I think I broke my throat just watching the trailer

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I think I broke my throat just watching the trailer
I have been dawdling and I really must get ready
kara in a dress
kara in a dress
kara in A DRESS
reviewing the listing for the job im interviewing for today and forgot how hilariously underqualified i am for it
like. idk how i got past the 'must have 3 yrs experience with electronics or power electronics' like babes i am less than a year out of grad school why did you pick me
send help
hit 5k in my latest and most treasured wip but there's so much i gotta write still
SUMMER GAME FEST TONIGHT
can i kiss you? - mine at daigo ofc tightenshold
Maybe it's an appointment etched into his schedule weeks prior. Something that escaped his mind, something wedged between bill counting and clan disputes, meetings. A throbbing headache mourns the sanctuary of loneliness, but the flesh accepts it greedily. Mine's presence is a balm for things beyond corporeal disgruntlement, but with the question prompted so soon after the door shuts--
Rising from his seat, Daigo regards Yoshitaka's tie, looking over the knot with a quizzical, purposefully stubborn eye. How else does he expect him to respond? How is he meant to think about numbers, meetings, demotions, branching clans whenever he wishes only for Daigo to be in the present? Lazily does his eyes eventually meet Mine's, a halfhearted smile cloaking his features.
"What's the occasion?" instead he grips lightly his suit, desiring touch in any of its forms, yet rebelling against the one given; he's always been like that. "You don't need permission."
It's domestic, he notes. He swallows thickly, regretting not asking his visitor to lock the door on the way out. However, he's twined himself too deep into Yoshitaka as is, fingers crinkling the impossibly perfect material. He won't receive a word about it, but Daigo relinquishes somewhat his grip anyway.
"Come with me to lock the door, then..."
Daigo doesn't complete his sentence, unaccustomed to the flush settling onto his cheeks. He attempts to clear it anyway, pointedly walking forth, abandoning him in his wake.
@tightenshold!
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