There was something innately wrong with simply letting the subject
slip by, as if it were water between his fingers. Surely, surely, if he
were anyone else, he would press, prod, insist above all else that his
questions be answered and not brushed aside with such a flippant
excuse. Yet he was not anyone else. The only him was him, and it
felt as if his mouth were full of cotton, halting any and all words which
may or may not have slipped out either way. Insisting upon his best
friend had never been a good idea; in spite of his worry, such a thing
which saturated every single pore of his body, every last cell which
lived in time with him, he could not take that step.
What, exactly, did that say about him?
( he didn’t like thinking about it. )
Following quietly, he stood within the open doorway
which led into the small sitting room. He was neither
in nor out, as if a bystander within his own home, in
the rooms which he had run through for the entirety
of his life. And it was as if he were detached from the
moment, yet attuned to it as well. A paradox.
"I’d lose that bet, Jonouchi," uttered aloud, lips moving without
much conscious thought behind them, automated reply delivered
with little delay. If he were a post office and not a human, such a
reaction would not sit so bitterly upon his tongue, within the cavity
of his chest. Feeling being strangled upon every exhale and left
to breathe upon every inhale, and he could only smile just slightly.
Believing in Jonouchi was easy. Believing Jonouchi, especially in
such a situation, was harder. "But we can play, yeah."
Socked feet led him further into the room, a seat
beside his friend taken as he leaned towards the
small coffee table, pulling open a drawer along
its side, extracting a deck of playing cards. Nimble
fingers gently tapped the cards out, and shuffled
them easily, a blur of color and movement as his
gaze returned to his friend, a vague attempt to
blink the solemnity from his eyes given.
"You can stay as long as you need to, though.
I don’t think my mom or grandpa would mind.”
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
origamiaround
turnnoffyourmind
2087
jacobvanloon
dailybridgerton
