

it needles the surface of the lake until the heavens and horizon are sewn and sky and water forget where one ends and the other begins. konan stands at the edge of the tallest tower, cloak heavy and damp, hair flat against her head.

madara uchiha does not look at the rain. nor at the lake. his gaze is fixed forward, on a future that bends itself around him whether it wants to or not.

that's how it goes. life shows no mercy, so neither do we.

the sentence settles between them like a verdict passed. she's heard that sentiment, dressed in kinder language, wrapped in prayer, or sharpened into doctrine.

she thinks of yahiko, a smile bright and doomed and gone. she thinks of nagato, hands trembling around an idea too large for a single body ( so he made nine ). she thinks of peace, stretched so thin it begins to tear. and then she thinks of herself: she who has enforced god's will long enough to know how easily, how comfortably righteousness curdles into permission, she who can recognise god's echoes when they appear in an unfamiliar throat.

' you speak as if cruelty is inevitable. ' her eyes find his, an ancient red that unsettles most. she doesn't look away. ' i've seen mercy fail, ' and the body and blood and rain that followed it, that had laid the foundations of their organisation.

a piece of paper slips from her sleeve, unfolds, catches the raindrops on its surface before she stills it.

life shows no mercy. yahiko would have argued with that statement. nagato had stopped doing so.

' i stood beside nagato, and i didn't count the dead. ' the admission hangs between them on the gallows of her lips. it isn't a confession. it isn't an apology.

' i won't pretend i'm righteous, or that mercy saved anyone i loved, but do not mistake my understanding for faith, ' she had stood beside men who called themselves gods, and beside those who had begged one to answer.

' i recognise the road you're choosing, ' her voice softens, whether it is sympathy or mourning, even she cannot tell. ' i've walked it. '

[hokhage]

hiashi. / work is only kindling for our lives, not the whole fire.

meme | @bakisensei

candles dance with rare poise. pillars rise high, pale walls are veined with history, the air is thick and heavy decisions made long before any of them were born. hiashi hyūga sits at the centre of the chamber as if placed there deliberately, his presence an extension of the architecture. his hands are folded within the sleeves of his haori, back straight, eyes fixed on the man before him. the byakugan lies dormant, but its authority lingers the same, a quiet pressure in the room.

baki speaks evenly, as men of harsher places often do. there is dust in his voice, wind-worn edges softened by diplomacy.

work is only kindling for our lives, not the whole fire.

hiashi does not respond at once.

he considers the phrase as one might consider a foreign custom — politely, from a safe distance, but with no intention of adopting it. he thinks of history, one that is not measured in years, but in hard work, in obedience. what makes a nation thrive? a clan survive? generations of children taught to stand before they are taught to speak, thrust into life with the wieght of duty passed down as inheritance, bone-deep and unquestioned.

'a poetic sentiment,' hiashi's tone is smooth, unhurried. 'though poetry is a luxury rarely afforded in our times.' he inclines his head, only a fraction, enough to acknowledge his guest, but not to yield ground.

the silence that follows is deliberate.

the candles continue to flicker : haunted, beckoning.

'work is discipline,' he begins, 'it is structure. it is how we ensure that what we build outlives the impulse that inspired it.'

outside the chamber, leaves rustle. somewhere, a servant moves quietly as if not to disturb history as it hardens into record.

[notmorbid]

i see you've called in dead.

dialogue prompts from i see you've called in dead by john kenney.

i've never seen anything quite like that.

on occasion, i write my own obituary.

it's too early for existential dread.

you look well, for a dead man.

i'll give you twenty dollars to stop talking.

i wish you'd let me cut your hair.

do you believe in god?

i don't think anything matters to you anymore. that kind of breaks my heart.

stories matter. facts matter.

the rumors of your death are exaggerated, i see.

i leave for a week and you fall apart.

you can fall in love with someone from their smile.

have you ever sat with someone as they died?

i'm kind of learning to be alone.

i'm not sure i could really trust anyone who wasn't tempted by an oreo for breakfast, on occasion.

this is going to be so wonderfully awkward. i can hardly wait.

i just go to wakes sometimes.

what happens if i can't redeem myself?

was electricity new when you were little?

how do you say 'horse's ass' in [language]?

you're sweet to ask. most people don't.

i like your face.

can you swim?

you take a lot of words to say very little.

i'm trying to change my narrative.

you're movie star handsome.

are you saying you meet me?

caskets are four-sided. coffins are six-sided, and wider at the top.

i sort of love you. i kind of care about you.

have some kids. they're the only things that keep me sane.

you strike me as someone desperate for a vacation.

we get better. we heal.

if you die, can i have your office chair?

please don't mistake this as affection or friendship.

elegance is not your strong suit.

what would you want to change, if you could?

i think my tear ducts might not actually work.

i wouldn't change a day of my life. i'd just like more of it.

do you mind if we sit for a bit?

we don't talk about death much as a society, do we?

you sound like a hallmark card.

no one likes golf. even golfers don't like it.

i'm not sure who i was trying to impress.

i worry i'm boring you.

we can change. maybe it's just a bit, but that little bit is everything.

i'm sorry. i should have said something.

i didn't expect to like you.

you should come out with a line of sad greeting cards.

i want to be forgiven.

sometimes i hear my own voice and i hate it.

you think i'm better than i am.

i'll shut up. just know i'd be lost without you.

it's your birthday. you're the king.

i've heard about you, but i've never met you.

i wanted to shoot the dude, but who is that helping?

how many days to you experience something for the first time?

there's no small talk among friends. ask.

we hold the past in our body. it never forgets, but it can learn to let it go.

what are you still doing here? go home.

except for you almost dying, i had a lovely evening.

you're a moron. that's what i love about you.

it's remarkable what you can do, when you don't care what anyone thinks anymore.

i thought maybe i could help.

tell your father to go fuck himself.

i believed in santa until i was twelve.

i'm not sure if i believed in _____, or if i wanted to believe so much that i convinced myself.

you saved me. you did.

if this were the last time you were ever going to see me, what would you say?

i like your face.

would you come to my funeral?

if this were a movie, it would be foreshadowing.

if this were a buddy movie, i'd put my arm around your shoulders.

there's so much about you i don't like. where do i even start?

[hokhage]

it's easy to attribute the rot and state - sanctioned violence to danzo ... but danzo isn't the exception, he is the rule of what a militarised nation is capable of, and what the system is willing to sacrifice to keep control and maintain order. i refuse to believe that the entirety of the elites, and the elders were blindsided by danzo. what danzo does ( covert operations, political & geopolitical crimes, propaganda, etc ) isn't anything new, it's definitely not unique to danzo. violence is the point of a militarised village that utilises child soldiers. whether that violence is turned inward or outward, it is what sustains the system through and through. yes, danzo is the face of it, and yes, he deserves condemnation for it, but each village by virtue of being a military village has terrorised and massacred countless of people in order to uphold its hegemony.

[hokhage]

you ever think about purpose? [alexis/abel]

@foglands' alexis

the cathedral keeps its bones, even after sharp - toothed scavangers had stripped it of everything else and taught it to change.

abel stands near the altar — not quite an altar, nor a stage — and polishes wax from a brass candlestick that has outlived three names for god and at least one birth of a species. he wonders if it'll survive the apocalypse. above him, the vaulted ceiling disappears into shadow, ribs of wood and stone hold up a heaven that no longer pretends to listen.

la finn hums softly in the distance and all around them. bass lines crawl through the floor and walls like a second pulse. blood and spice and old music tangled together. laughter spills into the nave, bright and stark against the hush. stained glass project colour across the depiction of saints — now rendered in neon, halos broken into blue and red.

alexis approaches without sound, she has a talent for it.

'do you ever think about purpose?' when she speaks, it's not loud, nor hesitant. it is precise, like she's already decided the words are worth her effort.

he doesn't answer at at once.

purpose, he thinks, has always been a dangerous word. people wrap it around themselves like armour only to wonder why it cuts when they move. he spent years tracking vampires because he believed purpose required violence. afterwards he spent years kneeling because he believed purpose required surrender.

'often,' he says. it's the most honest answer he can give.

his gaze turns upward, not towards the ceiling, but to the space right beneath it, the space where belief used to sit.

alexis leans against a pew, fingers lightly brushing carved wood worn smooth by hands. she does not interrupt. she never does. and abel ... he's learnt not to misinterpret her quiet for emptiness.

'purpose,' he begins, 'has a way of sounding clearer in hindsight.' another pause. 'meaning tends to follow effort, not the other way around.'

abel returns to his task, rubbing the last of the wax away. the candlestick gleams faintly. above them, the saints watch in fragments of color, and for once, he doesn't feel judged.

'god hasn’t struck us down yet, i take that as permission.'

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM COBRA KAI *  assorted dialogue from the tv show, adjust as necessary

if i'm extra hard on you, it's only because you have the potential to be better than i ever was. you want that, don't you?

i tried my best. i thought i was doing the right thing. i'm sorry.

if you have hate in your heart, then you have already lost.

you do the right thing 'cause it's the right thing to do.

you are the only one who can get up when you are down.

my path wasn't a straight line. and yours is still being written.

if you're not strong on the inside, then you can't be strong on the outside.

the best defense is more offense.

i may not always win, but i never back out of a fight.

in the real world, you can't expect people to do what they're supposed to do.

you want something, you'll have to crawl across the floor, use your damn teeth if you have to.

don't forget. being a badass doesn't mean be an asshole.

never "can't." those are just words. they're meaningless.

you'll have to do whatever it takes.

i've got one year to make it all work, and that's what i'm gonna do. make it work. all of it.

when the time is right, you'll strike back.

you wanna learn how to kick ass? first you gotta learn how to kick.

i took the easy way out. i gave up.

the older you get, the more you're going to learn that life isn't fair.

that's how it goes. life shows no mercy, so neither do we.

we do whatever it takes to keep our heads above water.

remember who you are.

they strike first? we pre-strike.

somebody always wins. that's how fights work.

now i get to do what i love every damn day.

i'm out here trying to fix my mistakes so i don't have to live with regret.

how about the truth?

when negative feelings overwhelm you, look for the good within yourself.

never put passion in front of principle.

the biggest battle is always the one within.

it's never easy being the bigger person.

if your mind is agile, so are you.

remember fear does not exist.

there's still time to finish what we started. the choice is yours.

balance is crucial.

they heard you. but they listen to me.

defense takes on many forms.

we don't take no for an answer.

eventually we all need to look ourselves in the mirror and realize who we really are.

sometimes the scars you can't see are the ones that hurt the most.

alone, we are nothing, but if we work together, we have a shot.

i don't want to win that way.

you're all right, [name].

it'll be here before you know it.

don't order without me.

be careful. this guy is pissed.

not a bad way to go out, huh?

nice move.

i couldn't have done it without you.

since when have you cared about that?

[hokhage]

work has been kicking my butt ...

[hokhage]

i haven't eaten yet. [sasuke/fugaku]

@foglands' sasuke

the yard smells of dust and iron.   the ghosts of shuriken still hum in the air.   the sun's unforgiving gleams crawl across the sharp metal edges half-buried in the soil.   fallen stars dotted across the uchiha training grounds.   a premonition.

sasuke’s arms ache.   he adjusts his stance,   jaw tight,   eyes fixed forward.   fugaku watches him with quiet deliberation.   the same stillness he's brought to council meetings,  to clan disputes,  to decisions that do not forgive hesitation,   hardens his gaze.

they spar.   again.

sasuke’s footing slips  —  just a fraction,  barely noticeable,  but enough.   fugaku’s strike lands.  not hard.   instructive.

“focus,”  fugaku says.

sasuke swallows.  he hesitates,  then speaks,  the words smaller than his frame.

“…i haven’t eaten yet.”

for a moment, fugaku says nothing.

the silence is worse than rebuke perhaps.   it stretches taught across the courtyard,  pregnant with expectation.   fugaku hears the words and — everything else crowds in around them,   fast and claustrophobic:   the morning’s meetings,  the quiet looks behind closed doors,  the weight of the clan’s heavy gaze,   those blood-hot eyes,  watching for weakness,  waiting,   waiting,   waiting   …   for softness,  for proof that he deserves to stand where he stands.

he looks at sasuke and doesn't see hunger,   but danger— of a world that won't pause just because a boy is tired or with an empty stomach.

“the battlefield won’t wait for your meals,”   fugaku says at last.   his voice even. controlled.   “you’re letting discomfort dull your form.”

he does not say i’ll have food brought. he does not say i should have asked. he does not say try again after lunch.

he signals for him to get in position.

he thinks,  briefly …  dangerously  …  sasuke is too small for the weight that will one day  (  sooner than he likes to admit )  be placed on his shoulders by clan and village alike.  there are things a father should soften,  he knows,  and things a clan head must never allow to bend.

so he chooses the latter.

“again,”  fugaku orders.

love can taste a lot like rejection when filtered through duty.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜

❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜

❛ i have time for this. ❜

❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜

❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜

❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜

❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜

❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜

❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜

❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜

❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜

❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜

❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜

❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜

❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜

❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜

❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜

❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜

❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜

❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜

❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜

❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜

❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜

❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜

❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜

❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜

❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜

❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜

❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜

❛ never too late to start over. ❜

❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜

❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜

❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜

❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜

❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜

❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜

❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜

❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜

❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜

❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜

❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜

❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜

❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜

❛ you good? ❜

❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜

❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜

❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜

❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜

❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜

❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜

❛  i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜

❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜

❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜

❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜

❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜

❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜

❛ you could do this without me. ❜

❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜

❛ you make me better at this. ❜

❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜

❛ how's the wine? ❜

❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜

❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜

❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜

❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜

❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜

❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜

❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜

❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜

❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜

❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜

❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜

❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜

❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜

❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜

❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜

❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜

❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜

❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜

❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜

❛ i fucking love you! ❜

❛ you fucking need me. ❜

❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜

❛ i love you, chef. ❜

[hokhage]

'i don't like you smoking.' proceeds 2 snatch the cig from between his lips and put it away. shoves the lollypop from his mouth into geto's. good substitute indeed

i don't like you smoking.

gojo says it the way one might say look at the sky – offhand, bright, already looking past the sentence. his fingers are quicker than the thought, plucking the cigarette from between geto's lips, flicking it away like a misbehaving insect. a small theft, a kindness, perhaps. then – laughing – he presses a lollipop into geto's mouth, sugar on tongue, sudden & childish.

good substitue, he declares.

geto doesn't argue. he lets the sweetness bloom & burst in vivid swirls, artificial cherry cracking against the back of his throat. it coats everything. it always does.

the cigarette had been doing the same thing.

smoke dulls. sugar disguises. both are small mercies against what lingers – against the taste that never quite leaves, a bitterness that feels older than time. curses go down screaming, clawing with sharp, unforgiving nails, dissolving into something that sticks to his ribs, black, rotten. even after he swallows, even after he forces a smile, something always remains. a reminder that his body is not entirely his own.

gojo thinks he can read him like an open book, or a problem already solved. the strongest sorcerer alive does not need to think about the cost of being necessary.

geto does.

he thinks of himself as a mouth, sometimes. an opening. a place where the unspeakable is made mangeable. a translation of rot into power. jujutsu society feeds him its decay and thanks him for having the stomach for it. see? it says. the system works.

but systems, he has learned, are excellent at mistaking endurance for consent.

the lollipop stick presses against his tongue. gojo is still talking — about nothing, about everything. fireworks of words. light without warmth. geto hums in response, a practiced sound, the kind that drowns any pleas to look more closely.

he swallows again.

“you know,” geto says mildly, lips curling just enough to sell the joke, sweet-mouthed, “if sugar rots my teeth, you’re paying for the repair.”

[hokhage]

*adds gojo back 2 my side muselist*

we are so back

[hokhage]

jujutsu kaisen and the price of selflessness. in most shounen, selflessness is rewarded as the ultimate heroic act, it's what makes a protagonist stand out. in comes jujutsu kaisen which punishes yuji for his instinct when it comes to dealing with difficult situations and his drive for self-sacrifice. no wonder the world of jujutsu kaisen rewards the selfish (mei, sukuna, etc). and this isn't a commentary on self-sacrifice as a vice or a wrongdoing, but on the value of self-sacrifice in an ultimately corrupt system. yuji doesn't recognise that the true cause for all the suffering isn't actually the curses, but jujutsu society itself. he ultimately becomes another tool for the system, willingly embraces his role as a cog, which perpetuates these cycles. the ultimate irony of yuji killing two of his brothers, his selflesness leading to sukuna's takeover and the shibuya massacre. this is why he's called out so brutally by sukuna and mahito. jujutsu kaisen isn't a shounen, it is a critique of the lack of nuance so many shounen manga adopt.

[hokhage]

hi 😃

hi bestie<3

[notmorbid]

eat the ones you love.

dialogue prompts from eat the ones you love by sarah maria griffin.

you can't cry here. everyone watches everyone.

your sympathy pass ran out weeks ago.

where would be far enough away for a new beginning?

flowers are dead the second they're cut, aren't they?

what kind of help do you need?

you know what they say about cold hands: warm hearts.

our pain is a non-phenomenon.

you look and feel really familiar.

i'll try not to give you too much trouble.

we're going to be such good friends, you and i.

i'm happy to go wherever you send me.

this is where the magic happens.

i wish i had something to take notes with.

when you're just used to something, you kind of forget how intense it can seem to someone just seeing it for the first time.

we talk about life and death a lot.

i will literally do anything you say.

i won't be so weak again.

don't you have anything to say?

this place is fucked, and you know it.

you make it sound worse than it is.

i'm glad you two are close. it's good to see.

i only want to keep you safe.

thank you for this whole time. for the adventure.

flowers can say nothing at all, or everything.

there's nothing good about me. not a cell.

can we still be penpals?

i'm no better than a man.

please tell me to fuck off if this is inappropriate.

the silence out here has made me weird.

work is only kindling for our lives, not the whole fire.

it is a deep feat to move with grace when you've been granted little to none.

i don't like you smoking.

i'd be the last one standing in this place, i swear to god.

you look so beautiful this way.

not everyone deserves to live.

making friends as an adult is brutal.

you have very straight energy to me. i mean that with total respect.

i don't read books written by men.

you have to learn to love somebody in the quiet of themselves, as well as the noise.

drinking alone is grim. i do it, but it doesn't feel good.

i've never really broken many rules.

you're pretty compelling, yourself.

i feel like i left ____ there to die.

i can't fix anybody. i've got my own shit.

something happened, and i don't know what to do.

is this going to hurt?

you're taking this like a champ.

are you ready, or do you need a break?

you might want to close your eyes.

i wish i could explain better. i've never had to explain before.

i'm gonna have to get my shit together, but not tonight.

nothing put up can't be torn down again.

i can't believe i'm still trying to save ____.

i didn't think you had it in you.

i haven't had sex in over a year.

if you can see the ocean, you can see the whole world.

silly can feel good.

i'm not above being cute.

it feels so nice to be away.

as far as i'm concerned, i am on holiday.

this all feels a lot like a date.

you're my favorite, anyway.

i'm manifesting. setting good things into motion.

it's like you just disappeared.

don't be classist.

you're very almost always right.

if you don't go, this place will eat you alive.

you can feel the sorrow of a thing that's gone without wanting it back.

weird and terrible things can be right in front of us and we can look right through them, right? most of us have to operate in a fog to survive.

sit down here for me for a second.

you're never the same two days in a row.

thank you for being so understanding about all this.

let's have a drink before we do anything hasty.