YGO Vrains

Mainly Vrains will do anything.

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[Takeru]‌:

Takeru smiled as he dug through his bag hanging him a small compact mirror. The reason he had this was cause Kiku wanted to give him something to remember him by. He was grateful to her for leaving it behind so he could use it now.

“Only if you want to.”

Takeru thought he looked really cute. The butterfly was gentle flapping its wings. He thought blue looked really good on Tsuki. It made him look a little brighter. His smile was something he treasured deeply.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Tsuki stated, his face brightening up more when he saw his own reflection in the mirror. He didn’t look bad, Tsuki had to admit. Which meant it was a good start.

“But wow, you’re resourceful aren’t you?” Usually that was Tsuki’s job, but not even he had a mirror to carry around. Probably because he didn’t care so much about his looks… That was until he met Takeru at least.

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"I used to not be. I had my best friend, Kiku help me with that. She and I have been friends since we were kids. This was shortly after the Lost Incident. I even remember her telling me that she cared about me as more then a friend. However, I took it the wrong way and she explained we were like family rather then something intimate." He explained.

He did miss her at times, but they wrote each other a lot. He wanted to take her into Vrains sometime just to show her around thinking she would love it. Of course he had written to her about his feelings for Tsuki and what he should do. She had been so kind as to tell him to go for it and what was to stop him from b ed ing happy.

"She's also the only other person who encouraged me to tell you my true feelings. Something, I am truly grateful to her for."

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[Takeru]‌:

“You’re welcome.” Kissing him on the forehead softly. He watched as a blue one landed on Tsuki’s hair. He didn’t laugh, but he smiled as he looked at at Tsuki. “There is one in your hair. It looks like you are wearing a barrette.”

He never teased Tsuki to badly and gave him compliments if he looked good in something or if he needed to be cheered up. To be alone with him was a sheer gift. As he didn’t want his ex to ruin their beautiful moment.

“I think you would look really cute with barrettes in your hair.”

Tsuki should be used to this with the experience he had with Jeremy yet- He couldn’t help but feel even more flustered anyways. With a tug of his scarf, he’d flash a small smile back before blinking at his boyfriend mentioning the butterfly.

Was there a mirror or something?

“I-… I don’t think my hair is really long enough for barrettes,” He chuckled, trying his best to try and look at the butterfly himself.

“But I guess I could use one for my fringe, maybe…” 

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Takeru smiled as he dug through his bag hanging him a small compact mirror. The reason he had this was cause Kiku wanted to give him something to remember him by. He was grateful to her for leaving it behind so he could use it now.

"Only if you want to."

Takeru thought he looked really cute. The butterfly was gentle flapping its wings. He thought blue looked really good on Tsuki. It made him look a little brighter. His smile was something he treasured deeply.

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[Takeru]‌:

Takeru blushed a bit as he appreciated the compliment. He watched it fly away as they all danced around them. It made him feel happy as he watched them dance. They all had different colors and were amazing.

“Thank you.” He smiled at Tsuki. “They remind me of you. So fragile and delicate yet beautiful at the same time.”

He always had a way with words. That was something he was admired for. But, right now all that mattered to him was being near the very person he loved the most.

Tsuki would blush too, his cheeks flushing red as he tugged at his fringe, flattered. The only thing he was compared to was a mouse or a rabbit with how quiet he was. Being told that he was like a butterfly was new.

“… Thanks.” 

He mumbled, tugging his scarf up to hide his face the best he could. 

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"You're welcome." Kissing him on the forehead softly. He watched as a blue one landed on Tsuki's hair. He didn't laughed, but he smiled as he looked at at Tsuki. "There is one in your hair. It looks like you are wearing a barrette."

He never teased Tsuki to badly and gave him compliments if he looked good in something or if he needed to be cheered up. To be alone with him was a sheer gift. As he didn't want his ex to ruin their beautiful moment.

"I think you would look really cute with barrettes in your hair."

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[Takeru]‌:

Taking his boyfriend’s hand into his own they walked the 20 minutes to the subway together. All the while he held him close to keep him from falling on the ride over. He wasn’t about to let his fragile butterfly get hurt. Once they reached their destination it took 5 minutes to walk there as they entered the butterfly garden. All the pretty butterflies dance in the air around them in the garden.

“They are so beautiful.”

Takeru spoke softly as one landed on his hand. It was a swallowtail. He always thought they were very pretty and had never seen one this close before.

Tsuki leant over to take a closer look at the butterfly. He hadn’t really gone out of Den City, so something like this was fascinating. The only creature he really had interaction with was with the pet rabbit he owned.

“They are,” He finally commented before casting a small smile towards Takeru. “But they’re not as beautiful as you.”

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Takeru blushed a bit as he appreciated the compliment. He watched it fly away as they all danced around them. It made him feel happy as he watched them dance. They all had different colors and were amazing.

"Thank you." He smiled at Tsuki. "They remind me of you. So fragile and delicate yet beautiful at the same time."

He always had a way with words. That was something he was admired for. But, right now all that mattered to him was being near the very person he loved the most.

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[Takeru]‌:

“Okay take your time Tsuki. We’re in no rush.”

Takeru was a good kind soul as he often didn’t feel the need to push others beyond what they were capable of. Tsuki was gentle and sweet something he found rather endearing about his boyfriend. He thought that no matter what Tsuki decided to wear he would look goo either way in it. He had left Flame behind for the day as he told him honestly that he wanted some privacy with his boyfriend.

His school uniform seemed to be the only decent option, so Tsuki would come back outside soon later unchanged. The only addition would be his hair styled so it was less messy and a backpack to carry.

Once locking the door to the apartment, Tsuki turned to Takeru with a brief smile.

“Let’s go…!”

He said quite shyly, waiting for Takeru to lead the way.

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Taking his boyfriend's hand into his own they walked the 20 minutes to the subway together. All the while he held him close to keep him from falling on the ride over. He wasn't about to let his fragile butterfly get hurt. Once they reached their destination it took 5 minutes to walk ther ed as they entered the butterfly garden. All the pretty butterflies dance in the air around them in the garden.

"They are so beautiful."

Takeru spoke softly as one landed on his hand. It was a swallowtail. He always thought they were very pretty and hand never seen one this close before.

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[Takeru]‌:

Takeru did remember that he liked planning so he had packed a lunch and the place was a short subway ride to their destination. He was rather excited to see how Tsukiya would like this little trip and he promised himself that if Tsuki needed a rest break he would let him. He was after all, very fragile. This was something Takeru knew he couldn’t help. So, he treated him with care like a glass object that needed delicate cleaning.

“Well, we are going out to a Butterfly Garden just outside Den City. It’s a 20 minute subway ride there so I packed a lunch in case we get hungry.”

Hence the bag over his shoulder.

“That’s so thoughtful of you…!”

It was rare for anybody else to prepare food like this, so Tsuki was pleasantly surprised. 

Though… Glancing over his own shoulder, Tsuki flashed a worrisome look. When people go on dates, they have to wear something appropriate, right? There was a problem though, and that was the fact that Tsuki had no ‘appropriate’ clothes. He had a hoodie or two, but they weren’t particularly fancy. 

On outings, he’d usually wear his school uniform- in fact, even now he was wearing his school blazer.

…Should he change?

“Well, uh, let me grab my wallet and bag and we can get going.”

[lost-in-the-datastorm]

"Okay take your time Tsuki. We're in no rush."

Takeru was a good kind soul as he often didn't feel the need to push others beyond what they were capable of. Tsuki was gentle and sweet something he found rather endearing about his boyfriend. He thought that no matter what Tsuki decided to wear he would look goo either way in it. He had left Flame behind for the day as he told him honestly that he wanted some privacy with his boyfriend.

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[Takeru]‌:

Takeru smiled as he looked at Tsukiya as he gently took his boyfriend’s hand in his. He was glad to see his cute face and his soft spirit. He hoped that he would enjoy this as they have yet to do such a thing. He gave his hand a kiss treating him like a princess as long as he didn’t mind.

“I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me Tsuki.”

The kiss to his cold hand was endearing but startling! 

Was it bad that he couldn’t help but compare Takeru with Jeremy? Tsukiya’s ex had once been as soft as this. That was, until Tsuki was deemed useless. It was almost difficult to believe the Jeremy back in middle school was the same Jeremy that shared a house with him. But Tsuki would find himself shaking the thought, his cheeks flushing a faint pink once he digested what was asked.

“A-A date?”

He stuttered, his eyes darting around. How could he say no? But did Takeru even have a plan? He should probably know by now that Tsuki liked planning or at least knowing a little bit beforehand when doing… Well, almost anything.

“Of course- but um… Now? And where…?”

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Takeru did remember that he liked planning so he had packed a lunch and the place was a short subway ride to their destination. He was rather excited to see how Tsukiya would like this little trip and he promised himself that if Tsuki needed a rest break he would let him. He was after all, very fragile. This was something Takeru knew he couldn't help. So, he treated him with care like a glass object that needed delicate cleaning.

"Well, we are going out to a Butterfly Garden just outside Den City. It's a 20 minute subway ride there so I packed a lunch in case we get hungry."

Hence the bag over his shoulder.

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[Takeru]‌:

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Takeru had to try to take Tsuki out on a date. It would be a first for Takeru to date someone he deeply cared for. He knew of someplace that he thought Tsuki would love. He wanted to take him out to a butterfly garden. He loved looking out how beautiful they were and they reminded him of Tsuki at times. Gaining his courage he knocked at the front door to Tsuki’s place and waited.

“Hopefully he likes it.”

Luckily, neither Titan or Jeremy were home that day, so the one answering the door would be Tsuki himself. He hadn’t expected his boyfriend of all people to turn up. What a pleasant surprise!

“Ah, Takeru… ! Hey.”

Had something happened? Or was he over to hang out?

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Takeru smiled as he looked at Tsukiya as he gently took his boyfriend's hand in his. He was glad to see his cute face and his soft spirit. He hoped that he would enjoy this as they have yet to do such a thing. He gave his hand a kiss treating him like a princess as long as he didn't mind.

"I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me Tsuki."

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Nervous and he was Takeru had to try to take Tsuki out on a date. It would be a first for Takeru to date someone he deeply cared for. He knew of someplace that he thought Tsuki would love. He wanted to take him out to a butterfly garden. He loved looking out how beautiful they were and they reminded him of Tsuki at times. Gaining his courage he knocked at the front door to Tsuki's place and waited.

"Hopefully he likes it."

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Why? Why did it bother him so much? He oftentimes questioned himself whenever he was near him. Takeru knew that felt angry about the Lost Incident and yes he just put everyone involved in it into one big clump of it being there fault. But... why did he hate the fact that Playmaker trusted him so much. It just bothered him to the point where he didn't expect this meeting as he stared blankly out into the ocean missing Flame once again.

A small blur of white and red, he could just about make out a figure standing at the bottom of the road, they hadn’t moved for an hour or so now, and he wasn’t certain if he should admire the persons commitment to staring at the overlapping waves, or unsettled that they just remained in the same position for so long,

Inhaling slightly, he sighs, putting on his jacket and heading down towards the figure, as he makes the first few steps he recognises the figure. One of them.

He stops in his tracks, remembering briefly there last duel, things should be fine, it should be alright to approach him.

“Homura Takeru. What are you doing here?”

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He looks somewhat shocked that his satirical comment had managed to get such a reaction from him, let alone another joke in return, he blinks a little bit in confusion , i mean it wasn’t impossible that yusaku had managed to find a date but regardless, he takes another sip of his coffee.

“So why are you back here, I heard you were moving back to your grandparents.”

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Takeru looked at Ryoken with a soft smile. As much as he loved being there with his grandparents he loved coming back here just to be near his friends. But mostly, cause he missed those times together. As much as Revolver and him didn't get along at first, he liked coming back just to hang out.

"I did, doesn't mean I can't come back and hang out with my friends and stay a while."

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[Homura-Kun]‌:

Takeru smiled. He liked that idea. But he almost fainted imagining Tsuki dressed like that. Man, he would be so cute. But he hoped there wouldn’t be anything too scary this Halloween. However, that was something he couldn’t help. Just as long as he had Tsuki he would be fine.

“That’s a great idea.”

He felt the blush darken his cheeks.

“Or, maybe I should be the huntsman!”

Tsuki lit up at the thought. Now that’d be scarier than Little Red. He could hold a rifle prop and cover himself in fake blood or something.

“But I guess there are other options too! What do you think?”

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Takeru liked his ideas and frankly he was okay with any of them. As they were walking by some stores decorated for the holiday something jumped out from one of the shops. Poor Takeru screamed like a girl and immediately hugged poor Tsuki shaking terrified as it was a ghost prop that popped out.

"Go away... please go away..."

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Koku gave a small shrug with a sigh. He never really thought about having a relationship. Everyone did just avoid him aside from Tsukiya and Lee.

“ I mean...maybe I’d need someone. I just don’t know right now though. I’m used to being lonely. ”

Valcon shook his head as he sighed, giving a small chuckle afterwards.

“Good grief. Koku-san is hopeless.”

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Yusaku had noticed at the time there was two of him or well two of Playmaker. There was him with Ai and then there was another him with something else. Whomever that was Revolver seemed determined to catch as he didn't want his name being smeared. He couldn't think why there would be two of him unless....

"Yusuke...."

Ai turned to him thinking Yusaku had remembered something. Did he really say...?? Then who was Sakai?

"Yusaku? Did you remember something?"

Yusaku nodded asking himself how he could forget his identical twin. Literally the only difference between the two was their eye color. Yusaku's eyes were an emerald green while Yusuke or Sakai was his nickname had more dark forest green eyes.

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Why? Why did it bother him so much? He oftentimes questioned himself whenever he was near him. Takeru knew that felt angry about the Lost Incident and yes he just put everyone involved in it into one big clump of it being there fault. But... why did he hate the fact that Playmaker trusted him so much. It just bothered him to the point where he didn't expect this meeting as he stared blankly out into the ocean missing Flame once again.

A small blur of white and red, he could just about make out a figure standing at the bottom of the road, they hadn’t moved for an hour or so now, and he wasn’t certain if he should admire the persons commitment to staring at the overlapping waves, or unsettled that they just remained in the same position for so long,

Inhaling slightly, he sighs, putting on his jacket and heading down towards the figure, as he makes the first few steps he recognises the figure. One of them.

He stops in his tracks, remembering briefly there last duel, things should be fine, it should be alright to approach him.

“Homura Takeru. What are you doing here?”

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The next morning the cafe nagi van was parked at the bottom of the road again, it seemed like it only knew of two places to park, not that he was complaining, he enjoyed walking down and having something simple for breakfast.

He takes the coffee with one hand, sipping it briefly as he walks of as someone calls out to him, a familiar voice. Ah. Him.

“It was nothing. Im glad it seemed to help.”

[lost-in-the-datastorm]

To Takeru it meant a lot to him. But, I guess besides Kiku it was nice to just talk about your problems. Things seemed calmer between the two and since he didn’t see Yusaku as often anymore it was a comfort to talk to someone else he knew.

“Trust me it did. My parents used to that when I was upset. The sound of the waves always lulled me to sleep.”

It felt different to not have his best friend around, that being Yusaku. He was sure Ryoken missed him too from time to time. They were rivals, but in a good way. There was nothing wrong with a little friendly rivalry.

“I wonder what he’s up to.”

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“Hm? Probably somewhere along the the Caribbean getting a nice tan , I imagine”

His attempt at humour was poor however it amused himself somewhat , the other duelisr seem to find himself meeting playmakers friend rather often these days , maybe it was fate , maybe it was just pure conicidence.

[lost-in-the-datastorm]

Takeru actually started laughing. It was pretty funny since it was something Yusaku never did. Being the antisocial person he was, not that he could help that. It was poor humor, however to him it was actually funny. He didn't mind meeting up with Ryoken as he seem different from before. At least he looked happier about life.

"Yeah probably, if anything maybe he has a date out there too."

Trying to continue the joke as best as he could. Even if it wasn't that good.

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Why? Why did it bother him so much? He oftentimes questioned himself whenever he was near him. Takeru knew that felt angry about the Lost Incident and yes he just put everyone involved in it into one big clump of it being there fault. But... why did he hate the fact that Playmaker trusted him so much. It just bothered him to the point where he didn't expect this meeting as he stared blankly out into the ocean missing Flame once again.

A small blur of white and red, he could just about make out a figure standing at the bottom of the road, they hadn’t moved for an hour or so now, and he wasn’t certain if he should admire the persons commitment to staring at the overlapping waves, or unsettled that they just remained in the same position for so long,

Inhaling slightly, he sighs, putting on his jacket and heading down towards the figure, as he makes the first few steps he recognises the figure. One of them.

He stops in his tracks, remembering briefly there last duel, things should be fine, it should be alright to approach him.

“Homura Takeru. What are you doing here?”

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The next morning the cafe nagi van was parked at the bottom of the road again, it seemed like it only knew of two places to park, not that he was complaining, he enjoyed walking down and having something simple for breakfast.

He takes the coffee with one hand, sipping it briefly as he walks of as someone calls out to him, a familiar voice. Ah. Him.

“It was nothing. Im glad it seemed to help.”

[lost-in-the-datastorm]

To Takeru it meant a lot to him. But, I guess besides Kiku it was nice to just talk about your problems. Things seemed calmer between the two and since he didn't see Yusaku as often anymore it was a comfort to talk to someone else he knew.

"Trust me it did. My parents used to that when I was upset. The sound of the waves always lulled me to sleep."

It felt different to not have his best friend around, that being Yusaku. He was sure Ryoken missed him too from time to time. They were rivals, but in a good way. There was nothing wrong with a little friendly rivalry.

"I wonder what he's up to."

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Why? Why did it bother him so much? He oftentimes questioned himself whenever he was near him. Takeru knew that felt angry about the Lost Incident and yes he just put everyone involved in it into one big clump of it being there fault. But... why did he hate the fact that Playmaker trusted him so much. It just bothered him to the point where he didn't expect this meeting as he stared blankly out into the ocean missing Flame once again.

A small blur of white and red, he could just about make out a figure standing at the bottom of the road, they hadn’t moved for an hour or so now, and he wasn’t certain if he should admire the persons commitment to staring at the overlapping waves, or unsettled that they just remained in the same position for so long,

Inhaling slightly, he sighs, putting on his jacket and heading down towards the figure, as he makes the first few steps he recognises the figure. One of them.

He stops in his tracks, remembering briefly there last duel, things should be fine, it should be alright to approach him.

“Homura Takeru. What are you doing here?”

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He raises an eyebrow in slight confusion as he looks back at him, the sound of him slapping his cheeks was somewhat confusing and definately caught his attention.  He smiles softly to himself at the others words, there was no way for certain he could ever know how his mother felt about him, nor would he ever know if she would call him kind. It was odd, him of all people to call him kind. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that”  He turns away from the other, composing himself briefly before nodding at the others words, it was odd talking to him but it seemed to help him calm down, that had to mean something. It felt… good to help someone.

[lost-in-the-datastorm]

Takeru turned to head home feeling his heart slightly pounding. He hoped that it was just his imagination. He wasn't sure he was ready for that kind of thing. Well, he wasn't even sure if he should develop feelings for anyone at all let alone him. So, trying to ignore them he walked home to sleep it off. Not knowing that ignoring the feeling would only make it worse over time.

He awoke the next morning grabbing a coffee from Kusanagi-san. He sighed softly as it was a Saturday so no school. He would often come back here just to relax. Or go look out at the ocean water. He then started to feel like it was a memory of him and parents doing this. Bringing him to see the ocean just for him to calm down and sleep. He was sipping his coffee as he looked over seeing him yet again. This time in a not so surprised way

"Morning and again thanks for last night. It really helped."

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[Homura-Kun]‌:

He thought about it and thought that it would be cute to match. But he didn’t want to do anything to scary. So, maybe they could dress like vampires there weren’t as scary as ghosts. He thought that would be cool or…

“How about we go as vampires or werewolves. They aren’t as terrifying.”

Ghosts… were really the only thing that bothered Takeru and freaked him out. He wasn’t sure how well he could tolerate it.

“What do you mean they aren’t as terrifying?”

Tsuki snickered, but with a playful tone rather than a mocking one. Wasn’t halloween supposed to be about being as scary as you could to blend into the monster society or whatever?

“Though, I wouldn’t mind seeing you as a werewolf.” He wouldn’t say it aloud, but Takeru would totally be hot-. “If you went as that, then I guess I’d be little red riding hood?”

It’d be a match, but not spooky.

[lost-in-the-datastorm]

Takeru smiled he looked that idea. But he almost fainted imagining Tsuki dressed like that. Man he would be so cute. But he hoped there wouldn't be anything to scary this Halloween. However, that was something he couldn't help. Just as long as he had Tsuki he would be fine.

"That's a great idea."

He felt the blush darken his cheeks.

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Why? Why did it bother him so much? He oftentimes questioned himself whenever he was near him. Takeru knew that felt angry about the Lost Incident and yes he just put everyone involved in it into one big clump of it being there fault. But... why did he hate the fact that Playmaker trusted him so much. It just bothered him to the point where he didn't expect this meeting as he stared blankly out into the ocean missing Flame once again.

A small blur of white and red, he could just about make out a figure standing at the bottom of the road, they hadn’t moved for an hour or so now, and he wasn’t certain if he should admire the persons commitment to staring at the overlapping waves, or unsettled that they just remained in the same position for so long,

Inhaling slightly, he sighs, putting on his jacket and heading down towards the figure, as he makes the first few steps he recognises the figure. One of them.

He stops in his tracks, remembering briefly there last duel, things should be fine, it should be alright to approach him.

“Homura Takeru. What are you doing here?”

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“I never knew her, and i never had the time to ask about it.”

He thinks back to all the chances he could have asked before about his mother, at the time such thoughts never even crossed his mind until it was too late. After his father had fallen into the coma, he had questions of course but, the timing was never right, how could he have even asked.

“Another one of lifes mysteries it seems.”

[lost-in-the-datastorm]

He nodded as he thought maybe his mother must've been kind like him. Also beautiful... wait was he... Stop blushing you don't need to do that as he smacked his cheeks to snap himself out of it. But then again it wasn't like that could be helped. He was indeed handsome no one could deny that.

"I'm sure she would be proud of you. If anything she must've been kind like you. That is great quality to have as well as knowing who to give you kindness to."

He knew it was best to head back and he then looked at him again. Maybe hanging out wouldn't be so bad. He wasn't as bad as he thought before. He was a great person to talk to and helped a great deal in sorting out his thoughts.

"Maybe, we'll see each other around?"