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capturebonded replied to your post:Will you come and-- /bail/, me out of jail, maybe.
Unimportant. Ir—relevant. Do not ask me that question, just— will you come. Will you.
I'm... [He sucked in a breath before sighing, fingers pressing against his temple.]
--Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes.
Will you come and-- /bail/, me out of jail, maybe.
... What have y'done?
[Looking at Honey, one would assume the walking yardstick couldn't possibly do anything illegal. However, once you got to know him, it was a completely different story.]
"Haaaaaaaaani - Hani!"
Her bandages catch on the rubble when she slides down it, animated with glee, shredding her dressings out behind her like toothtrails. Her smile glints chemical.
capturebonded replied to your post:Do you ever have one of those days?
Yes. Always, all the time— empathy. I feel it right now, for your that day.
I really never know if you're being sincere.
...
Did you get blood on my carpet?
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Weatherwise, it's a perfectly lovely day--the clouds in the sky are nearly thin enough for sunshine, the temperature defines moderate, and what little breeze there is is pleasant. In short, it's the sort of day that literally no one wants to do business on.
This is much to James Moriarty's chagrin.
Which might explain why he's sought Honey out, hands jammed idly in his pockets and expression of banal geniality jammed idly onto his face.
One hand pulls free of his trouser pockets, brings across its back a red, angry line from where the fabric has dug into it, and waves two fingers jauntily towards him, while almost simultaneously mild interest flares to life in his expression.
"Unseasonable weather today," he comments.
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The first time Chie kisses her she grits her teeth and bears it. The first time Chie calls her by her first name she grits and bears it. It is - it is intolerable, it is horrible, she is slaving away at the stove of this relationship trying to create something so inedible this awful parody of a girl will look up to complain and meet her eyes for once, she is undigging her roots from the soil in the hopes that a good nature metaphor will unwind the tracker left in her reflection and find her pinned by it to the wall behind, she is starving for an actual balanced existence. For attention. For recognition, that blink and you miss it moment when she becomes a nose worth breaking again.
The first time Chie kisses her, their teeth bump together, and she swallows hard to get the last crumbs of their lunch out of the gaps in her teeth, because that’s gross. The first time Chie calls her by her name she pauses too long before she answers, waiting for an honorific that doesn’t come, staring at her hands for something to be seen reacting with.
The first time Chie looks at Minato and laughs that same half-shy headtilt of a laugh, her lungs fill with hot air and her teeth turn to pins. That’s not allowed.
Honey! I have your cookies! They're star shaped too! Do you like stars or should I give you the backup ones..Actually what if I just give you both.
